Page 45 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

I slam my hand on the steering wheel because I know I haven't treated her any better. I saw the look in her eye. I'm one of Them. Just another sick bastard using her, watching her like a creep in the diner. I'm not going to lie, what she said, it messed with my head and the way she talked to Garret fucked with my head even more. Serviced. That fucking word.

I'm at a red light and I'm still gripping the wheel. The sun is rising, blinding me with a stream of light. Placing my sunglasses on, I turn the wheel, put the car in gear and hear the tires squeal when they kiss the pavement followed by the engine roaring through the loud exhaust.

After the ten minute drive, I reach the bronze gate and it automatically opens because his parents are rarely home and the last four years all the Kenyan parties have been here like his own personal playground. Not giving a fuck that I'm going to be late to the office–– I'm never late, I open the front door, letting myself in the grandeur of the mansion, reminding me that vampires must live here because you never see people inside the house during the day.

I walk through the house like I own it, knowing the piece of shit must still be in bed, and take the stairs two at a time. I reach the landing and push the door open with a slam, causing Garret to bolt out of bed. His eyes widening like he just saw a ghost.

"What the fuck man! Really?" he says, sliding his hand over his face like that's going to make me disappear. "You scared the shit out of me?"

That's the idea.

"Why did you sleep with her!" I growl, walking over and grabbing him by the neck.

He holds his hands up in mock surrender and I look down, noticing he's naked and the fact that he does have a small dick winking at me. Pathetic.

I must sound like a crazy, deranged asshole, but I don't care. I'm going to dig out the truth and kill who ever fucks with me.

He blinks rapidly, probably trying to wrap his head around who I'm talking about, but he knows because he begins to shake like a dog when it does something bad and its master walks in.

"I–"

"Now is not the time to lie to me, Garret." I squeeze harder, causing him to turn red.

"Please." He struggles, but if I want to know, I can't kill him.

I release him, and he begins to cough in a fit. When he finally gets himself under control. I throw some shorts at him.

"Put those on. I can't take it anymore."

"Fuck you," he chokes out. He slides the shorts on and shakes his head. "I knew it. I saw the look in your eyes when Veronica said it, but it wasn't like that man. I'm in love with her." My fist flies, connecting with his left eye. The sting in my first two knuckles a welcome feeling, telling me it hurt him even worse.

"Ow, man! What the fuck!" he yells, placing a hand over his face and doubling over.

"Wrong fucking answer." I grip him by the hair, lifting his head and watching the swelling get worse around his eye. Good, I hope it hurts.

"Speak."

"M-my father arranged it. I had trouble getting girls in high school and after–" I glare, tightening my hold on his hair and causing him to gasp and close his eyes. "Please man. I didn't know you felt anything for her. I thought you hated her because she was trying to get you to marry her or some shit. Every girl wanted you. When I started Kenyan, I had trouble getting girls and Veronica knew. When I tried to go after Jess, Melissa stepped in because she has a thing for Prey because she likes women." He opens his eyes, and I release a bit of my hold, so he can talk. "I didn't hurt Veronica, but she made it seem that Jess was just Prey and we needed to fuck with her like we all do to Prey so she––" he looks away with a pained look in his expression, "I couldn't believe she wanted me like that. She's beautiful and I fell hard for her. My father laughed at me when I told him…I still don't know why she did it, but the next day, she made it known on campus that we slept together and then all the girls wanted me. I threw parties and it was like my flaws were suddenly overlooked, but I didn't want them. I wanted her. Reid and Valen thought I wanted Jess, but in the end, it wasn't her I wanted. Veronica made me feel like I was a man. When I told her how I felt, she didn’t laugh––" he looks up at me, scared that I'm going to go after his good eye, but he swallows–– "she said we could be friends and that was all. I never touched her after that and I am––"

"What?"

"I'm her friend and if she needs anything I would…do anything for her."

I smile manically. "How charming," I snarl and shove him on the bed.

"I'm sorry, man. I really am. I didn't know and she really isn't what people make her out to be, but I don't know why she doesn't change the way she acts or stop playing these games messing with people's heads."

I have an idea why. He doesn't know what she is to the Order. But I don't tell him that. I pin him with a hard stare before walking out of his room and growl. "Touch her again and I'll kill you."

I pull out my cell phone once I'm in the car and dial Portman.

"Sir?"

"I need you to pick up Miss Devlin at her home and take her to my office as scheduled. Please have her breakfast ready when she arrives in my office."

"Yes, sir."

"Tell her I will meet her there and to wait for me. Understood?"

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