Page 33 of Of Heathens & Havoc

“We need to know you make it home safe,” Angel drawls, giving her a lazy wink. “Can’t have one of our flock wandering off.”

“You are unbelievable,” she growls at me, but she places one foot on the edge of the bed while she pokes the used condom up inside her.

“So I’ve been told.”

“Where are my clothes?” she demands.

I gesture to the door. “Threw them out. You better hurry or you’ll be walking home in just your heels.”

“You’re supposed to get us home safely,” she reminds the room.

“Oh, but we did,” Heath says with a wide, feral smile.

“The game ended hours ago,” I point out. “You wanted to come over and get fucked. Now you have. We don’t give a fuck what happens to you now.”

“Burn in hell, Saint Soules,” she snaps, stomping to the door. Her words might be more impactful if she wasn’t wearing a ridiculous lamb’s head with a pink bow on top.

“Already there,” I mutter as I close the door behind her.

“What a night,” Heath says, flopping onto his bed in his grey sweatpants and brushing a palm over his inked torso. “Just when I thought HAVOC might get boring.”

“It’s not every day your best friend’s sister squirts in your face,” Angel says, watching me and lazily moving his dangling foot back and forth.

I shove my hands in my pockets so I won’t start swinging. “Did you know about this?”

“Nah,” he says, glancing at Heath. “But I wouldn’t say no to sucking the squirt out of her pussy next time. You didn’t tell us she grew up to be all hot and shit.”

“How would I know?” I demand. “I haven’t seen any more of her than you have this year. And before that, I hadn’t seen her since the last time you did.”

The day we went to juvie, to be exact. The guilt flares like heartburn in my chest.

“Exactly,” Heath says. “You’re not even really her brother anymore. She’s been living with your aunt for four years. Stop thinking of her the way you did when we were kids. We’re not the same kids we were then, and neither is she.”

“You just want to fuck her,” I accuse, balling my fist around her panties.

“Not gonna lie, I’d give my right nut to bust the left one inside her,” Heath admits. “But this isn’t about wanting to get in her pants now that she’s hot. She’s not our friend anymore. She’s not your sister. She’s just a chick who put us behind bars when we were innocent. The shit she made them believe—about my own sister.” He shakes his head, and a rare glimpse of hurt flickers across his face, and then it’s gone.

“He’s right,” Angel says, sitting up at last. “We were all there that day. And yet, we all paid for something we didn’t do, and she never paid for what she did.”

“She didn’t do anything, either,” I point out.

“She sent us to juvie,” Angel says. “That’s her crime.”

“Isn’t it time she paid for her sins?” Heath asks.

I finger the white cotton in my pocket, the dampness of her arousal. The contradiction between the sweet, innocent looking garment and the wetness from her swollen cunt that was so ready to get fucked when a stranger fingered her that she begged for him to take her virginity, not even knowing who he was…

She’s not as innocent as she wants people to believe.

“You’re right,” I say at last. “She signed up for a game where the ultimate goal is to get chosen to be fucked by twelve men in front of a priest. She’s already damned.”

“Exactly,” Angel says. “No girl who signs up for HAVOC is innocent.”

“And if she is, she won’t be for long,” Heath says, eagerness radiating from him at the prospect of being let loose on tonight’s sacrifice after all. We all need this. My friends may give me a break, but the others are going to be pissed that I ended the game before the big finale.

“But only us,” I say, giving him a hard look.

“She’s the sacrifice,” Angel protests. “The Master already sealed her fate. We can’t hoard her.”

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