Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

Damon
Seven Years Ago
So according to Mr. Kincaid, given what happened so many
years ago, Winter Ashby’s parents deemed it necessary to
request that I attempt no interaction with their daughter—or
either daughter, for that matter—while they were enrolled at
Thunder Bay Prep. And failure to abide by that request would
force them to seek a restraining order against me.
Unless I wanted something like that on my record, then I
should obey.
Or you would think I would obey. Anyone else would.
But hearing that only got the wheels in my head turning,
and I dove into the alluring possibility of the danger and all the
trouble I could cause.
I nearly laughed, remembering the conversation. A
restraining order? GGimme a fucking break. What a pussy. We
were children back then. GGriffin Ashby was just pissed his
wife had been screwing my father once upon a time, and if he
couldn’t get his puny, pasty little hands on a man like GGabriel
Torrance, then he pumped up the size of his dick by taking a
jab at me now and then.