Page 230 of Boys Who Taint

“Hold your fucking horses,” Apollo says, gripping my arm tightly.

“Get your fucking hands off me!” I growl back, stepping away from him.

Right then, Levi jumps me and pummels me to the ground, knocking the gun from my hand.

“Fuck!”Punch. “You!”Punch. “For.”Punch. “Ruining.”Punch. “Everything!”

“Stop!” Aspen shrieks from the sidelines.

But I’m far too busy rolling around on the sand with Levi to try to avoid his punches. The fucker’s hits are aimless, but when they hit they hurt, so I kick him in the nuts to take him down a notch.

“You should’ve fucking killed yourself when you had the chance!” I scream at him, punching him in the gut after.

“You two are done for.” Apollo grabs me by the collar and tears me off him with just a single grip.

“Let me fucking go!”

I wriggle free and focus on finding the gun.

Levi scrambles off the ground and immediately tackles me down again right before I reach it.

“Didn’t you two fucking hear her?” Apollo growls.

Aspen frees herself from the shirt tightly wrapped around her wrists and rushes to us, still naked. “Stop it!”

But I’m far too busy dealing with these fuckers. Apollo grabs me mid-swing, so I punch him instead, angered he’d try to stop me.

“You motherfuckers,” I growl.

Levi attempts to punch me, but accidentally hits Apollo instead, and Apollo loses his shit.

“Fuck that.”

PUNCH!

A fist is thrown right at his nose, blood spraying everywhere.

Apollo snorts. “You asked for it.”

“Come at me, then!”

I jerk loose by kicking Apollo in the nuts and throw myself at Levi. Apollo’s right on top of me, punching away at my back until I yield, and he drags me away from Levi.

“Fuck it, you want me to make it hurt? You got it,” Levi growls, throwing punches at us both, and then he pulls out a knife.

“Whoa.” Apollo barely manages to avoid a slice to the abdomen.

Levi tries to knife me, but Apollo grabs him and wraps his arms around his neck, putting him in a chokehold.

“F-fuck!” Levi grits as he struggles to breathe.

I snatch the knife out of Levi’s hand and slice open his chest, his groans like music to my ears. But when I aim for a thrust straight to the heart, the knife is suddenly knocked from my hand by a stray bullet.

Aspen has stolen my gun and has pointed it right at us.

“Stop. Stop it. All of you!”

She keeps alternating her aim between the three of us, and I can’t even tell anymore who she’s mad at … or who she wants to kill.

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