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For all the tissues, cold showers, and cursing.
It’s time for a woman to wield power— for us to finally get the job done, and in order for that to happen, the Fraternitas must fall.
Largitor vitae tuam divinam amplectitur foeminam pro eo quod gentes peperit.
Whose idea was it to invent the damn bowtie?
“You don’t get paid not to know. I want to know what happened here and fast,”
“Wes, if you don’t get your cum catcher out of here, I won’t be responsible for her joining the ranks of the other dearly departed Selected girls.”
His mouth isn’t stating, ‘We have her location and are currently en route to kill any fucker that has her.’ Those are the only damn words I want to hear out of his mouth.
I momentarily think back and enjoy the night I made her come on my fingers in her sleep. She was so high off her climax that she didn’t recognize the pinch to her skin when I was embedding the tracker. Thank fuck for that. She’ll have my balls for it when she finds out, and I can’t wait for that fight. First, we have to get her home.
“Why are you so concerned about her? You have barely spent any time with Ariah.”
“I could ask you the same question. Why are you so upset? Have you finally decided to stop being a dick?”
Refusing to deal with her selfish shit right now, I hang up and block her number for the time being. Dick move I’m sure, but I don’t a give fuck.
“You don’t fuck with the queen on the board unless you know you have checkmate,” he grunts, finally relenting and takes a seat around the table.
“We had some idea Ariah was connected to what’s happening because of the packages she’s been receiving and the attempted kidnapping from school.”
I can’t let that happen to Ariah. I’m a fucking asshole for what I said to her. Wyatt was right to choke the life out of me. I’d have done the same. What if they’re torturing her or worse— raping her?
“It’s bullshit and you know it. I should’ve been there. This is the second time I was present at a kidnapping and I was powerless to do something about it.” Turning, I snap, “I should’ve been able to do something!”
“If you haven’t noticed, Silicone Sammy, one of the girls chosen was fucking kidnapped!” Wyatt shouts from his perch by the
“If you don’t want Daddy to have to pay for nose job number five, I highly suggest you scamper off to whatever animal pen you escaped from.”
“That was your cue to get the fuck out of here. You’re not needed, and you’re definitely not wanted.”
“Too bad she decided to leave. I always wanted to see if she truly has a heart,” Owen quips. Shaking my head– crazy knife-obsessed fucker– I return to packing the last of my belongings.
“So what? I touched her pussy. How is that any different than what you and Owen did?” Wes retorts.
I know Wes isn’t always the wisest but talk about throwing gasoline on a fire.
“She didn’t seem to mind my dislike of her when I squeezed her throat and had her riding my fin-.”
“Both of you cut it the fuck out. We have a lead, so save your wrath for who deserves it and not each other,”
“Next time you touch my angel without her expressed consent, I’ll cut your fingers off and fuck you with them.”
“Just ‘our time will come’ repeatedly— like the guys who tried to kidnap Ariah from the locker room at the school.”
“I figured this would be an interesting way to see if we can’t get him talking and burn off a little tension. You’ve all been wound incredibly tight,” he smirks, “for obvious reasons, of course.”
The rules are simple. Cause him to bleed, you score a point. Cause him to yell or shout, and you score five points. Make him cry or beg, score fifteen points. Hit the bullseye, score twenty-five. And if you can make him talk? You win the pot and the game.”
“Each round is a different weapon. We’ll start with throwing stars and end with guns.” I pause, turning, taking in the blindfolded man whose life will end here tonight. He already looks like his ride here was a bumpy one with no seatbelt. “If he lasts that long,”
Lev jokes from his spot on the wall. His arms are crossed, studying the man— observing every tick, twitch, or hitch of breath. It’ll be him or me that makes this man talk.
ass. He always loved to be the one edging someone.
Stephen chokes and gurgles, trying to snap his mouth closed, but Lev’s muscles are locked in— his grip on Stephen’s mouth firm. Gasoline pours down his body, flowing like a stream out of his mouth. Satisfied with my efforts, I turn to Wyatt and nod, ready to take my spot. Wyatt takes position, aims, and before he fires the flare, he roars, “Burn in fucking hell!”
chuckle at the image of her flailing and cursing over the gag as I walked away from her after coming with Ariah’s name on my lips.
“Oh no you don’t, you little shit. We don’t have time for your bullshit panic attacks,” she snarls.
“You always were an attention-seeking little brat. Your dad goes missing, and you develop these attacks. Well, that stops now. We have too much to do and no time for your selfishness.”
“Ariah was brought to Edgewood for a purpose. One I can’t divulge. Just know she’s important, and we must get her home before it’s too late.”
“He said he was going to take his turn with the fat blue-haired slut like he did with the mouthy bitch he had the other night.”
“We don’t have time for useless banter. If you want to talk it out, find a therapist. Let’s move to the next floor,”
“Whoever it is, better not have touched my angel, or I’ll skin them alive with a hot fireplace poker before I rip off his dick and fuck him in his ear with it,”
“She has terrible aim,” he jokes, attempting a laugh but the jolt to his shoulder makes his bearded face grimace.
“I’ll be alright, Ry. I told you, your hag of mom was a terrible shot,” he assures her.
Ariah Bishop isn’t a problem. She isn’t a distraction or a weakness. She’s the fucking truth.
“Never letting you go. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me again,” he growls in my ear.
will. Every single fucking time, Love. We all will,”
“Fine, but you better have the best doctors in the world because if anything happens to my dad, I’ll feed you your balls for breakfast.”
Owen doesn’t remove his hand from my thigh, but removes the one from my lip. His eyes pin me, communicating the promise that this conversation isn’t over.
“Let’s get down to business, shall we? Now that everyone injured is being taken care of in the medical wing, we have some things to discuss. There’s a lot we need to update you all on in order to move forward accordingly.”
“We’ve updated you on Aaron Bishop’s capture and being one of the highest priorities to retrieve, second only to his daughter Ariah’s safe return, but what we haven’t told you is that Ariah Bishop is Ariah Bradford.”
“I know you’re worried about my well-being, and I greatly appreciate you for it, but you’re like a daughter to me, so know if the choice is ever your life or mine, there is no choice. It will be yours.”
“You must be so tired. Go get cleaned up, and I’ll bring you something hot to drink and light to eat,”
This must be what it feels like to have a grandmother.
