Page 63 of The Pretty Psycho

"Oh." She chuckled. "The enigmatic Ethan," she murmured. "I kept wondering when he would show up."

"Why?" I frowned, that green little monster waking up. "Why are you interested in Ethan?"

Her eyes twinkled, and I would bet everything I had on the fact that she would try to make me jealous. "Why? Are you feeling insecure?"

"Highly unlikely," I grunted, but she was closer to the truth than I wanted her to be. The truth was—I was jealous of every single person that had her attention, regardless of their gender. I was jealous of Arseniy, Dimitri, Yolanda, Jax, Dante, and everyother person at this Academy, because I didn't want to let her out of my sight.

It wasn't healthy, and if I even dared saying out loud the plan that was swirling in the back of my mind of her locked up with me the only person with a key, I had a feeling she wouldn't exactly appreciate it.

"Fine." She chuckled. "We will see once he arrives." And suddenly I didn't want him to arrive, because I could recognize that dangerous glint in her eye. She loved messing with me, knowing full well what kind of effect she had, but I hoped for all our sakes that she wouldn't poke the beast.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I murmured, pressing my lips close to her ear and pulling her back to my front. "You won't like the consequences."

"Hmmm," she hummed. "I really like trying new things, you know. Living on the edge," she continued, pushing her ass against me. "Besides." She turned in my arms, pressing her palms on my chest, her hand dangerously close to the marks she left earlier. "You wouldn't want me to get bored, would you?" She pouted, the little minx.

My hand landed on her ass, when a throat cleared not too far from us. My brain finally remembered that we weren't alone.

Arseniy and Dimitri stood at the bottom of the stairs, Arseniy looking anywhere but at us and Dimitri blushing. "If you don't mind," Dimitri said. "I would really like to keep the eggs I ate for breakfast inside my stomach.

Vin chuckled behind us, and I forgot how fucking lost I was when it came to my girl.

Vega laughed, patting me on the shoulder before I let her go, already missing her warmth the second she stepped away from me. She went down the stairs, meeting the two of them while I trailed behind, rearranging my dick in my pants.

"Here they come," Dimitri said, turning toward the driveway where I could see four black vans coming our way. The tinted windows made it impossible to see who was inside, but the moment they stopped and the doors opened I almost cursed out loud seeing the first person out.

Estelle, the leader of an organization that only gathered females and called themselves Valkyries revealed herself first, grinning from ear to ear the moment she saw me. I looked down at Vega who didn't notice anything, but I could already assume how this was going to go.

Estelle and I, well, we had history. A history of sleeping together whenever our missions brought us into the same cities, and judging by the way she started heading toward me and Vega now frowning at her, this wasn't going to go well at all.

Estelle all but jumped into my arms, plastering her lips to mine and kissing me as if her life depended on it. My lips sealed shut, trying to push her away when an animalistic roar cut through my thoughts and the hands I was intimately familiar with appeared on Estelle's shoulders, pulling her away from me.

Vega threw her off of me and straight to the ground, advancing on Estelle with her fists raised high and ready to strike, which I couldn't allow to happen. Estelle was a great girl but she wouldn't take kindly to it one of ours attacking her the moment she arrived here.

"Vega!" I yelled out, lifting her up with my arms wrapped around her middle and her thrashing in my hold. "Stop it."

"Stop!" she shrieked. "I'm going to gouge her eyes out."

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Estelle moaned, getting up from the ground. "Who the fuck is this lunatic?"

"That," Dimitri came closer to Estelle. "Would be Adrian's girl." Understanding washed over her face, her eyes wide and plastered to the two of us, while Vega still fought against my hold, trying to push me away.

"Shit," Estelle murmured. Shit was about the right word to say, because Vega wasn't calming down.

She freed one arm and before I could react, slammed her fist straight into my nose, and I had no choice but to let her go as my eyes filled with tears, making it impossible to see.

Vega jumped down, and through blurry vision I could see her going after Estelle, when Dimitri stepped in front of her.

"Don't do that, Vega."

"I'm going to kill her," she said, her voice as cold as Antarctica, trying to push against Dimitri. "And then, I'm going to cut those fucking lips off of her face and keep them as a souvenir."

"Mon dieu." Estelle jumped back just as my vision started getting back to normal. "Adrian! Control your woman!"

"Vega!" She turned slowly, too fucking slowly, her eyes daggers directed straight at me. "She didn't know, okay. She had no idea.”

"No, she had no idea," Vega said, taking a step back from Estelle. "But you fucking did. You," she murmured. "You let her kiss you." Fuck. Me. "After… No, you know what," she shook her head, smiling viciously, "I'm out of here." She started walking toward the Academy, giving me a wide berth, but I wasn't going to let her just run away.

"Hey." I took a step toward her, but she jumped to the side.

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