The Tramp (The Bound Chronicles #1) Read Online Free PDF

disappeared back inside.
    “Coke. Chips. Okay, bye kids. Tristan’s in charge, Amanda.”
    Yeah right. Amanda smirked. Tristan squirted more creamy lotion into his hands, with a loud wet spurt, deep concentration darkening his features.
    Will’s girlfriend stood with a hand on her hip, shaking a finger at him in mock condemnation, “You are so rude. Me want coke. Me want chips.”
    “I’ll show you rude.” Will’s hand shot out like a viper. He pulled her bikini string as she screamed and dashed away.
    “You asshole,” she laughed, covering her bared breasts with her hands as she jumped into the pool. Will was right behind her. Water sloshed over the sides and sprayed supine Molly, who was closest to the pool. She squealed, and Amanda almost lost it the sound was so authentically piggy.
    “Let’s do a chicken fight,” Ashley cheered. “Tristan, get in the water with me. Put me on your shoulders.”
    “I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” he said, making for the house.
    “Got to relieve yourself, bro?” Amanda said under her breath. She rifled through her magazines for a good one. Dum-dee-dum, show’s over.

chapter four
    She looked at the Oreo cookie on the wall.
    “I didn’t know an Oreo could tell time.” But, as she watched, the licorice whip second-hand started ticking backwards instead of forwards. “Of course it can’t,” she giggled.
    “What’s so funny?” She turned to see her cousin Andy had woken up. Finally. They had been waiting forever.
    “You’re funny, Funny Face,” she said, as Andy’s smile morphed into her Uncle Brian’s scowl, his rusty beard-stubble catching the light from the window. The light had a strange green cast. Tornado skies.
    “You’re mama will never know, little one.”
    “Mommy already does know.” The Oreo started screaming. “Oh, it’s an alarm clock…”
    Candy sat bolt upright.
    Her cell phone was ringing. She rubbed her face and looked at the caller ID. Shit, it’s Sam. “Hello?”
    “Hi.”
    “Hey…”
    “I’m sorry. Did I wake you up?”
    “Nah, I was awake.”
    “Good…can you meet me?”
    “At The Palace?”
    A sigh. “Nevermind. It’s probably too late…”
    No! “I can meet you. I’m so bored, why not?”
    All she heard for several thundering heartbeats was her own pulsing blood and the clock ticking on the wall. Did he hang up?
    “Alright, I’ll see you there.”
    “Okay. Bye.”
    “See you soon, Candy.”
    She tapped the end button and sat on her bed, dazed. That dream. It had been so long since she dreamed about her Uncle Brian. Or her mom.
    Sam.
    She pinched her cheeks and scrubbed her hair.
    Ugh. Wake up, Candy.
    The clock read 10:23 p.m.
    “At least it’s not an Oreo clock.” She tried to laugh to dissipate her unease. When it didn’t work, she focused on a particularly yummy memory of Sam, and reminded herself she’d see a similar scene as soon as she got her ass out of bed and hauled it to The Palace. “That worked.” She made for her bathroom to brush her teeth.
    She saw less of Sam than she would have liked, since he worked a lot and lived way down south in the hollows, and she would meet him anytime, anywhere. She offered the impression that she was a night owl, and always up late, but she was just a light sleeper and she kept one ear tuned for his ring.
    “Candy, dear. Look at you,” she said to the mirror, smiling to think of Louis. It was exactly what he would have said, with a face to match his meaning: pathetic. She didn’t care.
    Not that much.
    Never had she imagined her evening would’ve turned so fortuitous, but at least she’d fallen asleep with her clothes on. In less than ten minutes she was creeping down the stairs, listening for sounds of life from the den. All she heard was the television, but the last time she checked, her dad was already passed out watching The Discovery Channel.
    “…the past 60 years, reports of a monster hammerhead, more than 20 feet long, have circulated through