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“I’ll fucking kill you,” Tyrant growls.

“Rules are rules,”Dessays. “Orders are orders. She’s mine. You’re just borrowing her for a quick fuck here and there. When I get my hands on her, that’s when the real fun begins.”

Tyrant lunges forDesonce more. Mac tries to hold him back but Tyrant is a goddamn monster. He takes Mac with him and Mac ends up accidentally bumping into me. I hit the counter with a hard thud at the right side of my body and I feel like my ribs are shattered like thin pretzels.

Other guys come rushing into the kitchen and it’s even more chaos. They all grab for Tyrant and pull him away. Lia spins me around.

“We’ve got to get out of this fucking kitchen,” she says.

She quickly grabs for her drink and she pulls at me. I manage to get my hand around my cup before I’m on the move. I can’t help but look back at the insane scene of guys as they all work to get Tyrant out of the kitchen too.

He looks at me as I look at him. It’s like we’re being ripped apart. I feelsomethingin the pit of my stomach. It doesn’t make sense to feel anything for a man who will wear a mask and put a knife to your throat. It doesn’t make sense to feel anything for a man who will stalk you on your run and then make you lift your bra so he could pinch and hurt your nipple.

Yet staring at Tyrant, he looks like hell and feels like fate.

Chapter Thirteen

TYRANT

It takes Peri,Vic, and Demo to get me out of the fucking house. They know better than to try and restrain me, so they act as a kind of a wall and just keep me moving until I’m outside on the back porch.

There’s a table with a handful of people sitting around it. All drinking and talking, enjoying the night and the party. Girls on guys laps. That tipsy, flirty shit going on. I flip the table onto one of the guys and dare someone to do something about it.

Demo finally slams his chest into mine. We’re nose to nose. Demo is thicker, heavier, a fucking beast. I’m not afraid of anything. Anyone. Ever.

In my head I’m thinking some insane thoughts. About the brood. The legion. About thePerg.All of it. I’m thinking about the throne and what should be and what isn’t.

I know if I kill Des without the approval of the legion itself, I’ll be held captive and tortured for years. They don’t just kill traitors around here. They keep them alive. Keep them in excruciating pain. There are underground parts toSAthat not many know about or have visited. I’ve heard there are basically prison cells under our feet with prisoners who are kept alive to suffer and age.

“Step the fuck back, Demo,” I growl.

“You step the fuck back,” he says. “You want to lose your mind? Go for it. Go for a run. Go lift some weights. Go find someone to chain up and fuck senseless. I’m sure there’s a list of work waiting at thePerg.”

I grit my teeth and curl my lip.

“You didn’t even want to fuck around with the new arrival to begin with,” Vic says from behind me.

He’s right. Completely right. I want nothing to do with Serafina. Yet I can’t…I just fucking can’t imagine her in the arms or under the control of Des…

But it’s how this works. There’s nothing to do other than fulfill my part. Break her in. Break her down. Leave her with a broken soul and a need forpunishment. And the ability to smile through pain.

I have to make her into a good wife for Des.

There is morethan one way to blow off some steam. The way I see it, there’s always a target. Thetargetsfrom the legion. And the targets I choose.

I walk back into the house. Mac is behind the counter once again, still cleaning up the mess from when I punched Des in the face.

I walk to my right and by the intense game of beer pong. Someone sinks a ball into a cup and there’s a collective cheer. A second later some whore unclasps her bra and takes it off. She waves it over her head and throws it to the guy who sank the shot. I look at her tits for a second. Then I go into the room where a rage style dance party continues on. As soon as I see Naya, I pounce.

Now the thing is—grabbing Naya by the throat only makes her cunt soaked. She’s beyond fucked up. Someone at some point will have no choice but to marry her. Or maybe someone in the legion will give the orders to one of us to lace her pot with some fentanyl and let her overdose and die.

Naya is dry humping some guy who is wearing a bunch of glow necklaces and bracelets. I grab Naya’s hair and pull her away from her dance partner. Before the guy can even mutter a syllable in my direction I hit him in the mouth. Dude is so pathetic he stumbles and falls into a table of drinks and ends up on the floor.

I have an audience watching me and I don’t give one fuck. Everyone knows who I am and what I’m part of. I yank at Naya’s hair and drive her down to her knees.

“You fucking drugged up whore,” I growl at her. “You told her my name, didn’t you?”

“Going to punish me, Tyrant?” Naya asks.

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