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I can’t be with men who write letters like this. Where will it end? They’re going to break my heart, over and over, and I can’t let them do that.

I’m better than this. Stronger than this.

In a sudden surge of anger, I screw the note up in my fist, hiding those poisonous words from my eyes, and throw it at the wall. It bounces off the hard surface and comes to rest on the floor.

They are such fucking assholes for making me feel this way. I’m the one who just found out her sister had died. I’m the one who came off my bike, and then was put through some crazy magic spell routine. The only times they’ve acted as though they wanted to take care of me have been to get in my panties. To think I was actually worried about them! Worried that all that fucking voodoo blood and hair and spit crap by the Preachers might actually hurt them. Good. I hope it makes their dicks shrivel and fall off.

I don’t really hope that—it would be a horrible waste, especially since all three of their cocks are deliciously perfect.

The thought that I won’t get to be up close and personal with any of them again makes me sad, but how can I give into them again?

It’s all gone too far this time.

CHAPTER 14

Lex

I don’t knowhow I manage to get through my classes, but I do.

I haven’t seen Vani again, and her words to me keep rolling around inside my skull like a bowling ball—crashing, jarring. Is that why she was fucking crying in the shower? Because she thought I’d assaulted her?

I keep going over every second of us together, trying to see where I misread the situation. She called me a fucking sociopath, and asked me to leave, and even wanted to keep her underwear on in the shower, but I hadn’t let her. I’d been jealous of how she’d described sucking Zane’s cock, how she’d mentioned how big and powerful he was.

When we’d been naked in the shower, though, she’d given me no reason to think she didn’t want me. I’d even asked her if she was sure, that she wasn’t too banged up to fuck.

I remember what she’d said in response, that I’d better finger her before she changed her mind…or something to that effect. Had there been doubt then? But then I distinctly remember her following words.Yes, do it. Fuck me. I want you.

There’s no doubt that I was what she wanted then. And she was completely into it when she was describing what Zane had done to her. Both of us were.

I can’t help but feel furious with her. I know she’s been through a lot, what with the bike crash and finding out about her sister…

Assuming Reagan even is her sister, and her whole story isn’t just some bullshit she’s made up to cover the real reason she’s here.

I grind my teeth and clench my fists. You might say she seduced me in the end, and didn’t she say she got off on Zane first? Humping his fucking leg? How dare she turn that around on us with her accusations?

We should punish her for trying to screw with us like this. She’s a mindfuck, and she doesn’t deserve to get away with it.

Our Venom forgot who the fuck she’s dealing with.

Later that day, I find Zane and Saint out at the mansion. They’re lounging around in the living area, playing video games and drinking beer. I snatch the headsets off their heads and toss them to the floor.

“What the fuck, dude?” Saint yells.

Zane throws up his hands in despair as his character onscreen gets shot in the chest half a dozen times and subsequently dies.

“This is important,” I say, ignoring their protests. “It’s about Vani.”

Saint adjusts his watch. “What about her?”

“She needs to be reminded who the Vipers are.”

Zane signs,What are you suggesting?

I fold my arms across my chest. “That we take her. She accuses us of doing shit to her anyway, even when we didn’t, so let’s show her what it’s really like to have to deal with us. All three of us, at the same time.”

When?Zane asks

“Tomorrow. After it gets dark.”

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