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Elijah’s shoulders slouch, and he stands from the seat at the table. He slips his hand into his pocket, looking every bit like his usual, calm self.

“Bite your tongue, Derrick,” Elijah murmurs.

The blond snorts. “Don’t tell me you’re standing up for the bitch. She got what she deserved.”

I see what’s coming a mile away. Derrick, on the other hand, doesn’t.

Elijah pulls his hand out of his pocket, his brass knuckles in place. He moves in front of Derrick and swings his fist.

Blood sprays from Derrick, and he falls backward in his seat. “What the hell?”

The blond wails as he cups his face.

Elijah grabs Derrick by the collar of his uniform and swings again, then again.

I’ve never seen him lose control like this. We’re Virgos. We gain knowledge and use it against them; that’s how we get what we want when and how we want it. For Elijah to lose his composure, and for me to lose mine, says a lot.

We’ve hit our breaking point, all because of Eden.

Derrick stops moving, his eyes rolled back and head lolling to the side.

I stand from my seat and catch Elijah by the shoulder before he can punch Derrick again. “That’s enough. We don’t want to kill him.”

“I don’t give a shit.” Elijah turns his glare to me, clenching and unclenching his fingers on the brass knuckles.

I drag him to his feet with a scoff. “We don’t have time for you to catch charges.”

A muscle jumps in Elijah’s jaw, and I know I got him. Eden comes before anything else. He can’t beg for her forgiveness if he’s sitting behind bars.

“That’s what I thought,” I mutter.

Elijah slips his hand into his pocket to lose the brass knuckles. He bends down and deletes the video from his phone, then snatches Derrick’s wayward teeth from the floor.

I grin.

If he’s doing what I think he’s going to do, then I don’t see that going over well. But Eden could end up surprising me.

CHAPTER 51

EDEN

Hands roam over my body and squeeze my breasts. Fingers slide my panties aside and dip between my lips, rubbing with agonizingly slow strokes.

I blink open my eyes and turn my head to look at who’s touching me.

Shadows creep into the corners, bathing the room in darkness. There’s just enough light for me to make out a form crouched by my legs, his tall body bent over and his head cocked to the side as he slides his finger inside me.

“So wet,” he murmurs.

“Asher?” I arch my back to push my pussy against his hand. Every touch. Every stroke. It’s maddening.

He grins, his sucker sitting in the corner of his mouth. “I left you so needy for me, didn’t I? Want me to fix that?”

I smile, but then the day’s events drop onto me and sit on my chest. My smile falls, and I scowl at him.

“Aw, baby. Don’t look at us like that.” He thrusts his finger deeper inside me.

I suck in a breath and arch away from him. “I’m angry with you.”