Page 78 of Vile Boys

I hold his face and make him look into my eyes. “Now tell me. Who are you?”

“Caleb Preston,” he says.

“No, who are you?” I repeat, slamming my forehead into his. “Who the fuck are you really, Caleb?”

“A fucking devil from Tartarus.” The grin that slowly forms on his face is magnificent.

“Exactly. And what do we fucking do?”

“Maim hearts, mutilate bodies, murder souls.”

He knows precisely what it means to be part of Tartarus.

We rule the darkness, the inhospitable, and make it our own. We don’t fucking bow to anyone.

I grin right back at him. “Good boy. Now what are we going to do?”

“Maim hearts, mutilate bodies, murder souls,” he repeats.

“Starting with that fucking girl … who drove your father to her mother and tangled your lives.” It’s about time we dealt with her.

When he drifts off, I keep his eyes focused by gripping his chin. “She caused this, right? Then let’s fucking punish her.”

“How?” he asks. “When she’s about to become my—” He retches from the idea. “Fuck. I can’t even fucking say it, let alone think about it. I already covered her with cum. We can’t go back from that.”

My eyes narrow. “You coveredherwith cum?”

“I meant her window,” he says, swallowing again.

I lick my lips, but he doesn’t say another word, so I let him go.

“Let’s go,” I say, marching back to my car.

“Where?”

“Back to the Tartarus House,” I reply, opening the door. “So we can discuss all the bad things we’re going to do to her to make her pay.”

A wicked grin slowly spreads on his face. “Now you’re talking.”

Crystal

I barely got homein time before a storm broke out. I blow out a sigh of relief when I finally close my bedroom door and flop down on the bed.

God, it was a long fucking day.

I’m so glad that whole barbecue thing is over. Nothing more awkward than hearing your mom’s about to marry your enemy’s dad.

I shiver at the thought of Caleb Preston becoming part of my family.

But if it makes my mom happy to be with his dad … who am I to get in the way of that?

I grab my study book and open it to the page I left it on. It’s about time I had a proper study night.

However, my buzzing phone distracts me so much I can’t focus, so I grab it to see what’s going on.

Penelope: Wanna come and hang out? Go to a club?

Crystal: Sorry, I got studying to do. Nxt time?

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