Page 39 of Unhallowed

And there’s nothing we can do.

Two weeks.

That’s how long it’s been since I’ve talked to Angel. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’m going fucking insane. I’ve been watching her, sending her roses every day. She hasn’t even noticed me standing outside my house, following them around when he takes her out to show her around town. She really has been sheltered, and he has been taking her everywhere around Silent Grove. To restaurants, the mall, the movies. At this rate I won’t even be able to take her somewhere new if I wanted to. I’ll have to go out of town or something.

Why do I even care so fucking much?

The truth is, I’ve never felt this way before. Like I can’t breathe properly. Every day that goes by I feel more desperate to know what she’s doing, where she is, how often she givesmypussy to my brother. It’s killing me, living quite literally next door and not being able to do anything about how much I want her. I guess I could if I wanted to, but for some fucked up reason I want her to actually want me, and maybe after I know for sure she’d stay, then I’ll take her for my damn self. But right now she doesn’t trust me, doesn’t know me. I can’t blame her for not wanting to give me a chance. All I’ve shown her is the lengths I’m willing to go to get what I want. She should be flattered, but instead she’s fucking pissed. Maybe she really did want to marry Draven and I messed that up for them. Regardless, I don’t give a fuck. She should’ve never come between us. We’ve always shared everything, and he didn’t even tell me she was coming until I heard it from my father. After that I was determined to talk him into sharing, but he refused, saying she was off limits.

Nothing is off limits between us.

He fucking knows that.

We’re soulmates, brothers, way more than that if I’m not mistaken. We’re a lot, but estranged is not one of them. So now that he doesn’t want anything to do with me, that he’s giving me the cold shoulder, it’s driving me fucking insane. I need to find a way to get him and Angel back to me, back to what happened two weeks ago. Both of them in my bed, but I’d settle for just Angel at this point. She’s driving me up a fucking wall, goddamn insane over her.

Is it truly related to sex? I mean, she’s the best pussy I’ve ever had, I’ll be honest. It may have to do with the fact that she’s basically a virgin, but I think it’s way more than that. I just can’t quite put my finger on it. Justwhythe fuck do I want her so bad? Is it because he does too? Do I just want everything he does? Is sharing everything with him that important to me? Or is it trulyher?

Maybe I’m love drunk on her blood or something.

I feel bewitched, like she cast a spell on me that there’s no way out of. We are bound by blood, byThe Family, but it has to be more than that. I think one day I’ll figure out what’s wrong with me, just not anytime soon. But who cares? All that matters is that I do feel this way, and I have to have her. If I do, if she willingly lets me have her and doesn’t put up a fight, if she even just pretends, then I’ll be able to fuck her out of my system. I’ll feel appeased, like she actually fucking wants me. Yeah, that’s what I’m seeking from her, some reassurance that this is real between us. And it is, I know it is. She can’t pretend it’s not, she’s not a good actress, after all she’s not used to doing it. Angel may deny how she feels, but I feel it in my bones every time she looks at me. This connection we share, like fucking electricity sparking between us, a live wire. When she ran from me I felt this primal urge to fuck her until there was nothing left of her. I’ve never wanted someone so bad in my entire life. I’ve never felt this pure, unadulterated, blinding, black-out obsession before. It’s ruling my life, taking over. Ruining it. Ruiningme.

The fire sparks and crackles and pops, reminding me of her, and I tense with my Corona in my hand. I take a swig, swallowing it down with my feelings of inadequacy. Am I not good enough for her? Is that what this is about? Is Drav the good fucking boy in this dynamic? She likes that shit? I could be her good boy too, just not in the way she expects from me.

“Dude,” Jagger says with wide blue eyes, annoyance in his voice. Well guess what? I’m more annoyed at the interruption of my thoughts. Even if they’re fucking tragic. “Lighten up. It’s just pussy.”

“That pussy,” I spit out, “belongs to my fuckingwife. And now things are tense between Drav and I, and I don’t know that they’ll ever get better.”

“Well maybe you shouldn’t have taken her away from him.” Asher interjects with a snigger. I want to gouge his pretty little green eyes out for it. It’s none of their business whether I take something from Draven or not. He’s my soulmate.Mine. “You ever think about that?”

“No.” I chuckle, being honest. When I want something, I take it. I fucking get it. It’s just my nature. I don’t have time to be a pussified, submissive asshole. No, I’m the fucking alpha and Draven needs to understand that. I think he does, he just doesn’t want to submit when it comes to her. It’s a damn shame, we could be having so much fun together. “I wantedthem, and he wanted her. So I took her.” I shrug.

“So you never wanted her?” Asher asks me, his blond hair spilling over one eye, his other green one connecting with my own. “What kind of fucked up shit is this?”

“I wanted him to fucking share her with me!” I snap. “I wanted things to be as they always have been. But he didn’t want that, no. And that only made me want her more. And now she’s the only fucking thing I think about. Nothing else crosses my mind. I can’t function like this, just waiting and holding my breath for another fucking glimpse of her.”

“Dude, you’re fucked.” Says Jagger with a smirk on his lips. “But you said you wanted them? As inboth?”

“You know how this shit works.”

“Uh, no.” Asher shakes his head at me with a laugh. “Jagger and I may be soulmates but we don’t want to be together. You and Draven have always had your own thing, no matter how platonic it’s been. We think it’s been platonic anyway. Has it?”

“Yeah.” I reply without hesitation, refusing to give them crumbs of my stolen moments with Draven. Tongues, lips, teeth…darkness. Bodies molding together, sweating, slick with pleasure. No, that’s for me to keep buried deep in my dark, stained soul. “Platonic.”

“But you want him?”

“Bro, he’d crawl over glass for Draven. Look at him!” Jagger chuckles, but it’s not fucking funny how right he is.

“Oh, shit.” Asher says as he looks behind me, and I tense. “Incoming.”

“Great.” I mutter under my breath.

I don’t bother turning around to see who’s there. I already know it’s Draven, coming to hear all about the exchange we have to take care of. I’m the one who’s organized everything, and I have to give the news. There’s much to talk about, like how he’s going to lead this operation: coke and weapons exchange. I know he hates it, but it’s necessary. And I may or may not have assigned it to him on purpose so I could steal a moment or two with my little demon.

The air is suddenly thick as he sits next to me on the Adirondack chair, and my breath rushes out of my lungs when I see who drops onto his lap out of the corner of my eye.

Angel.

She’s wearing a Mystic University hoodie that reaches almost to her knees, with no pants on, and a pair of high-top chucks. Her hair is messy and wavy, unkempt, and she has circles underneath her eyes. Yet she’s still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. When she looks at Draven, a wide smile takes over her face, accentuating the sharp angle of her cheekbones. She turns her head forward to give me a view of the straight slope of her small nose, the bow of her top lip, her thick blonde lashes fanning over skin. It all hurts my fucking chest.

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