Page 289 of Boys Who Taint

“Whoooo!” Heath begins to clap, breaking the spell.

“I can’t believe this,” Cecelia mutters.

“I can. She’s been talking about them nonstop,” Ivy says with a smug smile.

“You knew?” Silas narrows his eyes at her.

“Well, I didn’t literally think she’d actually fuck with them,” Ivy replies.

“My sister with a Torres?” Silas growls. “Fuck all the way off.”

“You interfere, and I will rip you apart from mouth to asshole,” Apollo growls at him.

“Try me,” Silas spits back.

“Enough,” Felix growls, pulling his son back to him.

Her mom slowly lowers her gun, her lip quivering. “They’re … in love …” she mutters like she still can’t believe what she’s hearing.

“But I thought you were into Grey and Apollo?” Xavier asks, confused.

Aspen takes her lips off mine and looks at him. “I still am.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense,” Max mutters, pointing around until the penny finally drops. “Unless you’re in a foursome.”

“Oh my God,” Sunny says, snorting. “Levi, you absolute filthy bastard.”

“Hey, I was the one who suggested it,” Apollo says with a smug grin on his face.

Grey looks at him in a funny, distasteful manner, and Apollo drags him into a half hug, rubbing his head until his white hair is all messed up.

“Hey! Watch it!” Grey growls.

But it only makes Apollo laugh. “That’s my good boy.”

“Wow, you are just like us,” Heath muses as he throws his arm around Max. “Would you look at that.”

“So you … you actually love her?” my mom asks, narrowing her eyes. “You’re not being forced?”

I chuckle, but it hurts so badly I groan right after. “Yes.”

“But he killed my sister,” Silas growls.

“It was an accident!” Aspen retorts, equally stubborn.

Silas grinds his teeth. “Then who the fuck do I get to punish for her death?”

“No one,” his dad says, clutching his shoulder.

“She’s dead,” Silas mutters. “Mave is dead …”

His dad pulls him in for a hug with bloodied hands, and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen either of them express any emotion otherthan hatred and rage. His remaining knife drops to the ground, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.

Is it over?

“God, he looks horrible,” my dad murmurs as he gets closer, tears welling up in his eyes. “I knew this would happen. I fucking knew they’d try to kill you.”

“It’s not their fault,” I mutter.

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