Chapter 10 #3
My muscles stiffen, a wave of nausea rolling over me. I knew they slept around, but that's a lot. Too many. Way too much.
My heart starts to race, fists clenching as anger fills me.
I’m going to love ending every single fucking girl they touch. They are mine. Mine!
Jumping to my feet, I begin to pace. “I can do this,” I reassure myself. “It’s worth it. They’re going to be mine soon. I just have to wait a little bit longer. I have to prove myself.”
I could tell them how I feel, tell them they’re mine and that I don’t want them touching any other woman ever. But they would just laugh in my face, thinking I’m pathetic, some stupid girl with some silly little crush.
They see me as weak, and my begging them like some sad little girl isn’t going to be the way to prove them otherwise.
It’s a sacrifice I’m going to have to make. At least I’ll be able to reap the benefits of eliminating the women they choose to touch.
They say that they want me, but their actions prove otherwise.
Stupid boys could have just tried to get to know me. Why did they have to stay in the shadows? Why couldn’t we keep being friends? Everything would have been so much easier if they had just kept me in their lives.
I could have shown them sooner that I’m the perfect girl for them.
“Hey, quick and easy pussy is nice. We don’t always have to make a big show of things. I can easily wrap my hands around a girl's throat and make her gag on my cock. Plus, if it’s in the darkness of a closet, I don’t have to see her face. Makes it a lot easier to imagine her as Lola.”
The mention of my name has me spinning around, my head snapping toward the laptop screen.
There it is again. My name. The reminder that they think of me while they fuck other women.
It’s messed up, I know it is, but I can’t help the butterflies that flood my stomach.
“Could have the real thing,” Wesley taunts. “But noooo, someone has to be Mr. Buzz Kill.”
“Don’t even start,” Jasper warns. “We’ve been over this.”
“And I’m saying that I don’t agree.” Wesley steps up to Jasper.
“You might be acting like some fucking saint when it comes to her, but you know damn well you’re just as fucked up in the head.
” Wesley taps Jasper’s head, making Jasper snarl, his lip peeling back.
“You want to do fucked up things to her, to have her on her knees, begging for your cock, begging you to fuck her.
To hurt her. For more, more, more. Then, when you're seconds from watching the life drain from her eyes, you want to hear her plead for her life.
So you can be the one to save her, when really you're the one she should be afraid of.”
“Pretty sure that’s your fucking fantasy,” Jasper snaps back.
Wesley lets out a low chuckle. “You know what?
My bad, you're right. That is my fantasy. But still, you say you want to protect her, when in reality, you want to be her villain. The only protection she needs is from you, and you know it. And us by default because you won’t let us fucking touch her. "
“Enough,” Jasper barks. “We have shit to do. Stop acting like fucking children. The ritual is tomorrow, and we have a meeting in twenty. Get your asses moving. Now.”
Jasper pushes past the two, heading toward the car parked in the driveway.
Wesley chuckles, grinning as he flips him off behind his head.
I watch as they drive off before I close my laptop.
“I still don’t know why Sylas hasn’t had sex all summer. Was it just him, or was it all three? And have they had sex since coming back, or is tomorrow night going to be the first time?”
Doesn’t matter either way because tomorrow I plan on being the one they pick for the ritual.
How? I have no fucking clue. That's the part that has me so stressed and losing my mind.
I don’t know much about the ritual, just what I was able to get out of my dad.
The girls all have to be virgins and volunteer their bodies willingly. I have no idea what happens after they pick the girl and take them into the mausoleum, though.
From what Skittles was able to gather for me from last year’s event was that I need to wear a mask to hide my identity and to dress in something skimpy, like bras and panties.
I decided on a sexy little white silk nightgown in hopes of playing on the whole white-pure-virgin-thing. It should help me stand out from the rest of the girls, grabbing their attention.
Dad said that the leaders of the Brotherhood go first. But seeing as how Sylas’ father is dead, and Jasper’s dad is loyal to his wife, the honor has been given to their sons.
Meaning Jasper, Wesley, and Sylas will go first. If I don’t get picked, I’m getting the fuck out of there because there is no way in hell I’m letting anyone else touch me.
I’ve been saving myself for my guys, so if I don’t lose my virginity tomorrow, I'll hold onto it until they can be the ones to take it.
I couldn’t care less about the Brotherhood or having the honor to be picked as one of their girls for the night.
The main reason why I want to be picked by them is because if I can’t kill the girls involved in the ritual, then that just means I have to become one.