Page 6 of Savage Salvation

“Of course, it’s my fault. God forbid either of the demon clones take responsibility for being a dick. But legit, you really need to find someone else to stick your dick in, because it won’t be me. Ever.”

“It is your fault, but what I truly want to know is why you’re so obsessed with who I stick my dick in.” His teasing has grown unbearable when the girl seated in front of me turns quickly, glancing between me and Gage before facing the front of the classroom. Mr. Polski still hasn’t decided to start class yet, and I know the girl in front of me, along with most of the others, can hear exactly what Gage is saying to me.

“I don’t give a shit. The sooner you realize that the better off we both will be.” I drop a notebook on the table, ready to focus whenever Polski is ready to start his job for the day.

Gage leans over, close enough that his breath blows wisps of my hair round my face, and says, “Sexual frustration doesn’t look good on you either.”

I literally bite my tongue to keep from responding. If I do, he’ll just keep going. I’m really reconsidering the stabbing plan. He only needs one eye, right?

4

Gage

I watch her across the school cafeteria as she takes a seat at the table in the far corner and promptly puts her earbuds in, quickly digging into the plate of food in front of her. I should eat the food on the table in front of me, but all I want to devour is her. Fuck. I need to get this shit back under control before I do something stupid. Like declare I need to sit on the opposite side of the classroom just to get Isaac’s lips away from hers, and her hands off him.

Ryan drops his tray next to mine, food plopping onto the tabletop as he plants his ass on the chair beside me. And I know he’s watching the same thing as me. “What’s with the sudden boner you have for Little Orphan Miller?”

There’s nothing sudden about it. More like harder, and I mean fucking hard, to ignore. “This morning piqued my interest. How’s the eye?” I attempt to divert, which is so unlike me that it just goes to show how much shit I’m in. I have no problems saying exactly what and who is on my mind—with everything and everyone except her.

“Isaac will get what’s coming to him, but so will Charity Cunt.” Ryan shoots a look of disgust in her direction, but I’ve always questioned if her disgust for him and her lack of wanting his attention is what really pisses him off.

“She seemed a bit too much for you to handle. Again.” I laugh because it’s true. The more he pushes, the harder she pushes back, and she usually gets the upper hand on him. She hasn’t managed that with me yet, but I need to tread carefully to ensure that remains the case.

“I know you had a thing for her when we were kids, but I figured you’d gotten over it when she turned into gothic twat.” He throws a hand in her direction, plopping back in his chair. He knows damn well there’s nothing about her that’s unappealing. Quite the opposite, in fact. Any guy she’d give the time of day to would be on his knees begging to put his face between her thighs.

Shit. The thought both wakes my dick back up and ignites my rage to punch any fucker who’s allotted the opportunity. Though there shouldn’t be any. “You’re just pissed she won’t fuck you.” And I know the fucking feeling.

“No. I’m tired of her sauntering around like she’s better than everybody.”

I laugh. Not only because Ryan Wagoner has perfected that arrogance himself, but because he’d never pass up a chance at her, but he knows he has zero chance. And he’s correct. Even if there were a slight one, I’d never allow it. Since I told her, I might as well let it be known. “Well, there’s no need for you to worry about her. She’s mine.”

“Yours?” He laughs, his head falling back. “Prissy bitch won’t ever give it up to you.”

“I feel a bet coming on.” Because that will get him off my back and hers too.

“I arrived just in time.” Memphis drops in the seat across from us, leaning over the table to listen to the conversation.

“You really think you can do it? Capture the mystical goth pussy that exists in no-man’s-land? Name the terms.”

Fuck, I pray it’s always been in no-man’s-land and I get to be the first to taste it. “No terms. I’ll do this one for fun.”

Ryan cackles, slapping his hand on the table. “You already know you won’t get anywhere near the cunt.”

“Aventador. If I lose, it’s yours.”

“The Lambo.” His eyes light up, his mouth dropping open at the mention of the car he’s drooled over since the day I bought it. “And if by some tiny chance you win, what’s your take?”

There’s nothing this fucker has that I want. My eyes look to her, noting she’s already done eating. Her hand clutching her phone while the other picks at her nail polish. I’d watched her engage in the same nervous habit during the entirety of her mother’s funeral service. My own mother’s death preceded hers just a few months before, and that had still been fresh on my mind. So the pain Kinsley was in I knew all too well. It’s been the only thing that’s kept me from going overboard with her. But now, I’m ready to dive in headfirst and fucking drown in her.

“Like I said, this one will be for fun. But the car is yours if I lose.” Which I won’t. I can’t.

“What does the mastermind need to fulfill the challenge? A day, a week?” Memphis asks, enjoying this entirely too much being he has no part in it.

“Two weeks,” Ryan says flatly, his even tone causing me to look at him. A devious expression covers his face. “I have a feeling watching this play out will be almost as enjoyable as taking my new ride for a spin. So, let’s give Gage Hawthorne two weeks to chase around the dry pussy before he succumbs to defeat.”

“Done.”

“Force fucking her doesn’t count,” Ryan adds.