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I laugh lightly at that, tilting my head to speak over his lips. “You punch me all the time.”

“But you’re mine,” he informs me, wrapping his hand around my throat to keep me still. “I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

I smirk and he smirks back, leaning in further to take my mouth with his.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

I sigh heavily and look at Zane, rolling my eyes when he stares at me with his head cocked to the side and his knife in his hand. He points it at Wren and raises a cocky ass brow, laughing at me when I say nothing.

“Dude, are you crazy? He’s gonna kill you.”

My chest tightens with dread and Wren tenses against me, probably thinking he’s talking about my dad.

He’s not talking about my dad.

Zane grins like he’s enjoying himself and backs away from us, sliding his knife back into the pocket of his hoodie. “Let’s go, boys.”

“Um.. hello,” Demi throws her hands out, narrowing her eyes on the side of his face when she’s ignored. “You said you were gonna kill them.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Cause’ my cousin’s got a boyfriend and I wanna see how it all plays out,” he says simply, sliding his eyes over the six of us while Demi and his boys fall in line beside him. “Bring me that tape by this time tomorrow or I’ll kill you all.”

I scrub a hand over my mouth and he winks at me, laughing again when he catches the tick in my jaw.

Fuck, I hate him.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Levi

Wren sits me down on the hood of his car and moves in to stand between my legs, gently tipping my head back to clean the blood from my face with the vodka he bought just now. We’re parked across the street from some gas station a couple miles from the highway, cleaning ourselves up out here because we can’t go back to the Palace covered in blood without raising questions we can’t answer.

I’m tired as shit and my head’s still throbbing like a motherfucker, and Freya’s not helping considering she won’t stop fucking crying.

“I’m sorry!” she cries again, screaming when Callie wraps her hand around her neck to shove her head back against the side of Damon’s car.

“You’re sorry?” she laughs, squeezing her throat to get in her face. “You almost got us all killed just now and you’re fucking sorry?”

“Callie, stop,” she chokes, desperately digging her nails into her wrist. “I can’t breathe.”

“Breathing’s the least of your fuckin’ problems right now, you stupid little girl,” she grits out, not letting up despite the fact Freya’s quickly turning blue. “I’m gonna ask you one more time and it better be the last fuckin’ time. Why did you go to see Katherine?”

“She called me a couple weeks ago after word got out about me and Wren getting engaged,” she rasps, still struggling against Callie’s hold. “She said she wanted me to go visit her and I told her to stop calling me and leave me alone, but then I couldn’t keep Wren away from Levi and I was desperate.”

“Desperate for what?”

She keeps her mouth shut and Callie glares, slamming her head back against the glass.

“I needed to get pregnant!” she rushes out, squeezing her eyes shut when Wren turns his head to look at her.

“You what?”

“It was the only thing I could think of to keep you,” she whispers, so quiet I can barely hear her. “Katherine said if I told her the truth about me and you and everything that was going on out here, she’d get me this drug that would make you hot for me, flunazepam or something like tha–”

“Flunitrazepam,” Callie cuts her off, pulling her gun out to point it at Freya’s temple. “That’s fucking Rohypnol, you dumb bitch. You were gonna rape him to get his kid inside you? What the fuck is the matter with you?!”

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