Page 28 of Wicked Games

“Not too much longer,” William assures her.

“That’s what you said a few weeks ago.” The pout in her voice is as familiar as it is grating. So is how she adds extra syllables to her words in a way that reminds me of a toddler whining about not getting their way.

“I know, baby. But it’ll be worth it. I promise,” he coos at her. “You know I’d do anything for you, right?”

She huffs out a “whatever” sound that I’m also very familiar with.

“Come on, babe,” he says, still cooing at her like she’s a puppy he’s trying to coerce to accept some pets. “We just need to stick to the plan, and all this will be worth it.”

Carefully, I pull a large text off the shelf separating us to give myself a line of sight so I can see and not just hear them.

The room is dark, but not so dark that I can’t make out how he has his arms wrapped around her and is kissing her neck while she clings to him like the gold-digging whore she is. She lets out a little sigh and wiggles against him. He grabs her ass and squeezes hard.

I lift my phone and turn on the night vision setting on my camera. Time to get the proof I need, then get the fuck out of here before I commit a double homicide.

“What have you found out?” she asks, still rubbing against him like a cat in heat. “Anything new?”

“Not really. K and the boys have closed ranks around him,” he says against her neck.

Who are they talking about? I assume K and the boys are me and the twins, but who have we closed ranks around?

“He’s so annoying,” she says, not bothering to whisper anymore. “And such a drama queen.”

I have to bite back my snort of laughter. Natalie calling anyone a drama queen is one of the most ironic things I’ve heardin a while. The girl is drama personified, and there’s nothing she hates more than not being the center of attention.

“Yeah,” William agrees distractedly, still kissing her neck and groping her ass. “But we don’t need to talk about him right now.”

She huffs out a disgruntled sound but closes her eyes and tilts her head to the side, opening her neck up to him even more. “Don’t leave a mark,” she warns.

“I won’t,” he assures her.

I keep my camera on them as she finally shuts up and stands there passively so he can pull her top aside and drop some wet, slobbery kisses on her exposed cleavage. Natalie has an incredible rack, but does William know what her tits looked like before the boob job? Or her face before the multiple procedures, monthly treatments, and quarterly maintenance injections she religiously gets?

I keep filming as she fumbles with his pants and hastily pulls his dick out. They paw at each other for a few minutes, then he turns her around and bends her over.

I stop recording and tuck my phone away. I don’t need a camera roll full of footage of William’s bare ass as he plows my ex-girlfriend.

Moving as carefully as possible, I replace the book I moved aside, then head back the way I came. Their soft moans and grunts follow me until I’m through the door and back in the maze of hallways.

“You good?” Jace asks.

“No.”

“Want me to flip the lights on and scare the fuck out of them? Or I could set off the fire alarm. The exit doors lock from the outside, just saying.”

“Tempting, but no.” I hurry down one of the hallways, my footsteps loud and echoing in the enclosed space. “We’ll deal with this another way.”

“Roger that.” He snaps his gum again. “Want Jax to meet you at the gym?”

Usually, taking my anger out on the house gym equipment is the best way to deal with it, but I’m not in the right headspace to be around people. One wrong look or misunderstood comment, and it’ll take more than Jax and his grappling skills to stop me from tearing apart the first guy who pisses me off, accident or not.

I might be impulsive, but I’m not stupid. Starting fights with house members won’t help anything. I just need a few hours alone to process everything and work out a plan for taking both of them down.

They want to play hardball? Then game fucking on.

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