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“Are you…” she trails off, but then her face turns smug before she continues. “Fuck, you’re lying because you think that you can trap him? You don’t really think that he would stay with you for the sake of a baby, do you? You silly, stupid whore.”

Barker smiles maliciously at Carson. “Is that so? Let me guess, it was all ‘Aidens’ idea?” he scoffs. Both women pale as he gestures for Harley to continue.

Cassandra has managed to pull herself up off of the floor, but blood is still pouring down her face. Harley throws her the box of tissues from my desk.

“Do not get blood on the fucking floor. It’s a bitch to clean up,” she smirks at Cassandra. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah, I remember now. You’re a dirty, lying slut who wanted to trap my gorgeous man over there, right?”

Carson furiously shakes her head. “N-n-no. Aiden said it would be the only way that we could guarantee getting rid of you.”

Harley laughs at her, a full-on belly laugh. “Oh, my fucking damn, you two really are thick, aren’t you? Fucking morons! I guess Aiden didn’t tell you everything then.” Without a clue about what she was about to do, Harley pulls a knife from her boot and slams it into Carson’s hand, effectively pinning her to my desk.

I have to adjust my dick and notice Barker doing the same. Damn, our girl is hot when she’s stabby.

“Baby, stop playing with them,” Barker playfully chastises her.

Harley nods her head. “I’m almost done,” she says as she calmly approaches Cassandra again. She grabs another fistful of her hair, which causes Cassandra to gasp at the unknown of what Harley is going to do next. Harley grabs the letter opener, which was sitting on top of my desk, and brings Cassandra’s head closer, yanking at it as she begins hacking it off. Harley’s movements are jerky because she has to use more force behind each swing due to the dull edge. Cass starts screaming as if the blade was penetrating her skin instead of shortening the dead hair follicles on her head. She’s crying with snot and spit flying everywhere as Carson shakes, still attached to my desk.

Harley triumphantly holds Cassandra’s hair in her hand before throwing it at me. She grabs Cass’s face by her chin, forcing her to face me too. They stand side by side, but they couldn’t be further apart. One is strong, beautiful, and resilient, while the other is a fake that couldn’t hack it in my world by my side. “Touch her again, and the next time we have aconversation, she’s dead,” she growls at me as she throws Cassandra towards me.

Harley’s actions just prove to me that she belongs at our side in this world. She had said she wanted to be the one to take revenge on these girls, but I honestly thought that was just a front; her acting tough in front of us.And, how wrong was I.Not only did she follow through, but she caught on to the fact that neither B nor I wanted these girls in our lives and inserted herself as our‘girlfriend’for us to use as a shield against them, even though she and I aren’t on the best of terms at the moment.

“And you, if you ever get within three feet of her, you won’t have a dick and balls to fuck with. That goes for you too,” she says, spinning to face Carson. “Come anywhere near Barker again, and you will suffer a fate much worse than death,” she glares her down, and Carson nods her head in understanding. “Good, they can leave now,” she states as she sashays her gorgeous arse out of my office, leaving Barker and me to deal with the clean-up.

ChapterSeventeen

HARLEY

Ileave Ric’s office, my body still filled with rage and a thirst for blood coursing through my veins. If I didn’t stop when I did, I was going to kill those girls, and that just isn’t me. I shoot back up the stairs and almost collide with Gryffin,

“Shit, Pixie. I didn’t see you,” he says, steadying me, so I don’t fall over. He takes one look at me, my face red and bloody with tears welling in my eyes, and asks, “Who am I killing?” His instant reaction makes me laugh. Instead of speaking, I just take him by the hand and pull him along the hall with me.

I lead him into my room and close the door behind us, flicking the lock into place. With everything going on, it’s about damn time that I showed these guys what they’ve come to mean to me. Initially, I hated them for taking me away from my daughter, but as the weeks have progressed, the more I began to fall in love with each of them.

Love... is that what this is, or is it technically lust?I have no idea, but whatever it is, I’m going with it. It’s a small comfort that I can get lost in while everything else in my life spirals out of control.

I lead him to my bed, pushing at him to lay back. Gryffin smirks at me from his spot on the mattress. “You’re wearing too many clothes for what I have planned,” I say, my voice low and husky, filled with need.

“Oh yeah? And what do you have in mind, Pixie?” he asks. Rather than tell him, I do what I’ve wanted to do since the day that I met him. I straddle his lap and grind my pussy down against his jean clad cock, deciding to take charge of this moment.

I smash my mouth to his, swiping my tongue across his lip, and beg for him to let me in to deepen our kiss. At first, he doesn’t respond; he just remains frozen beneath me. So, I nip at his bottom lip, and he lets me in. He doesn’t let me control the kiss, though. As soon as I slip my tongue into his mouth, he battles me for dominance.

He slips his tongue into my mouth, and slowly, torturously, he takes his time exploring me as we make-out. His fingers dance across my belly, sliding lower and lower until they reach the waistband of my leggings. He dips his fingers inside until his thumb is able to skate over my clit while his index and middle finger glide through my slickened folds. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, gorgeous unless you want the others to hear exactly what I'm doing to you.” He grins wickedly at me as he flips me over onto my back before he begins tugging my leggings and panties down my thighs. When they’re free, he throws them haphazardly over his shoulder. Slowly, he kisses his way up the inside of each of my legs, making sure he takes his time to draw out all the sensations he’s creating. He seems to be enjoying the moans and noisesthat I make, but they don’t spur him on enough to take the next step. I groan again in frustration as Gryffin slows his pace even more. He gives me little nips and licks in between kisses, leaving marks in his wake. Once he reaches my centre, he licks me from bottom to top before sucking my bundle of nerves into his mouth. I let out a moan, and he glides his thick finger through my folds again. He smears my excitement around, making everything extremely slippery. He pushes two fingers into my channel, and I immediately clench around them. Curling them up at just the right angle, he hits all the right spots to have me writhing around for a release.

“Cum for me, Pixie,” he demands as he picks up the pace with his fingers. His tongue only relents long enough for the words to fall from his lips before he continues his assault. There’s no way I can hold back any longer, so I listen to him. I come apart beneath him, black spots dancing behind my eyes as they roll back in my head with the force of my orgasm.

“Gryffin, I need you inside me, now. Don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg, still trying to catch my breath.

“As you wish, baby,” he says as he coats his shaft in my juices before he lines his cock up with my entrance. In one swift motion, he’s buried deep inside me. He lifts my hips slightly to give him a better angle to hit my sweet spot again. “One more, Pixie,” he groans as I feel his dick thicken. He captures my mouth with his just as I scream in pleasure, and he takes the opportunity to bring my legs up over his shoulders. The angle deepens his reach even more, and has another orgasm rising to the surface.

“Holy fuck,” I pant as he growls through his own release, cum spilling inside of me. I feel his arms shake, and he collapses down beside me.

“I hope that helped get rid of the anger that was bubbling,” Gryffin says as he kisses me, gently this time. I don’t answer him because as much as it did help, I still want to knock someone out. The door to my room busts open, shocking us both.I could’ve sworn I locked the door!

“You two done?” Dayton chuckles as he and Barker enter the room. I scramble to get beneath the sheet before I grab a pillow and throw it at them. Barker dodges it, crawling into the bed beside me.

“Next time, we want to join in,” Barker whispers in my ear as he snakes his arms around me, snuggling close. “I’m sorry, Little Brawler,” he says as he kisses me lightly. I nod my head and look across Gryffin to Dayton, who has taken up the spot at Gryffin’s back.

“Did you two want something?” I ask, but neither seems to be bothered by the fact that they are lying in the bed where their best friend just fucked the life out of me.

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