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And murder, but I leave that part out.
“Ishoulddate Sam.” If I fall in love with Sam, he and I win this stupid game, and we all walk away with our lives. I should be happy with that.
So why doesn’t it feel like it’s enough?
The ache in my chest grows when I think of all three men arguing over me. Who gets to kiss me. Who gets to fuck me. Who gets to kill me. A shiver rolls down my spine at how easily they turned on each other. Zane was the only one who didn’t seem to care, opting to walk away instead of argue. I haven’t figured him out yet, and I’m not sure if I ever will.
If he gets a chance, he might kill me before I have sex with anyone.
“I just don’t know what to do,” I say finally. “Someone’s going to get hurt no matter what.”
“This is your life, Mercy,” Lilith reminds me, turning on her side to meet my gaze. She taps my forehead. “You make the rules. So what if the other guys want something from you? What doyouwant?”
That’s the problem. I don’t think I can have everything I want without losing Sam.
“And,” she continues, “what are you willing to do to get it?”
Chapter 20
Zane
After what can only be describedas a dinner date from hell, where I not only gave into my baser instincts but watched the man I lo?—
Like.
Watched the man Ilikemake out with the girl who is insufferablyfrustrating, the only logical next step is to fuck off. I’d buy booze, but then I wouldn’t dare drive home. Sleeping on the beach sounds miserable.
But not as miserable as admitting that I’m jealous every time Kane touches Mercy.
Groaning, I lie back on the sand and blow cigarette smoke towards the stars. They twinkle overhead without a care in the world, mocking me for my problems. The older I get, the more I seem to have. Such bullshit.
My phone pings, and I’d ignore it if I weren’t so strung out for my best friend. Pinching my cigarette between my lips, I hold my phone over my face and squint at the screen.
KANE
Hey, check the cams
Sam’s gonna fuck her
If he can get it up
(Devil emoji)
Frowning, I close my messages and hold my thumb over the surveillance app. I don’t think I want to watch Mercy being dicked down, but part of me is curious. Another part knows that Kane is watching, and that’s enough for my cock to warm. Blowing out a breath, I tap the icon and stare at the video feed.
Mercy’s voice, breathless and begging, fills the air.
My dick stands at full attention. I don’t even turn down the volume; I turn that shitup, gluing my eyes to the screen as Sam and Mercy tangle in the bedsheets. Except neither of them are moving, and then I hear the softest, most broken whisper of my life.
“Don’t you love me?”
“Fuuuuck me,” I groan, raking my hand through my hair. Sam’s got it just as bad as me. Our situations suck. Although, being sweaty and naked with Kane would be leagues better than cold and alone on the beach in November. Even then, I don’t know if I could go through with it.
Judging by how hard Sam is clenching every single muscle in his body, he may have the same dilemma.
We don’t just want sex—we want love, too.
I see the truth clear as day, and my heart goes out to the man.
