Terror dragged the banner that had You did it, HOD written in golden glitter to the hall. “It won’t be a fucking surprise if she sees it right as she walks through the gates.”
I wanted to break each one of their bones, slash their throats and tear the skin beyond healing. The fuckers that dared take my pussy from me. If it weren’t for Dasher, I would have killed the fucking shifters.
But then he’d have known. I couldn’t afford it.
Damn you, Vixen legend. I curse the day I met you.
“I wish she didn’t get it.” I blurted and rose from the stool, a cold one in my hand.
They stared at me in silence.
“Yeah, now you fucking shut up. Who cares where the fuck you put that sparkly shit? Shove it up your fucking sissy asses and fuck off.” I left the Beastly brothers’ stupid fight over who pleased Professor Legend more and headed out to the empty pool.
I downed what was left of the beer and smashed the bottle in the dead thing. Ever since that fucking night, when her taste haunted and ruined me forever, I’d been enraged. I slashed and ridded the world of a couple of dozens fuckers who liked to kill, steal and rape for sport. Hunted the devil knew how many animals. Fucked bitches double that number.
All to get over the one bitch that wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. I still had to recall her scent to get it up. The image of her body, the sweetness of her blood, the tightness of that fucking pussy I’d kill for…possessed me.
I’d never wanted something so much like I wanted Vixen. Not even blood.
She had to spread her legs for my men before me. I shouldn’t have waited that long. If I’d just manned up and told Dasher right from the start, she would have been mine and mine alone.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Dasher snuck up on me.
“The ugly sisters complained to you already?”
“Nobody told me shit, but I’m not blind.”
“Cut to the fucking chase, Dasher. What are you blabbering about now?”
“Your fucking mood. You’re crankier than ever. Always drunk by noon. Murdering shit right and left,” he said. “I heard you saying you didn’t want Vixen to get the job.”
I lit a cigarette. “So?”
“You’re the one who wanted her to stay here from the start. You rebuilt her old fucking room. I don’t get it. Why are you so upset she’s back? How is it that you hate her so much?”
‘Cause I fucking love her so much.
Fuck.
I shut my eyes and dragged a breath. “I don’t fucking hate your sister, Dasher.”
He grunted. “That’s what I thought.”
My eyes snapped open at him. Did I just blow everything? His face was made of steel. I couldn’t tell.
The Ford’s engine crackled through the gates. The heartbeat that put me under a spell echoed in my ears. “You don’t wanna miss the surprise party.”
“Right.”
I watched him go. I wanted to stay behind but found myself following him. I didn’t mean it when I said I wished she hadn’t gotten the job. I still wanted to see her happy.
I sat on the porch—under the banner, whichwasstupid to be hung out here. Terror and Mad Dog stood on the right, Inferno right next to me. Dasher was by her car. She got out of it, her face pale as fuck.
Oh fuck. Did she really not get it?
The men and I exchanged a look, and they held the festivities.
Dasher linked arms with her and ushered here to us. “What is it, Reindeer? You don’t look so hot.”
