Without another word, he went to the balcony.
“What do I have to do to just make you forget I ever existed!”
He paused but didn’t look back. When he spoke, it was with finality reserved for eulogies. “That’s a debt you’ll never pay off, Rich Girl.”
TWENTY-FOUR
GRIM
The club vibrated beneath my feet.
Thump.
He touched her.
Thump.
He touched her.
Thump.
He—
I grabbed Lock by the throat, shoving him against the couch. The girl he was with fell off his lap and scrambled away. A few moments later, the upper deck emptied.
“What the hell is going on?” Raze asked.
“He knows.” My grip on his neck tightened. Lock didn’t react, bored.
“The fuck did you do this time?” Raze asked Lock.
“You really think I did it?” Lock countered, eyesnarrowing on mine.
“I think if it was any other girl you wouldn’t think twice,” I said.
“Yeah.” Lock leaned into my grip. “If it wasany other girl, I wouldn’t.”
I stilled.
Fuck.
I yanked my hand back and stepped away, facing the railing. Bodies writhed on the club floor below. I ran my hands through my hair.
Fuck.
Shit.
“Someone better fuckin’ talk,” Raze said.
“White Privilege Barbie tried to blow me today,” he said. “But her mouth was too small. In the interest of full disclosure, I do have a picture of her tits.” Lock held up the phone as proof.
I reacted without thought, grabbing it and smashing it against the railing. Raze looked to the shattered phone, then back at me.What the fuck?was plastered on his parted lips and twisted brow.
“You’re acting like you’ve fucking marked her.” Lock stood off the couch, face-to-face with me.
The muscles between my shoulder blades tightened, about to snap.
It was a dark fantasy that I never let myself indulge. Gemma Crowne marked? She would belong to me. Anyone who touched her would know the consequences. She would bemine.
