Fury explodes from him and he fucking shoves me.
Me!
“Go to hell, Dragon. You’re not my boss.”
My dick twitches at the thought of teaching him a fucking lesson or two.
“You’ll do as I say, Baby Prospect, because you have to. Let’s go.”
“And if I don’t?” he challenges, glowering up at me. “What then? Gonna tell Daddy?”
I grab him by his cut, hauling him closer. “Refer to Prez as Daddy again and he’ll whip your little ass.” I smirk. “Or maybe he’ll let me do that job. We both know I can overpower you.”
It’s a low blow.
Reminding him of that day I was ordered to fuck and kill him.
And, as predicted, the fire is squelched, and he withers in front of me. I should feel like a dick, but it solved the problem of him and Nick talking. That fucker disappeared seconds after I arrived.
“Let me go,” Cove chokes out, not meeting my stare.
“Never going to happen.”
His brows furl together and fiery eyes are back on mine. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I made a promise to your sister.” I flash him an evil grin. “It means you belong to me now, Robin.”
“I’ll never belong to you or anyone,” he snarls, successfully wrenching himself from my grip. “Jesus, you’re such a cockblock. I’d like to lose my virginity sometime this century and of my own free will, asshole.”
I stare after him as he storms off, trembling with anger.
A cockblock?
His virginity?
I knew Night Giant forced him to suck cock on his first and only video, but it still shocks me he managed to make it out of there without worse shit happening. Violent, horrible rape from that sonofabitch. Add in the fact Baby Prospect is like nineteen or some shit, it’s shocking to hear he’s still a virgin. Unimaginable, in fact.
My eyes home back in on Nick, who watches Cove like he’s a little piece of virgin ass he can’t wait to tap.
Hell no.
“You have murder in your eyes,” Katana says, appearing beside me. “Who are we killing today?”
I let out a dark chuckle. “Baby Prospect’s sex life, apparently.”
“I didn’t know he was gay.”
“And I didn’t know he was a virgin,” I mutter. “You know what they say about virgins?”
“I don’t think I want to know.”
Ignoring my best friend, I continue, “They’re meant to be sacrificed to the devil.”
“I don’t think that’s a saying, man.”
“It is now.” I wink at him and punch his arm. “Come on, we have devil’s work to do.”
Cove
Three months later…
Don’t text him. Don’t text him. Don’t text him.
Me: Want to meet at our spot?
He doesn’t respond right away, which annoys me considering I can see he read the message. It wasn’t always like this. In the beginning, he texted and called all the time. When fifteen minutes go by without a response, I get pissed off.
Me: Or not.
Again, he reads it but doesn’t respond.
Asshole.
Finally, the dots move as he types something out. I chew on my middle fingernail, nerves getting the best of me. It’s not like I’m in love or anything. I just really need the escape he offers.
Nick: I can’t.
Me: Later?
Nick: Never.
My stomach twists at his words. Since when? Nick and I have been fucking around for months, ever since my sister’s wedding back in June. We meet up mostly by the lake at a secluded park and give each other head. It works out for us.
Me: Shut up. Meet me at our spot tonight.
Nick: No.
The dots move and stop several times before another text comes through.
Nick: I’m getting back with my wife so all this has to stop if I want things to work out between us.
His wife?
What the fuck?
Me: Are you serious right now? Wife???
Nick: I should have told you. I know this.
Me: FUCK OFF.
I slam my phone down, anger pulsing through my veins. It was a bad idea to get involved with Nick. I knew it, but mostly, I wanted to prove to Dragon he didn’t get to run my life and I could see whoever I wanted.
Thinking about Dragon sours my mood even more.
He’s a stalker. Ridiculously hot but psychotic stalker.
As if summoned by my thoughts alone, I sense him enter the clubhouse. Every muscle in my body tightens and I have to try desperately not to straighten my spine. Whenever I see him, I’m filled with disgust.
He would have raped and killed me.
When we were trapped in that creepy-ass perv land, the Night Giant freak ordered him to do just that. And like a trained dog, Dragon was ready. Had my sister not gone batshit crazy and taken my place, I wouldn’t be here right now. I owe Stormy for her quick thinking, but it makes me feel like less than a man for not being able to protect her or myself.
I should have gone back to Arkansas after all that crap went down.