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I laughed uncontrollably.

“Logan. Let’s be reasonable,” Jordan pleaded.

Logan pushed my face into the ground, feeding me a mouthful of grass.

“Reasonable? You’ve been conspiring to take out William since the moment he said no to the blood farm. You got what you wanted. You don’t need this whore beside you to get the mission done. If you want a willing pussy, I will find you another Letos bitch for you to breed with.”

Logan was going to get his dick cut off.

“Jackson!” Logan barked again.

Another clansman came from behind, kept my wrists locked behind me, and lifted me to my feet. I spat the grass and bit at Logan’s face making him sputter and slap me with a loud thwack. I relished the pain, blowing him a bloody kiss.

“Why don’t you tell Jordan how much you liked sinking your dick in me. I never had a man come so fast.”

Logan’s eyes widened a fraction before he threw his arm up to block Jordan’s attack. The two brothers grappled on the ground as Jordan’s anger overtook him. He didn’t like anyone playing with what he thought was his. His jealousy was cute, but pointless. Logan still outranked him in the clan and if one Cromwell needed to stay alive, it would be that asshole.

His dick was bigger than his brother’s too.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Calm yourself!”

“You fucked what was mine! I told you I claimed her!”

“She’s fucked everyone, Jordan. Get that through your thick skull!”

I laughed at the idiocy between the two brothers, winning today’s game. My laughter could be heard the whole way as Jackson dragged me back to the house.

ChapterEight

Valka

The butcher was here. He stared at me through his black fabric mask as Jackson explained to him everything that happened above ground.

My breaths came in as pants as my arms slowly lost blood flow from how far up they hung by shackles. I was wet from head to toe and now aroused from all the blood I’d consumed.

“Wait for Logan’s orders. For now, keep her down here with you and out of trouble.”

The butcher didn’t say anything. His deformed shoulders tensing up every time his eyes slid down my body.

Jackson looked at me with disgust and turned to ascend the stairs without looking back. The butcher and I stared at one another for a good ten minutes after his exit before he walked toward me.

He was taller than Ian by a good head, and broader too. I wondered how girthy his dick was. Just as my mind started to wander, and his hands reached to my shackled ones. Jordan came running into the room, his face bruised and bloody.

“Take her down. Now.”

The butcher looked over his shoulder at him but didn’t make any other moves.

“I said, now!”

With a grunt, the butcher pulled a key tucked away in the pocket of his pants and slid his large, calloused hands up my arm until he reached my wrists.

I breathed through my mouth, savoring his touches and staring right into his eyes. Why did he need his face covered?

“I’m horny,” I whispered under my breath when he reached for my other arm.

His hands stopped for a moment before continuing. Once my hand dropped, I massaged my wrists and blatantly looked down to his crotch. His dick’s impression looked massive, and I groaned.

Jordan shoved him aside and pulled me into his arms. There was ripped flesh along his collarbone and a bleeding puncture hole at the crook of his neck.

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