And I am taking those motherfuckers to school— as Valley would say.
I walk hand-in-hand with my Golden-Eyed Boy, hunting for the others. I’m nervous, but my determination is much stronger.
I'm not surprised to find them all grouped up in the media room. Trikk and Razor are in front of a gaming console, Synn and Purge are on another, Ghost is playing some sort of large standing game, Hunter playing something similar with a ball pinging around. Frost is cheering on Ghost.
I clear my throat. “Guys, we need to talk.”
They all look up.
A musical sound makes Trikk groan. “Dammit, I died.”
They all stop playing their games and come closer to me and 3.
Synn frowns. “You’re touching her again.”
I smack his hand away when he tries to grab 3. “Listen up assholes!”
“Uh-oh...” Purge mutters.
“I have an announcement. This is not up for negotiation: 3 is going to be joining our little romantic group. One thing you allneed to understand is that we do love each other. 3, Cynthia, and I formed a tight bond while being kept in the house of horrors.”
Razor sputters, his face turning beet red. “You can’t be serious. You already have seven dudes, Fiasca.”
Frost surprises me with his comment. “He doesn’t even have a fucking name...”
Hunter steps up, always the epitome of calm and common sense. “I understand, Pretty Girl. If this is what you want, I’ll accept it—and him.”
I shoot him a warm smile, mouthing ‘Thank you.’
Ghost steps up, saying, “The guy’s not bad, honestly. I've hung out with him the most. He does really care for our girl.”
Trikk jumps in next. “He’s cool. I accept it, Bambi. I love you. I know I’m not going to lose you.”
I smile at them both. “I love you too.”
Then I eyeball Synn, Razor, Purge and Frost. “Well?”
Frost scrubs a hand down his face, blowing out a breath. “I’m okay with it, Killer.”
Purge is next. “Yeah, I’m cool with it.”
Razor—who’s still red in the face—grits his teeth, then tells me, "Fine. I will accept it, but I won’t lose you to anyone else. Got it?”
Then there’s Synn.
As usual, he’s the most difficult to deal with. “Pazessca,” he says slowly. “I’m not about to lose you again.” He glares at 3. “If you hurt her, I will gut you.”
I roll my eyes dramatically, feigning a yawn. “Good. Now that we’re all on the same page?—”
But I’m cut off by 3 letting go of my hand, sneaking it slowly around my throat, and gripping me firmly. He drags my lips to his, claiming me with one hell of a scorching kiss.
Something crashes in the background, and Synn and Razor stride out of the room, in a huff.
Frost comes to my side, yanking me away from 3. “Mine,” he growls, tasting my lips next.
Before I can scold him, I’m saved by Valley and Bryan strolling in.
“You better be nice to my bestie, or I’ll eviscerate you fuckers,” Valley says with confidence. “Yeah, I saw Grumpy and Grumpier taking off like bats out of hell.”
