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And it was October 30, the night before Halloween. Devil’s Night. They were back. But why?
They were here. The Four Horsemen.
Their power came from two things: They had followers and they didn’t care. Everyone idolized them, including me.
They were untouchable, fascinating, and nothing they ever did was wrong. I wanted that.
The Four Horsemen not only ruled the student body and the town when they attended school here, but also commanded the court and hardly ever lost in the four years they played.
I liked it. I liked being scared.
He scared me. And not in the way Michael did that I liked.
“Night, Little Monster.”
Don’t be alone with her.
My one rule. The one thing I’d kept to myself and promised to heed, and now I’d broken it.
No one else knew her. Not the way I did. I knew better. I knew how good she was.
Why did I have to make sure she was safe? Being near her made me falter. It made me forget.
Don’t be alone with her. Don’t ever be alone with her.
I liked it when I got as good as I gave. When a woman showed the fire in her instead of sitting idle.
She didn’t know that we knew. She didn’t know that we were coming for her.
For a few hours, long ago, we looked through the same eyes, and I felt like I could trust her. It had been a mistake that cost my friends their freedom.
I only wanted two things . . . that my brother hadn’t done as much as he bragged and that Rika had as much fight in her as I hoped.
red. My favorite color. It was brave and confident but also aggressive and violent. Not sure why I favored it, but I always had.
But for three years, I’d been forced to look at her in my house, hear about her, and bide my time, when all I wanted was to be her nightmare. She was here, and we were ready.
Like a baby vampire.
We weren’t going to hurt her. We were going to ruin her.
“You’re not a victim, and I’m not your savior. You handled it. End of story.”
“You did well. Did it feel good? To fight back?”
I was losing. When she was around, she made everything else small, and all I could see was her. All the years of misery she caused my friends suddenly didn’t matter, my focus blurred, and I lost sight of what she’d done and how my friends had suffered.
And how she needed to pay. I hated her. I had to hate her.
I didn’t want to get her to scream at me again, because I’d never been so turned on.
Out of everyone in my life—my father, my brother, my friends—it ended up being her who drove me to drink.
“Don’t go there. I want our little monster, with her big doe eyes, kneeling at my feet, and I’m not waiting anymore. I’d like you in on this, but I don’t need you.”
Because, after three years, they now had a bond that didn’t include me. Everything was fucked because of her.
“Your nightmare is over. Hers is just starting.”
Having her close was entirely too tempting.
honestly hated you as much as you hated me. For the same . . . single . . . reason.” I clenched my teeth, lifting my chin. “Her.”
You couldn’t be my brother because I had the one thing you wanted.” He paused and then continued. “And I hated you because the one thing I had wanted you instead.”
it will be me who puts a ring on her finger and keeps her forever.”
“If that slut spreads her legs for you, I will make sure marrying me will be the nightmare of her life.”
That damn mask.
“I’ve never seen him give a handheld tour of a fuck party before. Or bring someone along on Devil’s Night. This is ours, so why are you here?”
“No one fucks with you but us,”
“I thought you were one of us,” he whispered, his breath caressing my lips. “I thought you could play.”
“I don’t know this game,” I told him, barely audible.
“All you need to know,” he finally answered, “is that you can’t tap out.”
Their game had changed. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t know what to do next, but I needed to think faster.
“You get to pull a prank, too.” Will came up from behind, peeking over Michael’s seat. “Think of the movie The Crow,” he pointed out. “We could rob some stores, burn down the town, murder a young couple . . .”
I cast a nervous glance at Michael, and I couldn’t explain what I saw in his eyes. Heat. Thrill. Anticipation. His gaze fell to my lips, and his grip tightened on my waist. “Hold on,” he said softly.
Michael shifted, inching closer. “What the fuck did you just say?” I shot my eyes up, my blood heating at the sight of his cinnamon eyes looking like he wanted to tear me limb from limb.
They’d all had each other’s backs tonight, and now they had mine. But they weren’t going to do my shit for me. No, Michael never would. He’d never handled me lightly, and he was going to make me deal with this.
“Tell me more.” His breath fell across my lips. “I want to know everything my brother doesn’t do to you, you little liar.”
“and after he leaves you, leaves you wanting more and wanting everything you know only I can give you”—he snatched up my bottom lip between his teeth and let go—“is it my cock you think of when you slide those fingers in your pussy?”
“I said I never watched the games, and that was true. I just . . .” I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked back up at him, dropping my voice to a whisper. “I just watched you.”
Own it. Don’t apologize for who you are. Own it. You can’t win if you don’t show up, right?
