Deviant (Boys of Winter 3)

I push past King, slamming my hand into Sara’s shoulder and throwing her back against my bed. She stumbles, falling back as the blanket tears away from her body. Her leg hits the back of my bed and she only just manages to stay on her feet. “Why? Hoping for the chance to get me alone? You already did that, but leaving me there alive was a mistake. You should have killed me when you had the chance.”

“I’ll get my chance,” she promises, “But not before I humiliate you just like you humiliated me.”

“You’re fucking insane,” I tell her, shocked that not a single one of us caught onto just how fucking unhinged she really is.

I gape at her, and just before I go to tell her for the millionth time how fucking crazy she is, Grayson walks past my bedroom door and quickly backtracks to shove his head right through it. “Oh, whoa,” he laughs, stepping through the doorway to join the party. “No one told me we were roasting bitches today.”

Grayson’s easy comment has something settling within me, and I take a breath before calming myself and looking back at Sara. She stays still, the bed behind her making it impossible for her to back up any further, but seeing that my control is slipping, her survival instinct starts kicking in. “Let me go and I won’t show anyone the footage of what happened in that closet.”

Grayson laughs behind me. “Holy fuck. I’ve been missing out,” he says before focusing his attention on the guys. “Please, for the love of all that’s sweet in the world, tell me she was fucking herself on Ellie’s bed.”

No one says a thing, but one of the boys, probably Cruz, must have silently nodded as Grayson’s laugh only gets louder, but I tune it out, keeping my focus on the crazy bitch standing before me.

I get nice and close, my body pressing right up against Sara’s as a sinister smile twists across my face, showing her just how fucking crazy I can be. “I hope you’ve said all your goodbyes,” I tell her. “Because you’re done.”

Without another word to Sara, I turn and face Carver knowing that out of the four guys, he’s the one who knows exactly what I want done and how I want it done. He doesn’t say a single word, just nods and not a second later, Grayson and Carver step around me.

She instantly starts screaming, fearing for her life, and the sound is like music to my ears. I don’t doubt that she thinks she’s about to die. That’s what I want her to think. I want her shitty little life to flash before her eyes, for her to think she's never going to see her family again or get the chance to accomplish anything she's dreamed of. I want her to know the kind of fear that I fall asleep with every fucking night because of people like her. I want her to be terrified and regret all the fucked-up decisions she’s made, but where she’s going, all she’s going to have is time to think about those regrets. Besides, she’ll be around her kind of people. She should feel right at home in that straight jacket, the white clinical rooms, and group meetings to remind her that she’s fucked in the head.

Ease settles through me, knowing that I made the right call. I could have so easily had her life ended right here in my bedroom, but I like to think that I’ve grown. If I kill every asshole who steps against me, it’d be a lonely world.

I walk out of my bedroom and across the hall to Carver’s room, silently closing the door behind me, knowing this is the one room where I won’t be disturbed.

I crash down into Carver’s bed, groaning as the pain tears through my abdomen. Sure, what's another two weeks of bed rest while the whole world plots against me? Sounds great.

The exhaustion crashes through me, and the second my head hits the pillow, I breathe in Carver’s delicious scent. As I think of all the ways that Sara Benson and Michael Harding can go fuck themselves, a deep sleep finally claims me. By the time I wake, I know Sara will be gone, and my life will be that much easier.

CHAPTER 23

It’s well past six in the evening when I wake to find my ass back in my own damn room. A bottle of water and painkillers are on my bedside table next to a plate filled with chicken schnitzel, fries, and gravy waiting for me to annihilate.

My stomach grumbles, but as I sit up and start to feel nauseous from the pain, I realize that the bed I’ve been sleeping in is no longer my own. I let out a heavy sigh. The boys got me a new bed though that doesn’t change the fact that this room is now tainted with Sara and her naked pussy. I bet she rubbed that shit over every single one of my belongings. Ugh, I can’t be in here.