Page 45 of Make Me, Break Me

Beau shook his head and glanced at me. “No.”

“Fuck,” Crush swore, and Falcon wasn’t far behind him.

A rumpled pile of orange pajamas was crumpled on the floor at the far end of the cell, the remains of the body housed within them stained with enough blood that it obviously wasn’t in any condition to breathe.

“The hell happened here?”

“Back up,” Falcon said sharply. “Unless you want to join him.” He slid a blade into my hand and nodded forward.

I stared at the blond headed man sitting on the bunk bed and the identical twin who emerged from the shadows on theopposite side of the cell. Both were dressed in white baggy pants and singlets and both were splattered with blood.

“Three guesses on who that belongs to.” Nelson looked ready to puke beneath his guard’s helmet.

No guesses were necessary. Key—or Kash, I never could tell them apart—rose on long, steady legs.

“We heard you needed a favor.”

“We wanted to make up for scaring your girl.”

“We believed it was necessary.”

“We were wrong.”

I blinked. After a day, when she could stomach it, Zinzi had related their odd and terrifying incarceration with her when she was sure she would die at their hands, their strange way of speaking. Now, I understood the rabbit hole-esque feel of her time with the twins, if not a touch of her terror.

“This is your…apology?” I said carefully, straining for understanding.

“Yes.” One of the twins smiled, and it was utterly terrifying. Devoid of all emotion, like a void.

“Gotcha.” I turned back to my new team. “We do not need to be here anymore.” I pointed back the way we came then turned back to the twins and inclined my head because they seemed to like formalities. “Thank you.”

The other twin also smiled horrifically, apparently delighted with my response. “You are welcome, Dexter Breaker.”

That he knew my full name freaked me the fuck out. I sympathized with how my girl felt, trapped with these assholes in a room for untold hours at a stretch.

“Moving,” Nelson muttered, his voice straining.

That the twins had done what we came to do but with apparent ease bothered everyone except perhaps Beau who seemed to understand them the best. We retreated, Falcon and myself counting every single gated door we passed back throughand locking it as we went, though I doubted that would contain the twins, or their clean up.

And when we got back to the car unscathed, Beau called the guard house to let them know that we were out, not a single one of us spoke on the trip back to the frat house. I climbed back into bed with Zinzi after a scalding hot shower where I scrubbed my skin clean despite not having technically committed a sin tonight. Then I held her tight, didn’t sleep at all and promised I’d never fucking let her go ever again.

When the news reached her that Ledger Raymond was dead over breakfast the next morning and she asked if I had a hand in it with questioning eyes, I kissed her hard, relieved that I didn’t have to lie.

EPILOGUE TWO

FALCON - LOVE AND TOY

I watched Beau play with Sylvie in the common room for long enough with their dominance games that I was hard up for my own brat and toy—depending on who wanted the role that night.

Beau liked to be worshipped, that much was clear as he made Sylvie wait for him night after night on her knees, squirming when he played with her with his toes teasing between her legs while the other frat boys and myself watched on, or gently choking her with his cock while he deep throated her and held meetings, teasing the fuck out of everyone present with the sounds she made for him on demand.

I admired his control, and wanted to be a fly on the wall in his room when he fucked her, wondering if he took her gently, though I doubted it. Rumor had it that he and Crush shared their girlfriends at a local club. I was keen to check the place out with Bella and Rose, but for tonight, I had a different game in mind.

“Take her inside my room and prep her,” I’d told him earlier.

Rose and I were still at a learning point. Bella was the girl I loved beyond a doubt, and though we’d recently moved past a place of gentleness, Rose…he came from my father’s mafia hangers on. But he knew my preferences and liked to play withus both. He’d kissed me the night I met Bella on my super yacht bearing the same name as my girlfriend, and I’d talked to her about inviting him into our circle. She’d agreed, excited to try anything that pleased me, it seemed and together the three of us…worked, for whatever reason.

I’d go with it until we didn’t.

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