Chapter 32 #2
I look around, but I can’t see any of them.
Letting out an annoyed huff, I spin around and find the dessert table. “Stupid boys and their stupid games.” I grab a mini cupcake and shove it into my mouth.
“Who do we have here?” a male voice has me looking up.
He’s tall with blond hair and bright blue eyes. He is not one of my men. Nor anyone I know.
“Hello,” I greet him, even though there’s not an ounce of interest in talking to him longer.
I look away, searching for the guys, and that's when I see Jasper watching me. He’s across the room, standing with a group of people.
His eyes laser in on me, and I feel my heart flutter.
“Do you have a name?” he asks with a soft chuckle.
“I do,” I answer him, not looking away from Jasper.
“And what do I have to do to get it?” I can feel him move in closer to me now, making my body go stiff.
“If you want to keep your life, I’d advise you to step away.” I turn to look at him.
He grins down at me, letting out a chuckle. “I’m not scared of any of these men in here, baby girl.” He goes to touch me, but I grab his wrist.
“I’m not your baby girl.” I glare up at him. “And it’s not the men you need to fear.”
He raises a brow, amused with me. “Oh, yeah?” He grins. “Who should I be afraid of then? You?”
“Yes.” Jasper's voice sends tingles down my spine.
The man looks toward Jasper and steps away. “Sorry,” he mutters, turning around and leaving.
“You’re going to kill him, aren't you?” I can’t help but grin up at him.
Jasper looks down at me, the scowl on his face making him so damn sexy. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he teases, stepping closer.
I bite my lip and nod. “Yes, has me wet just thinking about it.”
He growls, making my nipples pebble against the fabric of my dress.
“You really are a fucking dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
“I thought we already established that.” I shrug.
“You think you can talk to other guys?” he growls.
“He talked to me first,” I point out. “And what's the big deal? You three have been ignoring me for weeks.”
“We’ve been cleaning up your mess,” he growls, getting in my face. “You think you can go around and kill people with no repercussions? Life doesn’t work that way. You’ve created a big mess, Nola. And now you need to be punished for it.”
Sucking in a breath, I bite the inside of my cheek as anticipation bubbles up inside me. I clench my thighs together, waiting to see what he says next.
“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbles lowly. “I can practically smell your cunt dripping. You’re so fucked in the head.”
“So are you,” I argue breathlessly.
“Yes. We are.” He grins. And that catches me off guard. I can count the number of times I’ve seen Jasper smile on one hand. “And you’re about to be reminded about just how fucked up we are.”
He grabs my wrist and yanks it to him. Opening my fist, he places a piece of paper in the middle of my palm before closing my fingers around it. “Do as you're told. Do you understand?”
I nod my head, even though I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Good girl.” He takes a step back as I melt at his praise. “Enjoy your night, Nola,” he says before turning around and walking away.
Quickly, I unfold the piece of paper and read what it says.
At exactly one am, be at the front entrance of St. Louis Cemetery No. 3. Come dressed in a white night gown and nothing else.
A white night gown? How the hell am I going to do that? Do I have to go home and grab one? Are they going to provide me with one?
Looking up from the letter, I search the room for them, but can’t see them anywhere.
“You okay?”
I turn around to find Callie and Garrett.
“I think so?” I tell her, holding out the note. “Jasper gave me this, then dipped.”
Callie reads it over and smiles. “Kinky.”
I huff out a laugh. “I guess. But where the hell do I get the white night gown?”
“That would come from me.” Garrett grins. “I’ll give it to you when the time is right. For now, we party.”
Garrett grabs Callie’s and my hand, pulling us out onto the dance floor.
Laughing, we form a circle. A string quartet version of “Cheap Thrills” by Sia starts to play.
I grab Callie’s hands, and we start dancing, dramatically doing random waltzes, laughing as we go.
Garrett leaves and comes back with drinks for us. We have a few sips before going back to dancing. We trade off throughout the night; Garrett with Callie, Garrett with me, Callie and me. A few songs in, I can already feel the alcohol hitting my system.
I’m a laughing, smiling mess, and I don’t care. I feel alive, excited for what's going to come next.
I know we need to sit down and talk about all of this, but not before these three give me another night I won’t forget.
I have no clue what they have in store for me, but I want to find out.
“Mind if we interrupt?” Sylas asks, not waiting for his sister’s answer as he spins me out of her grasp.
“Hi.” I grin up at him, a giddy feeling filling me.
“Hi, Lola Girl,” he chuckles, spinning me around before gathering me in his arms. I feel the other two pressing in around me, boxing me in. “Are you having fun?”
