Page 17 of Dead Woman Walking

I nod and swallow the tears. My eyes flicker to West, who now has two long machete blades pointed at him, each by Jason and Ghostface.

“What thefuckis this?” West snaps.

“Judgment day, fucker,” Jason growls, sliding the mask off his face. My heart throbs against my chest. His hair is freshly done—by me—cut on the sides, leaving the wild jet-black top long. Piercings cover his face and ears, dark black eyes locked on the predator before him, sharp jaw tight. I hate that look, and I am glad I’m not on the other end of it.

“What?Whoare you?”

“Be a dear, Goddess,” Ghostface starts, pulling off his mask. I know he is talking to me without him even having to look at me.My Ghostface.His thick hair is long, but not as long as his brother’s though. The small corners before his ears are designed and shaved down. He is a bit shorter than Jason, but just as strong and wide. “Grab my zip ties from my pocket.”

I nod, realizing I am shaking against Brahms.

“You did so good today, love,” Brahms coos as he helps me to my feet. My eyes look up at him, and slowly, I pull off his mask, finally seeing my third. He looks like the spitting image of his older brother, Ghostface. But he is lankier and taller, and not as rough around the edges. His jet-black hair is down, which is my favorite. “Go ahead.”

I move to Ghostface, reaching into his jeans and pulling them out. He takes them without looking at me.

“Ready?” he asks.

Jason nods, eyes locked on West.

Ghostface moves, grabbing one of West’s wrists. West starts to struggle against him, earning a swift punch to the face.

“Sadly, I would say stay still, and we won’t hurt you too much,” Jason says, an evil smirk on his full lips.I crave the safety and taste of his lips.“But you touched our girl, and you’re going to feeleverythingtonight.”

“Get the others.” Ghostface gets West down onto his stomach, kneeling on him as he double zip ties his hands and legs.

“You have them already?” I question.

“Of course.” Ghostface smiles at me. He takes the knife from Jason and puts it on West’s spine.

“T-this is a misunderstanding. I don’t know what’s going on. She offered sex,” West blubbers.

Ghost snorts. “She just looked at you.”

“Look at her! Dressed like a fucking whore! She deserved it!” He snaps, eyes pinned on me. “She shouldn’t have looked my way!”

Crack!

Something on West’s face cracks under the pressure of my Ghostface’s boot. “Look at you! Face so fucking kickable.Youdeserve it.”

Brahms and Jason come back with the other two guys from the bathroom and maze—Oliver and Gray, both beaten and bloody and missingstuff.

“What did you do?” My brows pull.

Jason smirks and pushes Oliver to the ground, who cries in pain. “He kissed you and touched you… so he lost his lips and hands.”

And just as he said, Oliver’s lips are cut off, blood dripping down his chin, and there is no use for zip ties because his hands are nubs right at the wrist.

“He,” Brahms smirks. “Couldn’t shut the fuck up and showed his tiny dick, so he doesn’t have hands, tongue,ora dick.”

I smile as he throws Gray down on the hay between his brother and the other.

Then Ghostface throws West down, all eyes on us and all of them trembling with fear.Like I had.

I feel the power they must have felt just by towering over them. It is addicting, and there is electricity in the air. Moving forward, Ghostface hands me the knife as I stand before all three.

“Do you remember me?” I ask finally, my body running numb again. All the fear I felt was now gone. I know my masked men would die to protect me.

All three guys just shook in fear silently. “Maybe you should think harder. Four years ago, a quiet, shy, timid girl… the girl got drugged at the first party of freshman year in college?” I point at Gray with the blade.

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