She still hasn’t made a peep by the time I hit one. “The hard way it is.” It’s my favorite way. I love when they think because I’m young that I can’t be so depraved. The joke’s on them.
I grab my paring knife, puckering her nipple with a pinch, I slice that bitch right off. Smooth like butter.
“Nothing to say?” I try again. Only cries fill the room.
“Suit yourself.” I start to carve at her chest, but my phone interrupts my music and my concentration.Can’t I torture in peace?
“Yes, Wy?” My exasperation is evident as I massage my temple with my free bloody hand.
“You should’ve left your house ten minutes ago. Stop teasing Pamela and get your ass over here,” he insists.
“Fucking fine!” I growl.
“Don’t get aggressive with me. Once we finish up with Wes, we can go see our girl.” He knows he has me now.
“Excellent point. I’ll be there in fifteen. I need to shower.”
Rinsing my blades, I inject Pam with some antibiotics. I can’t have her dying on me.
“I’ll be back. I’m off to see my Angel,” I say, mainly to the air. Pamela has passed out. I guess losing a nipple will do that to you.
Still not feeling completely at peace, I pull a knife, at random, and carve traitor into her forehead.
Once I’m finished I head back upstairs, my blood pumping for a different reason.Ariah.
I’m on my way, Angel.
32
WES
“Wyatt, are you out of your ever-loving mind? How could you pick Ariah?” I shout.
I still can’t believe this asshole chose that nobody for such a prestigious position. I’m not the biggest supporter of the selection. The women we select are supposed to be in the running to be our wife. Ariah isn’t worthy of sharing our air. I don’t care how hot she is. She’s not Edgewood Elite material.
“Seriously, Wy, you can’t pick her. You have to choose someone else. I mean, at least Owen has sense and chose Summer Anderson. She’s annoying as hell, but she’s of way better breeding,” I try to reason with him, but there’s no getting through to this asshole unless I do something drastic to change his mind.
“Don’t include me in your dumbass logic. I would’ve chosen her too, but I was under the impression she wasn’t an option. She’s not exactly one of the original families,” Owen starts.
“Another reason for us to be suspicious,” Lev chimes in.
Ignoring Lev and turning to Wyatt, Owen continues, “Smart move on your part, Wy. I don’t know how you got the sign-off from our dads, but smart move.”
What the fuck is wrong with these fools? Can’t they see this is a bad idea?
We all agreed to pick girls we could control, and Ariah is far from someone who can be influenced. We had a plan, and there’s no way I’ll let some trash screw it up.
“Lev, please talk some sense into these two idiots,” I sigh.
With Seb unable to openly make his choice known until after the society’s first social event, he’s been MIA.
“You two can’t honestly not see the flaming red flag here?” Lev asks, standing in the center of the carpeted floor.
We’re in our space at The Tombs. I called a meeting a few hours after school. I needed time to cool off with Wyatt’s pick, but it obviously didn’t work.
Lev’s long legs begin to pace the floor, moving from carpet to concrete and back. He begins to list every reason Wyatt’s choice is a bad idea.
“First, she moves here out of the blue, no wealth to speak of, into one of our properties, during a selection year. Second, as soon as she arrives, there’s an uptick in activity from an unknown organization. Third, she listens to no one and fights us at every turn. And lastly, our dads approved her, which is the biggest red flag of them all.”