Biting my lip, I nod my head.
“Good.” Wesley’s fingers graze my cheek, making me shiver. “Smile while you can, Little Rabbit,” he whispers in my ear.
“Because soon, all we’re going to hear are your cries begging for our mercy,” Jasper growls low in my other ear.
I suck in a shuddering breath as Sylas pulls me away. I laugh as he spins me around, the smile on his face adding to my good mood.
We dance for a little bit before Wesley steals me away.
“He has moves.” I wiggle my brows, giggling as we tango.
“Some.” He winks, spinning me around a few times before handing me off to Jasper.
My head feels fuzzy, and I’m a little dizzy, but I’m loving every moment of this.
“Are you ready?” Jasper asks as he starts to dance with me, his hand on my lower back, gripping the fabric of my dress.
“Yes,” I breathe out, wanting to lean up on my tiptoes and suck his lip ring into my mouth.
“You can still run,” Jasper offers. “I’m giving you an out, Lola. And if you were smart, you’d take it.”
“I don’t want an out.” I shake my head. “Why can’t you see that I want this, Jasper? I want you, I want them.”
“We’re no good for you,” he growls, his hold on me growing more possessive and making my clit tingle.
“And you think I’m any better?” I ask. “I don’t want good, Jasper. I don’t want anything but the three of you. It doesn’t matter what's lurking in the shadows.”
“We’re broken men who will never be fixed.” His eyes flick behind mine.
“Who said I wanted to fix you?” I ask him. “I want you, Jasper, jagged pieces and all.”
“We’ll cut you, make you bleed.” His nostrils flare. It’s like he’s trying to convince himself, not me. I want him to see that I really don’t care. He’s not going to scare me off.
“Then it’s a good thing I love the color red.” I shrug.
“You’re fucking crazy,” he huffs low, sounding frustrated.
“So I’ve been told.” I smile.
“You’re a stubborn, bratty, reckless woman,” he adds.
“Maybe,” I tell him. “But it’s who I am. I’m not going to change for anyone, so why should you?”
His eyes flick between mine before he lets out a feral growl.
His lips crash down to mine, hungry and fierce.
I whimper, reaching out to grasp his suit jacket. Curling my fingers into the fabric, I part my lips, letting his tongue slip in and over mine. He kisses me like he hates to love me, all teeth and tongue.
My head spins, my core aches, and all too soon it’s over.
He rips his lips from mine, leaving me panting heavily.
“If you show up tonight, know that there’s no going back.
If you ever want an out, if you ever try to leave, we won’t let you.
I’ve held myself back for way too fucking long, and once I have you, I’m never letting go.
So make sure this is what you want; make sure you know what you’re getting yourself into before you show up. You’ve been warned.”
With that, he turns around and leaves. Wesley gives me a smirk, and Sylas winks before following after Jasper.
“Girl, even I creamed my panties a little bit. That man can kiss.” Callie steps up next to me, waving her hand in front of her face like she's cooling herself off.
“I can kiss better,” Garrett growls.
“I’m sure you can, big guy.” She pats his chest.
“Wanna find out?” He wiggles his brows.
“Not in your wildest dreams.”
The two of them stare at one another so intensely. I don’t know who they’re fooling, but it’s not me. They might not be together, but something is going on. And I bet Callie already knows what it’s like to kiss Garrett and wants more.
“What time is it?” I ask, interrupting them.
Garrett blinks before pulling out his phone. “Shit,” he hisses. “It’s twelve forty-five.”
“Fuck.” My eyes widen, fearing I might not make it there in time.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’ll drive you.”
We leave, heading outside to where Garrett parked his car down the street. He opens the trunk and hands me a white night gown. “Here.”
“Thanks. But where the hell am I going to change?” I ask, looking around.
“Uhh.” Garrett looks too. “I’ll turn around, and you just do it here.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, but I don’t argue, knowing I don’t have any time to waste.
Callie helps me out of my dress, and I quickly change. “Okay, I’m good.”
We fold up the dress and stick it in the trunk before getting in the car.
My bare foot bounces as the seconds tick by. The whole ride, I vibrate with nervous excitement, the anticipation killing me.
When we pull up to the cemetery, it’s two minutes to one.
“Have fun!” Callie sings songs.
“Good luck.” Garrett grins through the open window.
“Thanks.” I smooth my hands over the night gown. “Oh, wait!” I take off my earrings and necklace, giving them to Callie. “I don’t want to lose these.” They did say to wear this gown and nothing else.
The two of them drive off, and I spin around to look up at the sign.
Taking in a deep breath, I murmur to myself, “Now what?”