G.O.D.S: Gifted. Obedient. Deadly. Students. (G.O.D.S, #1)

by Jaye Pratt

“My brother will probably lose it, and I am prepared for that, but it’s time we were all on the same page. Mr Z needs to go. This whole organisation could be so much better in the right hands.” “Even in different hands, it will still be corrupt,” Chester remarks. “You’re implying that we have a moral compass. I don’t give a shit what our jobs entail—I just don’t want our girl to be a damn pin cushion.” I snort. “That’s rich, calling her our girl, Kai. She doesn’t remember any of you.” “That may be true, but she is going to be super pissed. We also need to consider giving her back her memories . . .” “And how do you propose we do that, Brennan? That shit is locked up tighter than a nun’s cunt, and only Mr Z can authorise such a thing,” Creed snarks.

“Toge gai nakereba bara ga nai.” His words make me reach out and run my fingers through his hair. “Without thorns . . . there is no rose,”

“Mostly it’s because that is how we were created,” Kai explains. “Have you noticed that you don’t react how others would in situations?” “You mean like when I found out that Brennan and the guys probably were involved with mine and Trace’s kidnapping, but I still fucked them anyway?” They all look at me with murderous glares, so I try to smooth it out with, “Or like right now, how you all look like you want to murder me, but I’m not actually scared of you.” “I’m going to kill them all,” Creed snaps, moving from his chair to stalk from the room and slam the bedroom door. “Please don’t let him kill Marlow or Brennan, I haven’t slept with them yet.”

“Yet?” Chester asks with a raised brow. “Yes, yet, because I don’t have to explain myself. Up until last night, I didn’t know who any of you were and none of you know me anymore. I’m not that innocent little girl you all remember, and I will never be her again, so please just drop it.” “And there is her fire,” Kai laughs. “Good to see you’re still as bossy as ever, always knowing what you want.” The bedroom door is thrown open, and Creed comes striding out with a handgun. I don’t think, jumping from my chair to stand in front of him. “Hold up there, killer. No one is dying today.”

“Zircon, you know Kai is great. He is better than grown men. Case is just faster—his memory of the material is better because he studies.” He eyes me for a long moment, then continues. “You don’t realise how much of an asset you are. You can find someone’s weakness within minutes of meeting them. That can assist us with missions when you’re older, but only if you practise.” “But that isn’t cool. Case can see in the dark, Marlow is like a supercomputer, and Laughn can be electrocuted and feel nothing. Davis can tell when people are lying, and Boston is super smart—he remembers things from when he was a baby. I can’t even get drunk.”

“Was there always a connection between all of us? When I came here, all I wanted was to find Trace, no matter what it took or who I hurt. But once I was here, I couldn’t bring myself to do it, and I know now one of my abilities is not overreacting.” “I wouldn’t say overreacting is the right word.” “Whatever. But I feel it, this pull, and I gravitate to each of you.” “Yes, you will always have that with us all. It’s in our DNA—we are all linked to you. You shouldn’t be linked to my team, but for some reason, you always have been, and we aren’t exactly sure why.” “How did I manage ten guys as a thirteen-year-old?” I question, because in reality, juggling ten guys is just plain baffling. “You had us all wrapped around your little finger, and you knew it.”

“Holy shit, are you okay? Let’s get some ice while you tell me who that hot piece of ass was and why Case tried to knock him out.” I laugh at his forwardness. “I thought you had a thing with Kai.” “That didn’t lead anywhere. It was kind of a turn-off when he talked about you the whole time. I swear you’re like the pied piper with men. You need to teach me your ways, oh wise one.” I snort, unable to deny what he said. “What will I do with them all? It’s mind-blowing. I never wanted one, let alone all these guys I have collected.” “Gang bangs,” he says with a straight face. “You have three holes, you lucky bitch, and two hands.” “Jimmie,” I say, wide eyed. “Five at once . . .?” “I read, and it’s totally possible.”

“Holy shit, girl. Why would you break that up? You were the filling in that man meat sandwich.”

“Jimmie, it’s like that book you made us read. The one where the girl falls for a guy and then her best friend realises he is in love with her, but then she is all upset that she has to choose. And we are all pro ‘why choose’ except Sinclair—she is a one-man woman. Personally, I think it’s because she couldn’t handle all the dicks.” Danika talks so fast it’s hard to keep up with her sometimes. “I could so handle all the dicks,” Sinclair almost shouts. “That’s handy to know,”

“Colt, Team Hijack.” Recognition registers. “You were the one at fight night with Laughn.” “That would be the one. Best opponent I have gone up against. He loves to inflict pain, and I love to receive it. Pity we both don’t bat for the same team. We could have some fun and then the pretty girl could see if she really could handle all the dicks.” A sudden growl radiates from my windpipe as jealousy raises its ugly head and confusion washes over me. I have never felt this before. “Whoa, girl. It’s okay. I was joking—he is all yours. But if you ever want someone to join in, just call me.” He has the nerve to wink. “And you, pretty girl,” he says, looking directly at Sinclair, “if you ever want to be corrupted, killer here knows how to find me.”