Page 204 of Hymns of the Broken
I raise an eyebrow. “What?”
“A desk or something solid. So we can fuckheron top of it; make sure Blake gets a front-row seat to everything we do to her.”
I let out a dark laugh, tension bleeding into anticipation. “Bethe’dlove that. Too bad for him, that’ll be the closest he ever gets to her again.”
Riot shrugs, mouth curving into a filthy smirk. “If he looks away or tries not to watch her, I swear to God, I’ll cut out his fucking eyes.”
My grin matches his, sharp and mean. “Murderous, are we?” I pause, thinking about how I’d love nothing more than to slit his fucking wrists and watch him bleed out. “We’ll get a desk.”
He looksalmost giddy. “Yes! I wantherbent over it. Screaming in his face for us.”
The vision alone is enough to make my dick hard.
“We’ll make sure he knows exactly what he missed out on.”
***
We find Ash and Jace out in the garage, Ash is half-under the hood of Silas’s car and Jace pretending to be busy with a toolbox. Riot doesn’t even bother with small talk.
“Yo, we need a desk for the basement,” he says, eyes already scanning the cluttered space.
Ash slides out, grease on his hands. “A desk? What for?” His smirk says he already knows.
Jace whistles low. “Not the one with the broken leg, right? You want something sturdy.”
Riot grins. “Yeah, sturdy’s good. It’s gotta hold Sawyer and possibly both of us. Preferably at the same time.”
“Damn,” Ash snorts, “not even subtle about it. Should I clear space for an audience while I’m at it?”
I shoot them a look, but I’m grinning. “Just help us get it down to the basement. Don’t ask questions you already know the answer to.”
“Hey, I’m just here for the entertainment.” Ash says as he wiggles his eyebrows.
***
Jace shoulders the desk, following Riot as we haul it toward the stairs. “Tell Sawyer she owes me a beer after this bullshit.”
Riot laughs. “You’ll hear her before you see her, trust me.”
By the time we wrestle the desk down the basement steps, Ash and Jace are still cracking jokes—but they both look a little envious.
And me? I’m already picturing Sawyer bent over that desk, screaming our names while Blake watches—realizing he could never be what she needs.
Blake doesn’t say anything to us the entire time were moving the desk into the basement. It’s for the best honestly, especially since I need him to be able to focus later. If I hit him now it’ll make that more difficult and I don’t want him to miss a single thing.
We’re coming back up the basement stairs, Ash and Jace still behind us making snarky comments. We barely make it into the hallway before Silas rounds the corner, coffee mug in hand and suspicion written all over his face.
He looks at the four of us, then at the now-dusty streaks on our clothes. “What in the actual hell are you idiots up to now?” Silas drawls, like he already knows he’s not gonna like the answer.
Ash grins, all innocent. “Just a little home improvement, Si. The basement was feeling empty.”
Jace chimes in, not missing a beat. “Yeah, figured we’d give our guest the five-star treatment.”
Silas narrows his eyes, gaze flicking from one face to another, landing on me last. “You got that look, Jas. The one you get before things get broken or you end up calling me from jail.”
I clap Silas on the shoulder as we walk past. “Don’t worry, Si. Just redecorating. Pretty soon, the basement’s gonna be the hottest club in town.”
Silas groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If you two drag me into some fifty shades of felony shit, I swear to God—”
