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“Y-yes,” he stutters in response.

I shove his face away and land another blow, then another, and another, until his anguished moans fill the otherwise empty room. Blood is flung in all directions, but the thick metallic smell only feeds the rage boiling over inside me.

It takes both Ash and Christian to pull me off him, and when they do, my fists are coated with blood, and Kai is slumped in the chair.

“Goddamn, dude,” Ash says, reaching over to make sure Kai is still breathing. He looks back at me. “Have you ever thought about therapy?”

“It’s been mentioned.” Grabbing a rag we have lying around, I wipe my hands off and work on catching my breath. “But who needs therapy when I have this asshole’s face?”

Christian claps a hand on my back as Ash works to free Kai’s wrists.

“Feel better?” Christian asks.

I glare at my brother. “I’ll feel better when he gets the message out that Wyn is off limits.”

With Kai’s hands now freed, Ashe straightens and turns to me. Kai is still passed out. “What’s all this shit with Wyn?” Ash asks. “I thought she was Gabriel’s chick. Areyoufucking her now?”

Clenching my jaw, I ball my hands into fists and take a menacing step toward Ash. He and I have never really gotten along, not since he turned his back on my best friend, Roman,a few years ago. Roman and Ash have resolved their beef, apparently, but I’m a harder sell. I hold grudges, and I don’t like being reminded that I’m being possessive of my cousin’s chick.

Ash notices my aggressive stance and holds his hands up. “Whoa, sorry, hot button?”

Christian pulls me back with the hand that’s still resting on my shoulder. “Lucas, why don’t you go upstairs and get cleaned up? Maybe take a fucking horse tranquilizer. Ash and I will tidy this all up and get Kai on his way home.” He takes another look at Kai. “Or to the hospital.”

With one last lingering scowl at Ash, I nod and head upstairs. That shit with Kai may have been brutal, but it was necessary. It’s how this place runs. It’s why we’re the most powerful guys on campus. Money, power, and blood are what make the world go ‘round. I learned that when I was young.

And I’d warned Kai off Wyn at the Founders Day party. Hell, he whined about my intervention to anyone who would listen that night. Then he had the balls to try and fuck her two days later? There’s no way I could let that bullshit go unanswered.

But if I’m being honest, his disrespect isn’t what drove my fist into his face. It was the rage inside me. It was the fact that he dared touch Wyn. The fucking audacity. He’s lucky he’s walking out of here tonight.

As I emerge from the basement, I realize everyone in the kitchen is staring at me. Fuck, whatever. Kai’s blood stains my skin and I’m sure they heard his anguished moans. The basement isn’t soundproof. Maybe it should be, but our forefathers wanted to send a message to anyone listening—Don’t fuck with the Sacred Sons.

Fortunately, no one tries to talk to me as I make my way up the back staircase and down the hall to my bedroom. I glance down at my hands. Blood has settled into the crevices of my skin, coating my knuckles and the beds of my nails, and a questionoccurs to me. Would I have reacted so violently if it was Ava that Kai had touched?

No. I’d be pissed on principle, but not because I have any real objection to anyone touching Ava. And that may sound heartless, but I’ve never been possessive of the girls I fuck. Why? Hot chicks are crawling all over ExU, and in my experience, they’re more than willing to fuck. So why be possessive of one chick in particular? They’re all carbon-fucking-copies of each other, anyway.

Not Wyn, though. I’m not even surehowshe’s different, but there’s something in her “fuck you” personality that snagged my attention a year ago. I’m like a shark caught in a net—thrashing around, but powerless to break free of her. The more I resist, the more hopelessly entangled I become. I’m powerless against her pull, and I’mneverfucking powerless.

The door to my bedroom is open a crack and I push it open, stopping short when I see someone in my room. It’s dark, and the person is turned away from me, but I can see it’s a chick. My eyes trace the curve of her hips, and the generous swell of her ass. My cock swells in my jeans.

I’ve studied that ass. I could close my eyes and recreate those plump globes in my mind’s eye, down to every last dimple and crease. I’ve masturbated to that image more than a dozen times in the past year.

“Wyn,” I say, prompting her to turn around.

It’s like she was conjured directly from my thoughts. Her eyes are wide and those pretty pink lips are parted in surprise. She clearly wasn’t expecting to see me here.

In my own bedroom.

Well, well.

Stepping in, I close the door and lock it. I’m still bloody from the painful lesson I just taught Kai. Now I guess it’s Wyn’s turn…

CHAPTER TWELVE

Wyn

My heart crawlsup into my throat as Lucas locks the door and steps farther into the room. He has blood all over his hands, his bracelets, and he looks crazed.

Shit.

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