Page 2 of Ruthless God

Bailey is a handful. Sometimes, I have to act like her father rather than her brother. It’s exhausting to keep an eye out on her. If I didn’t, my father would blow a gasket and he’ll blame me for her behavior.

I spot Lyrical strolling in the kitchen without a care in the world, pouring herself a red cup of spiked punch. As she glances around, her bright blue eyes find mine, and a smile spreadsacross her face. My gaze studies her body like a map. Her outfit is cute: a white halter top and tiny shorts that hug her plump ass.

My dick grows hard in my dress pants, so I adjust myself.

She’s a whole foot shorter than me, stopping to my chest, and her midnight black hair is pulled up into a tight ponytail.

I don’t like that every man has their eyes on her, wanting to fuck her. I want to lock her up in a room and never let anyone see what’s mine. She’s very beautiful and knows it too. I can’t wait to take her virginity on our honeymoon. I wonder if she has a dark side the way I do. I love being in control of the women I fuck. I don’t like vanilla sex. I like them wanting me to choke them, tie them down, allowing me to have control over them. If she doesn’t, then she’s going to have to learn to love it.

Someone clears their throat. Glancing down, I see Savannah standing in front of me, her brunette hair falling over her shoulders like a waterfall. She’s pale as a ghost, the opposite of Lyrical. Savannah is superficial and only cares about looks and status, whereas Lyrical is creative, full of life, and doesn’t care about the finer things unless it’s art.

When Savannah smiles, I roll my eyes. We fucked a couple of times, and when she found out Lyrical is one of my best friends, she gave her hell, so I stopped sticking my dick inside of her. Savannah knows we’re not endgame, but she wants to be the one I marry. Her father is a member of the American Billionaire Club, a gentleman’s club for the richest and most powerful men around the globe, and I’m going to be the CEO once I graduate.

No one knows I’m supposed to marry Lyrical, but they’ll find out when we have our engagement ball.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snap.

Savannah stands on her tippy-toes, trying to catch my attention, but I miss what she says, my eyes fixed on my sister and best friend.

I glance at her, crinkling my nose. “What did you say?”

She straightens her spine like a needle, folding her arms across her chest. She hangs around me like an old stench I can’t get rid of. “I’m sorry for being mean to Lyrical. I didn’t know how important she was to you, and I shouldn’t have poured milk all over her and called her a gold-digging whore.”

She keeps speaking as I keep my gaze glued to the guy who walks up to Lyrical. Smiling, she places her hand on his shoulder.

She shouldn’t be laughing at any other man’s jokes. My jealousy is back at full force, and I hate having to get rid of all the guys she likes. It’s childish, but I don’t care. She’s mine, always will be.

My blood boils, and I ball my fist.

I stalk the shit out of her, and I have an app on her phone where I can spy on who she messages and calls. If she saves a man’s number, I log into the app and delete it. No one is taking my girl’s virginity but me. If she found out I have a tracker on her, she would be pissed off.

The guy is average-looking, a little shorter than me, and has blond hair. I can take him if we go toe to toe.

When Lyrical bends for Bailey to whisper in her ear, I see him slip white powder in her cup.

Oh, fuck no.

That’s grounds for death. Growing up, I watched my father kill countless men for crossing our family. I was raised to eliminate anyone who is a threat.

Without acknowledging Savannah, I shove past, and she calls my name, but I ignore her.

This motherfucker is about to take his last breath. He has no idea who he’s messing with.

Once I maneuver through the crowd, I snatch the cup from Lyrical’s hand, tossing it in the trash can.

When she frowns, her cheeks turn pink. “Hey, what are you doing?”

Her lips are painted bright red, and I want them wrapped around my dick. The smell of her apple orchard scent invades my nostrils, making my dick harden in my dress pants.

She has no idea what I have in store for her on our wedding night. My future wife doesn’t know how much I’m obsessed with her.

I stand between her and the guy, and it’s taking every ounce of me not to beat the living shit out of him in front of my guests. His death is going to be a slow one.

He sizes me up, probably calculating if he can take me. Lyrical doesn’t know I’m a murderer, and I plan to take my secret to the grave. I don’t want her to look at me as a bad person—because I’m not. Some things, she doesn’t need to know about me.

I grab her by the arm. “Go home, Blue.”

Grinding her teeth, she slowly peels my thick fingers from her flesh. Looking up at me, she frowns. “You’re not the boss of me, Snow. I do what I want, and we’re just having a friendly conversation.”

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