Page 196 of Kissing the Villain

She left with Marcello.

And I let her.

Because I was a fucking asshole who gambled her pussy. The Knights had given me shit for letting Marcello touch her beforeLegare. So I came up with Capture the Queen, a fucking joke to appease them. It wasn’t a tradition like I’d told Alex.

Then the lights came on. I saw Alex on top of my brother, his cum dripping from her pussy.

She let him do it.

Him.

Inside her.

I pounded my fist against the cushion and downed the rest of my scotch. My head buzzed from all the alcohol. I was drunker than usual, but fuck, it was my thirtieth birthday. I figured I should celebrate with a bang.

I wanted to kill someone.

Choke them to death.

Paint the town with blood.

Maybe it would help—just one kill. I needed a release to quell the anger surging through my veins.Alex and Marcello. I wanted to hurt both of them, make them bleed. Watch them suffer.

I shot up from the chair and threw an empty tumbler across the room. It hit the wall above the fireplace. The glass shattered, pieces falling like snow.

“What the fuck?” Sonny groaned. He shook a sliver of glass off his shoulder. “Watch it, bro. You don’t need to take out your anger on us. Marcello won the game. Just let it go already.”

“Fuck off, Cormac.”

“She better not leave because of this,” Sonny shot back. “You keep fucking shit up with Alex.”

I leveled him with a glare. “Do you want to die tonight, motherfucker? Because I’m in the killing mood.”

“He’s right,” Bastian added. “If Alex runs again, we can’t induct any new members. We need her.”

The Knights had already bled for Alex and would give their lives for their queen. Even her brother had committed heinous acts for her.

“You waited seven years to fuck her?” Cole Marshall asked me with laughter in his tone.

I gritted my teeth. “Does it fucking matter, dickhead?”

Cole smirked, shoving a hand through his dark hair. “I would have locked that shit down in minutes.”

“The fuck you would have,” I shouted. “Listen to you, young buck. Do you even have hair on your balls yet? You wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like Alex.”

Everyone laughed at Cole.

Fuck him.

“Just sayin’,” Cole muttered. “Seven years. Damn.”

“Not like it’s any of your business,” I snapped, “but we had a deal. Rules. You can’t pay for pussy that good. She was worth the wait.”

“And Cello’s getting it for free,” someone mumbled.

Sonny. He had a nickname for everyone.

Another person snickered. “Lucky bastard.”

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