No more of this weak bullshit.
Making Asch and Blaze fight? That’s nothing.
Humiliating River in front of his father? Old news.
I should have dragged them to the cabin with Zayden and strung them all up.
Asch is on my heels, and he grabs me before I can open the kitchen drawers. He pulls me away from them, and unlike Blaze, he’s prepared when I start to fight. “Go ahead,” he says, holding me tight against his chest. “Get it out.”
“Don’t fucking patronize me!” I growl. He keeps holding me, despite my struggles.
But we’re both still naked, and there’s one spot where guys are extra vulnerable.
I’m never above playing dirty.
I lower my arm—then grab his balls and twist hard.
Asch lets out a harsh cry of pain and lets go of me. “Fuck!” he wheezes, doubling over.
“You need to stop!” River shouts at me. “You can’t… Pandora, you’re trying to do everything on your own, and youcan’t. I know you hate me, hate us, but you have to let someone help you.”
“There’s nobody!” I dash toward the door.
Fuck it. It’s not like the world hasn’t already seen me naked.
What’s one more round of cameras to catch me in the nude?
Blaze intercepts me on the way, body blocking the door. “Pandora, what’s going on, really? We had a nice date. You saw River beat up a guy?—”
I laugh. “More likegetbeaten. Couldn’t even handle Reaper.” I lick my lips. “How big do you think Reaper’s cock is? With how tall he is, he definitely overshadows all of you.”
“That’s not going to fucking work,” River growls. “So you can stop that right now.”
“Just step aside!” I throw a punch at Blaze, but he catches it easily. “God. Why the fuck are you three still here?”
“Because we care about you, Pandora!” Blaze snaps. “Why the fuck else would we stick around? Every other person, every sane?—”
I burst out laughing. “Yeah. You’d have to be crazy to want me. And since you’re not crazy, that means you’re still fucking playing me, still looking down on me! Crazy, psycho Pandora, a fucking joke to everybody!”
“You aren’t a joke to us,” Asch says, still grimacing. “If you were, we’d let you run out of here right now instead of trying to help you when you keep trying to say you don’t need it. But youdo.”
No, no, no.
They have to be lying.
Nobody actually wants to be with me.
I gasp—and it’s definitely a gasp, nothing so pathetic as asob.
“I already know you hate me! you can stop pretending now,” I growl. “I ruined your lives, remember? Burned down the fucking frat, made you look weak in front of your dad, destroyed all your things, destroyed your friendship, I keep your fucking bones as a lucky charm, River, and, and?—”
“And we’re here anyway,” River mutters. “None of that even matters anymore. All that matters is you. All that’s ever mattered is you.”
The drops cling to my eyelashes as I blink.
“You hate me,” I repeat, my voice as broken as the fucking thing in my chest. “I’m… I’m…”
“You’re fucking perfect,” Blaze says as he wraps his arms around me from behind. “Pandora, I didn’t burn bridges with my frat brothers because your cunt is that spectacular. I mean, it is, but I’ve had plenty of pussy. I’ve never met anyone else who understands… who understands the visceral joy in terrorizing others.” He lifts his head. “If you two think that’s crazy, you can fuck off right now.”
