Fucking cunt.
I continue to listen and check what dorm I’m near before shooting off a quick text to our group chat.
Me: Sam’s the one who fucked with Ry’s birth control.
Wy: That fucking bitch
Rowan: How do you know this?
Me: Currently listening to her confess it to Brittany outside the girls’ dorm after Sam let Brittany bury her face between her legs.
Liam: I need to wash my brain with bleach.
Bash: We didn’t need that play-by-play, Asshole.
Me: If I have to suffer with that image burned in my head…so do you dickheads.
“So what are you going to do now? Emma’s pregnant. The Filiae Bellonae’s mission is nearly complete. I bet your mom’s happy,” Brittany sorts. That earns her a slap across the face.
“Nothing is nearly complete. I didn’t kill friends and fuck my brother just so that bitch could take what’s mine,” she shrieks.
Holy shit!
I will her to keep talking. I know she’s guilty of more.
“Now get the fuck out of here and don’t come back,” Samantha commands, and like the pleb she is, Brittany scurries off.
Dammit!
Sighing, I wait until Samantha is about to turn the corner before my hand snaps out and grips her by her neck.
“You always were a cocky shit, weren’t you?” I grit, slamming her against the brick wall of her dorm. I pull Mary from my hip holster and flip her open, pressing the sharp tip against Samantha’s cheek until I see a trickle of red. “Always overplaying your hand,” I mutter, basking in the sight of her blood as I drag the blade down her face.
“I’ve always wondered what it was like to play with you, Karl. Now that I know, I can’t wait to have your knives on me,” she groans. The scent of her arousal turns my stomach.
Pulling my hand back, I aim my knife at her cunt. “I don’t think you’d enjoy playing with me very much. I’d fuck you, blade side out, until you bled out,” I spit.
She lets out another grotesque squeal of pleasure as a gasp sounds behind me. I drop Samantha and turn in time to Emma with her guards-hurt evident in her eyes, even in the dark.
I open my mouth, preparing to tell her it’s not what she thinks it is when Samantha leans in my ear and whispers, “Uh uh uhh, lover boy. Not a word.”
My shoulders sag, and I watch in horror as my angel walks away from me.
Whipping my head around, I grip Samantha’s throat, squeezing until she realizes this isn’t a game. Her clawed nails scratch against my skin, but I feel nothing-numbness has taken hold. I watch as her skin goes from pale to red to blue. Her legs dangle, no longer kicking to get free.
“I could snap your neck right now and die a happy man knowing my angel is safely in my brothers’ arms. Stop fucking testing me, Samantha. The guys may fight to keep me alive, but I’d die for her. Do you fucking understand?” I bark.
She feebly nods, and then I drop her to the ground.
I spin around, holding my breath and running until I’m outside our house. I don’t inhale, even when my lungs scream at me.
I don’t deserve to breathe.
Without Emma, does it even make sense to try?
I drop on the step, finally gulping in a lungful of air. The feeling so euphoric, I momentarily smile.
“You know you’ll need to fight the demons riding your back?”
I jolt at the sound of Sebastian’s voice.
“What are you doing here?”
“Moving in. The Council has decided I’m better served here as a grad student,” he replies.
I grunt. “What are they up to?”
“We can discuss their plans later. For now, though, I’m going to need you to work on wanting to be here for yourself,” Sebastian instructs.
“Don’t go all guidance counselor on me now, Bash,” I argue.
He holds out his hand, helping me up. “You need to be whole and not just for her or the twins she’s carrying-for you. Because you deserve it.”
Sebastian turns, striding for the front door, and as I follow him, his words play on repeat. He’s right.
I need to be whole.
LIAM
“What the fuck do you mean she poked holes in my goddamn condoms in my room?” Rowan shouts.
Karl gives a play-by-play of everything he overheard Samantha and Brittany discussing.
“That’s what she said,” Karl shrugs.
Rowan’s eyes light with awareness. “Fuck! That night she snuck into my room and sprawled her naked ass across the bed. That’s when she did it.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.