Page 57 of Sinful Little Lies

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Verena Griswold.

Verena Losado Griswold.

Grimm Losado. Doesn’t sound bad, I wouldn’t mind taking her name.

I’m sitting in my writing class, doodling once again because I don’t give a shit about this lecture. I don’t want to learn about writing styles and techniques. I want to go back home. To Verena and our pampered princesses. To a place where I truly feel like I belong. Where I’m not some crazed outsider.

She loves the devil in me. She values my darkness. No drug could ever compare to the high she gives me. Not even the good old MaryJane.

Everyone just thinks I’m here to fuck around and murder motherfuckers. While it has been fun, that’s not all I’m here to do. I’ve never had a reason to do anything else. My drive to train, to conquer, to see blood spill, it all came with the reason to protect myself. I was tired of being pushed around by my siblings, mainly Greer. I wanted to be ready. I wanted to be bigger and stronger than him physically because against him, brains didn’t matter.

Although my strength helped me with my position here in the Brotherhood, I thought my time here at Blackwood would help me find what I was meant to do. Because let’s be so fucking for real, who the hell would be put on Earth with the sole purpose of murder?

Sounds fucking crazy if you ask me.

But nothing has sparked my interest. Tools and toys have filled up my room over the years. I’ve switched my major almost ten times in the span of these four years. That’s how fucking lost I felt when it came to my future. The only thing that stuck was the power kick that courses through me when I slice a motherfucker’s neck open.

The rush flows through me instantly and my mind brings the most perfect memory to the forefront.

Verena is coated in blood, standing before Leo, cutting his fingers off and carving letters into his fucking skin. My erection aches as his screams fill the room and the scent of his blood flows through the air. A sense of calmness washes over me and all I can think about is how fucking delectable Verena looks while she’s in control.

Oh, how I’d wish she’d take control of me.

The power emanates off of her being, from the top of her head to the tips of her fingertips and toes. My little monster is fucking dynamic and dominating. I always knew she had it in her. All she had to do was believe it herself.

Look at her fucking go.

Professor Dimwit wraps up his lecture, his voice cutting through my memories and bringing my attention back to the somber reality I’m living every second I’m not in Verena’s presence. He says his usual parting words and I’m racing out the door and back to my house in a flash.

Arriving at my place,I check our mailbox and find a package and some small envelopes. There’s one addressed to Eli with lipstick marks all over it.

Wonder who the special lady is.The initials “MD” are written in the top left corner with no return address. I shrug my shoulders and walk inside, sliding the envelope underneath his door. I toss the rest of the mail onto the table and look at who the package belongs to.

Me?Maybe it’s that vial necklace I ordered for myself after we got back from our little road trip. My dick jerks at the thought of wearing Verena’s blood around my neck, the vial resting over my heart.

I rip open the package but there’s no necklace, no vial, nothing. Just…pictures?

Picking up the photos, I thoroughly examine them and when I recognize the luscious black hair and dark eyeliner, I know exactly who these photos are of.

My little monster.

My Verena.

My everything.

Photos of her walking the dogs, going to class, even one of us overlooking the balcony after sex on our road trip. On every picture, her face has been scratched out with red ink. Is someone threatening her by sending me these images? Who could be behind this?

Whoever they are. They better count their fucking days.

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I haven’t beenable to leave Verena’s side. She’s not aware there’s a third trying to weasel their way into our relationship and won’t take the hint that three is a fucking crowd and they aren’t wanted here. But I have been her shield and shadow whether she’s aware of it or not. I’ve skipped my classes and meetings this week in fear of someone getting to her the moment I took my eyes off her. I saw how that worked out with Emmett and I’ll be damned if any one of us have to go through that fear and turmoil again.

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