Page 15 of Savage Behavior

“Impossible,” I said back.

“Very possible because it happened; I even got the club footage to show you because I knew you wouldn’t believe it unless you saw it for yourself.”

I think I was blushing because even though we are clearly both insane, that was so sweet of him to know and do for me.

“So anyway, I watched the bartender get a call, and then he spiked both of your drinks. I don’t know who he spoke to, and I don’t know why,” I interrupted him.

“I’m going to fucking kill him,” I spat, yanking the blanket off to get dressed and go do just that; my feet hit the cool tiled floor, and my nipples hardened.

“There is one little problem with that,” he smirked as he eyed my body. My naked body.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” I asked, walking to the dresser and pulling on some sweatpants and a T-shirt.

“I already did,” he smiled proudly.

“Why the hell would you do that, caveman? That was my kill; I deserved it. It was me and my best friend he was fucking with”.

“Right, and that’s exactly why.” He responded while walking forward, eating up all the space between us.

“I already told you once, trouble, and don’t make me say it again after this. You are mine, and I am yours. If anyone so much as looks at you as if they want to touch what’s mine, I will cut off any body part that could make contact with yours.” his hand wrapped around my throat gently as he pulled me in for a kiss, only he didn’t kiss me. His bottom lift softly grazed my top one.

“I’m going to claim you, Brittany. You will be mine forever.”

He released my throat and walked out of my room and out of my place—no other words needed.

He was going to claim me. What the hell? Did I even want to be claimed? Did I have a choice? I rushed to the kitchen where two plates of food sat, with a note that said Britt in the most beautiful cursive.

Britt

My little troublemaker, I can’t let my eyes leave you for even a second because when they do, you end up in these situations. I made you and Krista breakfast. Don’t worry, I didn’t touch her. That was all Ryder. Anyway, eat, drink some water, and enjoy your day.

PS Go buy yourself a new outfit; my Amex card is under the Invitation.

Krista, too, the works. Hair, face, nails, all of it. See you soon

Derek

I felt giddy and, in some weird way, safe. Derek was a man, a man I didn’t think still existed. These past couple of years, we had just watched each other. No words were needed. We were just drawn to each other. I think I did want this. I wanted him to claim me. First, I needed to find out who the fuck kept sending someone after me because now it affected Krista, and I couldn’t be at peace with Derek if he constantly had to help me clean up these fucking messes. I would have to visit Lionel to see if he knew anything. Because I was at a fucking loss.

Krista appeared at the doorway of our kitchen and sat at the bar.

“What happened last night?” she wondered, her hands holding her head up. I knew her pain.

“Apparently, we were drugged by the bartender at the club, and some knights had to help us home.”

“Which ones, and how do you know?” She questioned, her eyes lighting up. I knew she was hoping I would say Ryder. She had been crushing on him forever and would love nothing more than to have him be her knight in shining armor. I wasn’t sure. I only knew because Derek’s psycho ass told me.

“Oh,” she mumbled, disappointed. I pushed the plate of food to her, and she smiled, diving into the bacon and egg with chorizo.

“Eat up, and then we have a long day of pampering, thanks to Derek.” She swallowed her food, eyes wide.

“What? Why?” she asked, confused.

I swiped away at the counter. It wasn’t dirty, but I felt I had to keep busy or I would melt into a puddle.

“Umm, well, he is claiming me.” I blurted, staring straight at her this time. She began to cough, choking on the food in her mouth. I rushed over and gave her bottled water, waiting until she caught her breath.

“And you're letting him?”

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