But fuck, a girl can only give herself so many orgasms to take the edge off before needing to go about her day. I’ve got shit to do. I can’t just play with myself every time I get worked up, but I need to be able to be around them without making reckless decisions. The struggle is real.
“Now, we stoop to their level,” I state decisively, shaking myself out of the rabbit hole my thoughts were taking me down.
I ignore their matching smirks, knowing full well by now that they can tell when my mind takes a trip to the gutter. Bright side, they did confirm that the more they’re around me, the more they’re able to build up a tolerance to my pheromones. So I suppose there’s a silver lining if I ignore all of the embarrassment.
I pull my phone out of my back pocket, powering it up. Soren is easily able to look over my shoulder from his seat, but Yri and Cai have to crowd around to see what I’m doing.
“That’s cheating,” Cai points out reproachfully.
I bat my eyes at him in mock innocence. “Where in the rules does it say that?”
He snorts. “What happened to wanting to win by your own merit?”
I go back to what I’m doing. “That’s the Gauntlet, that’s different. This is supposed to be a training exercise. In real life, do you think your enemies are going to follow all of the rules or use any cheap trick to get the upper hand?” I challenge, not waiting for his response. “As you so helpfully brought to light, the world is going to shit. I highly doubt if someone wants to abduct me and hold me in a lab to get raped or experimented on, they’re going to be using the most honest tactics.”
I have to look up when it turns dead silent, the three of them wearing matching expressions promising murder. A chill slithers down my back at their stormy response to my words, a primal part of me drawn to the savagery they emanate. If they can accomplish even half of what their eyes are promising?
They just might actually be able to keep up with me.
My phone chimes, drawing my attention and breaking the staring contest we were locked in. The little dots flash, showing each of my brothers’ phone locations congregated at the very edge of Hadeon near the forest. I rise to my feet, rolling my shoulders and smacking my cheeks a few times to stave off the food coma I want to slip into.
“Alright, Yri, you up for a little hunting?”
He rolls to his feet. “For you, angel, always.”
I snort, but it's part of his charm. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
He tosses a triumphant look at the others as we head out, skirting the edge of town so there’s less of a chance of someone to tip them off that we’re coming. It’s completely dark by now, but the vibrant color of their flag plastered to the front door of a small house can’t be missed even in the dim lighting.
I know better than to head straight for it, so Yri and I climb into a nearby tree for a better vantage point. We scan the area, but not a single thing looks out of place and not a brother in sight. I pull out my phone to double check their location, noting it has them in the house.
“If we steer clear of the windows, we should be able to get it before they know we’re there.”
Yri frowns. “That doesn’t sound like them at all, angel. Hold on.”
He climbs higher into the branches, and before I know it, he’s leaping onto the roof of the house. He lands far more gracefully than I would have imagined, and I never so much as heard a thud. The light catches his red eyes, painting him as a demon lurking in the shadows. When he bends down to pick something up, my stomach lurches before he even meets my eyes.
They fucking played us.
I’m dropping from the branches the same time Vyrian hops off of the roof, the two of us heading towards the front door. “They left their phones here knowing I’d fucking look and put their flag as far away from our base as possible.” I curse, knowing I should have seen something like this coming.
Yri’s hand curls around the edge of the flag, but when he tugs, it doesn’t budge. “What the hell?”
I try next, laughing at the genius of it all. “Those bastards super glued it to the damn door!”
Vyrian snorts, but no matter how much the two of us yank, it’s not going anywhere. “All four of them are likely storming our base right now, the brilliant assholes.”
I murmur my agreement, grabbing Yri’s hand and breaking into a sprint towards my house. I tear through the place, finally gathering the tools we need to take the door off the hinges. We race back and I bang on the door, a man I don’t recognize opening it with a scowl on his face.
“Do you have any idea how late it is?” he snaps, not even caring once he realizes it’s me.
I’ve gotten a bit spoiled exploiting the girl card and didn’t really account for his lack of interest. “I’m so sorry, but I need your door.”
He looks at me like I’ve lost my damn mind before seeing the pillowcase glued to his front door. He rolls his dark eyes. “What the hell did I do to get on the triplets’ radar?”
I muffle a laugh. The asshole that tried to bribe my brothers isn’t the only person that’s fallen victim to their fuckery over the years. Even if it has nothing to do with me, if someone rubs them the wrong way, they skirt the law to get their revenge on people. Late payments, rude comments, cutting them off in traffic; honestly, they really need to open an arcade or something here to keep us all out of trouble.
“Luck of the draw, I’m afraid.”
