Page 39 of Don't You Pucking Dare

I pick up the pipe wrench and glance at Lola who is staring at me with a terrified look. I smile at her, hoping she takes me fucking seriously from this moment on. The sound the pipe makes against Jack's ribs echoes like a gunshot. Blood wells and bruises instantly color his skin, but I’m not trying to break bones–– just trying to make a statement known.

Lola flinches but stays silent. Smart girl. Caleb is in the corner, watching me intently. Noah has no remorse as he stands in the corner with his red mask.

I should feel something, beating and watching my brother Reaper suffer. But all I can think about is Lola’s pussy on Jack’s face and then him following her to get her alone. Pulling the gun stunt is a step too far. That made his intentions crystal fucking clear but little did he know Lola isn’t a soft, vulnerable girl. She’s down and dirty with secrets I can’t wait to uncover. I glance at her now, and her face has hardened. She approves of this. Sick bitch. Jack makes eye contact with me, not showing any weakness. I glare at him. This is what betrayal costs in our world. I hit him again.

His grunts fill the silence and I think I’ve probably beat him enough. When I first received Lola’s email, it wasn’t pretty. It took a lot to get Jack tied up.

"Thank you to all of you who decided to join us tonight… Jack hanging up there," I say proudly, snapping a picture of him with my phone. "Is the perfect symbol of what happens when you touch what isn’t yours. It’s easy to forget when you have pussy right in front of your face, taunting your demented fucking head, but do not forget that Miss Lola Kemper…" I glance at her and point at her with the pipe. "Duchess is mine and only mine. And I’ll be damned, Jack, if I let you touch what’s mine." A swiftpunch to the gut and he’s fucking coughing. I circle him and then stop, staring at my Duchess.

"Duchess," I shout with my arms open. "You’re only going to answer me with a yes or no because you see these guys behind me?" I point to the elders, Noah included. "They do not tolerate long explanations. So first question, baby…" I slowly walk over to her, staring at the pipe. "Do you…" I slide the pipe down Jack’s torso, "want to fuck Jack?"

She’s nervous as she glances at Jack and then back at me. A flash of fear crosses her face, and it makes me fucking hard to witness.

"No," she whispers.

I almost laugh, but I don’t. The Reapers want proof that Jack disobeyed orders and interfered with my mission.

I add, "But wasn’t that you who wore lingerie, asked your roommate to invite him over for a threesome, and sat on his face while you kissed Kiah?"

She nods. "Yes."

"Don’t you belong to me though, Duchess?" I ask, cocking my head at her.

Anger is simmering underneath her fear.

"Yes," she says.

Good fucking girl.

A wave of excitement rolls over me as I stare at her.

"Did you arrange that night, trick Jack into coming over, because you… were taunting me?"

She stares straight into my eyes. "Yes."

I stare back. I pull the gun from my back. "Is this the gun he used to threaten you tonight?"

She looks at the gun as I point it at Jack’s head.

"Yes."

I laugh as I look Jack in the eye. "Duchess, do you know that he would’ve fucked you with this gun if you stayed?"

She shakes her head quickly.

I aim right above Jack’s head and pull the trigger. Her eyes flutter at the sound. The gun doesn’t shoot.

I smile. "It’s empty, but I already knew that."

I throw the gun to Noah and crouch in front of Lola.

"Now tell me in more words, what you think your punishment should be."

"My punishment?" she echoes, stunned.

I glare at her, unamused. "Pretty sure you were seducing Jack here. Now look at him. It takes two to tango, Duchess. What the fuck should your punishment be?"

She stutters, "I–I don’t know… nothing?"

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