I shake my head. “No. No one fucks her. Just make her life hell.”
They all look at me with furrowed fucking brows.
“So we mess with her and make her cry?” Zane asks.
“Points if you make her cry, angry, or compliant. Bonus points if you can get her to quit,” I say, ignoring the tightness in my chest as the darker thoughts creep in. What if she breaks down and tries to off herself again? What are the bonus points for that?
Carter scoffs. “I’d rather just fuck her.”
“Whoever wins can fuck her,” I state, just to get Carter to shut up. He’s never going to win. I clench my jaw, burying any fucking feelings of pity I have for the bitch. She left me. Time to throw her to the wolves.
“What about sucking dick?”
“That’ll make her cry,” laughs Zane.
Carter scowls. “Shut the fuck up.”
The thought of my Bella wrapping her lips around Carter’s limp dick has my blood boiling. I don’t show it. The smile on my face makes sure of that. “No one touches her until after the game has ended.”
Carter snorts. “Fucking lame, mate. You fingered her the other day.”
“Touch her before it’s over, and I’ll sever more than your fingers, got it?”
Zane shrugs. “Works for me. More than enough mature pussy to go around.”
“The usual time limit?” Norton asks, writing it all down in his neat handwriting, so everything is kosher when it comes to payment.
I nod. One term is all I need. That said, I’m not going to rush into this. She’s waiting for me to chase her again. Like fuck, I’m doing that. It’s time to wait. Let the others soften her up. Get her ready for me. By the end of the week, the whole school will know who we’re hunting and join in, even if they’re not in play for the prize. And by the end of the term, she’ll be desperate. She’ll practically beg for my help.
She won’t run away this time. Escaping me a second time is too good for her. She wanted this job. She needs this job if her dire finances from all the shit I dug up on her are anything to go by. I’m going to make Arabella’s dream job hell on fucking earth. And that’s when I’ll break her. Make her mine.
“This is going to be fun,” Zane chuckles.
I bare my teeth, grinning back.
“Open season’s on, mate,” says Carter.
I can’t fucking wait.