What we were doing to her was borderline psychotic. It was all part of the mind games Luca liked to play with her. He enjoyed watching her squirm, and sometimes, I did, too.
I sat at a corner table with Luca and Bash, away from the other students. Alex hadn’t noticed us yet. My pretty little Pet was at the bar, drinking a craft beer with an artsy-looking guy. He wore ripped jeans, sneakers, and a white T-shirt with colored graffiti on it.
The polar opposite of me.
He reminded me of Aiden Wellington. But this guy had short brown hair that flopped onto his forehead. He was nerdy and gave off an odd vibe.
Alex had been spending a lot of time with this guy. From what we read in her texts, listened to on her calls, and monitored on her computer, she hadn’t kissed him yet. But she was thinking about it, upset that we had left her and felt abandoned.
In our defense, we were in college, trying to pass our classes while handling The Devil’s Knights’ business. Our lives were not simple and never would be.
After our initiation into The Devil’s Knights, we made a pact with Luca. He said the four of us could share Alex in every way as long as we followed his rules.
Luca rose from the table, his eyes on Alex. “It’s time. She needs to know who owns her. And it’s definitely not that loser.”
We approached Alex as a team, and with her back to us, she had no idea we were coming. The artsy guy drank from his beer and then put his hand on Alex’s thigh. I thought about snapping his wrist in multiple places, so he couldn’t use his hand again.
Luca grabbed the guy by the shoulder and yanked him off the barstool.
“Hey, what the fuck?” Alex’s date threw up his hands in front of his face, ready to fight. But judging by his frame, he wouldn’t land one punch. “Who the fuck do you think you are, asshole?”
Luca got in his face, his eyes menacing and intense. “I’m her fiancé. And if you ever touch my woman again, I’ll kill you and feed your entrails to my fish.”
“Luca!” Alex shoved her palms into his back. “Get off him! I’m not your fucking fiancée, you psycho.”
“You are mine, Drea.” His top lip curled up into a snarl. “I let you have your fun at college. But I have been watching you, baby girl.”
“Look, man,” the guy said, hands raised. “I didn’t know she was yours.”
“I’m not,” Alex said, moving between Luca and her date. “Tom, I’m sorry. He’s a lunatic who thinks he can control my life. We’re not together.”
“Yes, we are.” Luca slid his arm across her stomach and pulled her back to his chest. He dipped his head down and brushed her earlobe with his lips. “You’re going to be my wife.”
“No, I’m not,” she hissed. “That ship has sailed.”
“Sorry, Alex,” Tom said. “But I’m gonna go. I don’t want to be in the middle of this.”
“Wait! Don’t leave. Ignore him. We still have to talk about our group project.”
Tom moved through the crowd and exited the bar without looking back.
Smart guy.
“I hate you!” Alex shouted. “Fuck you and your stupid fucking games, Luca. I waited over a year for the three of you to visit me. No return phone calls or texts. I’m done with all of you and your bullshit.”
She attempted to leave.
I pushed my arm out in front of her. “You’re not leaving us, Pet.”
Alex flicked her long, blonde curls over her shoulder and scoffed. “Fuck you, Damian. I’m not yours. Not anymore.”
“You’re mine.” I bent down to her height, sliding my hand beneath her chin. “Ours. Stop denying it, Pet.”
She sighed, her shoulders sinking. “Why haven’t you answered any of my texts?”
“Been busy,” I lied.
“Same,” Bash agreed. “But we’ve been watching you, Cherry. We always know what you’re doing.”
