Won't Miss You
A Brother’s Best Friend Romance
Lilian Monroe
Contents
Foreword
1. Benji
2. Rae
3. Benji
4. Rae
5. Benji
6. Rae
7. Benji
8. Rae
9. Benji
10. Rae
11. Benji
12. Rae
13. Benji
14. Rae
15. Benji
16. Rae
17. Benji
18. Rae
19. Benji
20. Rae
21. Benji
22. Rae
23. Benji
24. Rae
25. Benji
26. Rae
27. Benji
28. Rae
29. Benji
30. Rae
31. Benji
32. Rae
Epilogue
Bad Prince
1. Elle
Also by Lilian Monroe
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1
Benji
The office door flies open so hard it bangs against the wall and starts to close again. Sawyer catches it as he barrels through, staring at me with wild eyes.
“She’s coming,” he pants.
I frown, leaning back in the desk chair. “Who?”
“Rae.”
Sawyer sucks a breath in through his teeth, pacing over and back across the tiny office. He shoves his hand through his hair and mutters to himself as redness rises up his neck.
I watch him, not sure what to do.
I’ve known Sawyer for just over a year. He moved to Woodvale and started working at the garage as a laborer. To be honest, he was useless. I was pretty sure he hadn’t held as much as a screwdriver in his life, but he had a good work ethic and an easy smile. He always showed up early and was the last to leave, and he didn’t mind doing the dirty work.
I liked him. Still do.
He’s always had a kind of staunch, unwavering idealism about him. He thinks hard work is the key to a good life. Thinks wealth is a scourge, and the wealthy are the soul-sucking vampires of society.
It’s not often you meet someone like him in Woodvale. There are more wealthy people than not here. Being one of the nots has shaped the way I look at the world. Sawyer isn’t from here, but he gets it. We clicked.
I convinced Harold Gilles, the garage owner, to put him through vocational school and take him on as an official apprentice mechanic. We’ve been friends since the day he walked through the big roller doors, and I’ve seen him nearly every day since. Had his back since day one, just as he’s had mine.
But I’ve never seen him like this.
Sawyer leans his knuckles on the desk, staring at me with big, deep brown eyes. “You need to help me, man. I can’t deal with her.”
“Who’s Rae? Is she an ex?”
“Worse.” He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. I wait, holding my breath. When Sawyer opens them again, they look haunted. “The worst of the worst. Spawn of the devil. The most awful person to have graced this earth since, shit, I don’t know. Fucking Hitler.”
I frown.
Sawyer lets out a groan, dropping his chin to his chest. Then, in a low voice, he mumbles, “She’s my sister.”
I stare, surprised. When Sawyer came into town, he didn’t tell us much about his past, except for the fact that he’d been on the road for two and a half years, and he was ready to stop moving.
Over the past year, I’ve been able to tease some information out of him. I’m pretty sure his parents are well-off. Blood-sucking billionaires, I believe his exact words were. He might have had a few too many beers when he said it, but the sentiment rang true. I know he has two sisters—both younger. He left because something bad happened, but I haven’t been able to figure out what that was.
Not that I’m prying.
I know his dad owns an oil and gas company down in Texas. His mother could be on Real Housewives by the sounds of it. His sisters—I’m not sure. He didn’t elaborate.
He has his shit just like I have mine. I respect his privacy.
All I know is something happened, and he was thrown out of the family. Either that, or he left of his own will. Hit the road and started moving. After two and a half years, he came to Woodvale, liked the look of it, and decided to stop.
I’m not surprised. This little town in the Pacific Northwest is pleasant, lush, and beautiful. People are friendly. It’s nice. Comfortable. Safe.
Despite the wealth here—not because of it.
Right now, my best friend is staring at me like nothing is safe, or comfortable. Judging by the tension rippling through his body, I’m his last hope left in the world. Before I can answer, though, the screech of tires pierces my ears.
Sawyer’s eyes widen. “Please, Benji.”
An engine roars loud in the garage, then stops when the driver cuts it.
I nod. “What do you need me to do?”
“Just distract her. I’ll sneak out the back. Don’t tell her where I live.” Sawyer grabs my wrist, staring at me like his life depends on it. “Please, Benji. She’s a lying hypocrite. She’ll tell you whatever you want to hear just to suck you into her world. She’ll stab you in the back at the first chance. That’s what she did to me. I can’t be around her. I can’t.”
I nod. “I’ll take care of it. Go.”
Sawyer lets out a breath, relief flooding through his features. He slips through the door and in a second, he’s gone. A car door slams in the main garage. I get up and head toward the noise, bracing myself for a confrontation.
Just another Monday morning, right?
I square my jaw, steeling myself against the woman I’m about to meet. I already know her type—they’re littered all over Woodvale.
Rich, entitled, and not afraid to stab a long, manicured nail in her own brother’s eye to get what she wants. I’ve had to fix more than
