Page 44 of Toxic Things I Love About You

I opened my eyes and glared at Gage.

“He didn’t do anything to me. I’m just tired of all the drama. Besides, you two are like little boys in a toy store. You bored me to death.”

He whistled.

“Rome, you really know how to pick them. She’s spicy.”

Roman reached for me and grabbed the fabric of my shirt.

“Come here, Butterfly. Gage is one hell of a shot, and he’s here to make sure you become one too. We don’t have a lot of time, so shut those pretty little lips and listen for once.”

He had such sweet little ideas in his head.

“Oh, Romy-poo. It’s okay. I didn’t realize you were inadequate in anything. Boy, am I happy I have Gage.”

Roman finally mastered the scary guy look, but it still didn’t work on me. Gage laughed so hard I was certain everyone in the range could hear him.

“Fuck, Roman. This is the best date you’ve ever invited me on.”

That had me turning a pretty little shade of red.

“How many dates have you gone on with him?”

The room went silent, and Gage buckled over, still laughing, and then I noticed Roman’s fist outstretched.

“Did you just punch your friend?”

Roman nodded. “He’s more of my bitch than a friend, and he’s going to get punched again if he says anything else.”

Roman glared at Gage, who was wheezing between the laughing.

“I don’t date, Butterfly, so you’re the first. Now, take this and aim for that target.”

I did as I was told, but I wanted to poke the bear.

“Gage? Is this right? Is this how I hold the gun?”

Before he could respond, Roman picked up a gun and shot, hitting the target straight in the head.

“Oh, so is Gage just moral support then?”

But really, my mouth was dry, my pussy wet, and I wished that Gage wasn’t here right now.

Instead, I whispered to Roman as he put the gun down and handed me ear protection, because yeah, that was smart. But before I did as told, I looked up to him.

“Fine, you can shoot. But whoever teaches me how to shoot first gets a blowjob from little ol’ me.”

He turned and threw Gage out.

FIFTEEN

roman

Emilee was in my bed,and I wasn’t. Why? Because I was heading down to the basement to deal with a mole. Gage had done the hard work for me and gotten the prick here. There had been a moment when it seemed like the best idea to allow Emilee to accompany me. She seemed to crave the violence.

But she was also a pawn in this whole fucking mess, and I was quickly starting to worry she was in more danger than even I’d assumed.

The door unlocked, and I pushed my way in. I was in no mood. I had sweats on and bare feet. I was not dressing up for this asshole.

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