Page 13 of Forever Filthy

“Then name your terms.”

“We win, you leave me the fuck alone and never come near me again.”

I tsk and drop my voice lower into a husky purr. “And ifwewin?”

“What do you want?”

“You spend the night with the three of us.”

“I’m not fucking any of you.”

I chuckle and relish in the way a shiver runs down her spine. “I never said anything about fucking, just dinner.”

She takes a second to answer. “Just dinner?” I pull back and smile down at her.

“And if you're a good girl we might eat you for dessert.” I shoot her a wink and leave her standing there with her mouth ajar as I make my way toward the guys. I’ve never wanted to win a game so fucking much in life!

“What was that about?” Ezekiel asks as I pass by him to head to the other side of the court.

“A little bet,” I answer with a wicked smile as I turn to face Nova and her team. Vivian looks flushed.

“What bet?” Archer hedges.

I shoot him and Ezekiel a wicked look. “Better win this game boys so we can spend the night with Vivi baby.” Both their eyes widen.

“The fuck does that mean, asshole?” I roll my eyes and turn to face Vox who looks like he is two seconds away from breaking shit.

“It means, you need to back the fuck up and accept what this is. We all have our problems with each other, but Vivian has nothing to do with that. Stay the fuck in your lane, Vox. You are not getting in the middle of this.” He stalks toward me and doesn’t stop until we are chest to chest. I can hear Nova shouting for us to cut it out, but we both ignore her. Ezekiel and Archer dart forward, ready to intervene if one of us throws a punch.

“She’s my sister,” he snarls.

“Your point?” I taunt.

“Either play the game or get the hell off the court.” At the sound ofmygirl's voice I step back and wink at her asshole brother.

“Sure thing, Vivi baby,” I call out, never taking my eyes off her twin who stands there turning red and grinding his teeth.

The tension between the four of us is suffocating but I refuse to crack under the pressure of it or even acknowledge it. Vox on the other hand, it seems like he wants nothing more than to have it out with the three of us.

“Nova, want to serve, babe?” Vox snaps his head toward the other side of the court so fast I swear I hear his neck crack. Without permission laughter bubbles out of me. That fucker must have a death wish, first he touches Vivian and now he calls Nova babe. Vox’s upper lip twitches as he watches Nova take the ball from the cunt, moves to the back, then he turns to us with a bloodthirsty look in his eyes.

“I want a truce until we slaughter this cunt.” I can’t help but laugh at the fucker, Vox doesn’t take well to anyone looking at Nova let alone someone calling herbabe. Ezekiel and Archer are both smiling and shaking their heads. “I’m serious, we take them down then go back to hating each other, deal?”

“Only if you agree not to interfere tonight when we win.” He grits his teeth at Archer’s request.

“Fine! Now, can we teach this cunt a lesson?” he snarls.

“Game–fucking–-on,” Ez says.

“Let’s fuck shit up,” I add.

And we do, we slaughter these little punks in the first round. Dawson and his friend are sweating as they try to keep up with us but years of football has us conditioned for endurance. Ezekiel and Archer may have been kicked from the team, but they never stopped training and because of that Arch made the CHU team with me and I have a sinking suspicion the new QB coach told us about, is none other than Vox-fucking-Hatchett. Nova is panting but can’t stop smiling, clearly her and Vox are having a silent conversation with their eyes. I turn to Vivian next, she seems angry… I wonder why? I chuckle to myself at the sight of her all red faced and pissed off at the world. When she looks at me I purse my lips and send her an air kiss. Her nostrils flare, Archer and Ezekiel both laugh and somehow I know without having to look at them that they are thinking the same thing as I am. My laughter dies off when a wicked look enters her eyes. She straightens from her hunched position and turns her back to us to face Dawson, giving us the perfect view of her ass. I bite my lip to keep from groaning.

“Hey Dawson?” she sings songs.

“Yeah?” he answers.

“What are you doing later?” My body turns rigid, both Ez and Archer stand to their full height.

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