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I look from Tyler’s striking yet deranged blue gaze to the metallic plane that covers Donnie’s face.

Both fucking unnerving.

“Take the mask off.” The words fall through my lips, so I quickly explain. “It’s pointless. I know what Tyler looks like and your names. I know who you are.”

“That is the last time you make a demand.” Donnie takes a step forward, a show of power, his body blocking the overhead light. His shadow blankets my legs. “The next one will result in severe punishment.”

I recoil; my spine hits the tiles.

Not smart, Vallie.

“You kidnap me, fuck me, and now you want me to have dinner with you?”

“I didn’t kidnap you. This is your house, Pup. Just think of us as your temporary housemates.”

Oh, the irony…

Be careful what you wish for, Vallie.

“Pizza,” I spit out.

It’s the first thing that comes to mind—a blatant rejection. I hope he gets that. I don’t like the idea of Donnie cooking for me. It feels too domestic, too friendly. Too weird. But then—I look at Tyler—I’m going to have to get used to weird if I’m to survive this. “Just get a pizza.”

Donnie stills, and God, I wish I could see his face. “Pizza and then bed, Pup.”

I can feel his grin as it slowly widens; how that can be, I don’t know. “I’ll be the one tucking you in.”

CHAPTER 6

VALLIE

Two eyes stare at me through the metallic mask as he slides the second pizza from the oven, my mitten on his hand, a pink paw-shaped mitten that Oliver bought me.

This is a dream, Vallie.

It’s too weird.

I face Tyler at the dining room table. It’s only the second time I have ever eaten here. Last time, I had far more clothes on, but this time, I’m in only Tyler’s shirt. It hangs to my knees and fits snugly around my breasts.

Tyler is wearing the sleeveless-tee he had on under his shirt. It displays all the lean muscles across his upper chest and shoulders, the kind a professional fighter would have. He’s working his way through his pepperoni slice in slow chews, his eyes locked on my breasts squished into his top.

“Where’s your family? Why are you all alone? I don’t like it,” he says around the bite, lifting his gaze to meet mine.

Lunatic! He wants to chat, like this is normal, like we are on a date? A little get-to-know-you? Fuck.

It’s hard, but I don’t react. “I don’t want to talk about my family right now.”

“Tough.” Donnie joins us at the table, placing the second pizza down. The sight of olives and anchovies turns my stomach. “Tyler asked you a question. Answer him.”

I grab a slice and pick the anchovies and olives from the steaming melted cheese. I need to do something with my hands, to hide the way they shake. “They live in another city, and I don’t talk to them much.”

Tyler says, “Why?”

“What are you doing?” Donnie asks, burning holes into my hand as I rearrange his pizza.

“I’m not really a fan of olives and anchovies.”

“I’ll eat anything? Fucksake. It’s classic Italian. They taste like your pussy, and they are fucking delicious, just like your pussy.” He cocks his head at the slice. “Eat them.”

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