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I kick one of the bottles and it skitters along the ground, hitting stones, and the sound echoes within the large, open warehouse.
Sunlight filters through broken windows, and I see the four of them, standing there. They surround a guy with bleached hair who is tied to a chair in the middle of the room.
“Just in time, the party can start now,” Jace greets me.
I crack my knuckles and my neck. This is my type of party.
The guy, some skinny fucker in chinos, starts shaking his head at me like I’m here to listen and save him. “I didn't touch her, man, I swear. It wasn't me. I don't need to drug girls to get them into bed.”
I look over to Asher and Walker. I’ve never spoken to them before, but I trust their judgment on this. It happened under their watch, and Mila means something to the King’s wide receiver. They shake their heads, telling me all I need to know.
“Tony, you’re a fucking piece of shit scumbag,” Asher spits at him. “Bryce has cameras all over his place. We all sat down and watched them, and guess what we saw?”
“Please.” the piss ant cries out. ‘
“It was you and your bleached-blond head as you dropped a pill into her cup while she danced.”
I feel my tooth crack. They had cameras and caught him doing this. I growl, it’s deep and throaty and the fucker starts to shake.
“You weren't even invited to the party. You snuck in like a fucking sly prick. Do you even know who she is?” Asher is pacing now, his hands balled into fists.
I might not like the guy, but I can trust he is gonna see this through today. He will make sure for Mila’s sake, and for the sake of other girls, that this fucker pays for what he did.
“She's just some trashy bitch,” the fucker screams out at Asher.
All eyes turn to him now, and I love the expression on his face as he realizes he just said the wrong thing. To five very angry football players.
I take a step forward. It’s slow and calculated. I want him pissing his pants before he leaves here. Normally, I wouldn't hit someone that couldn't fight back. But when my fist collides with his nose, I hear the crunch of it breaking. His head snaps back and I step back and grin. He lets out a cry that reverberates around the warehouse. Blood is running down each nostril, and I take a sick kind of pleasure from watching it.
“The fuck is wrong with you? You can’t just tie me up and beat me,” he screams back at me, as if I’m the crazy one.
He’s the one who thought it was okay to drug a girl and rape her. Breaking his nose is only a small step toward letting him know how crazy I really am.
He spits blood on the floor at my feet, and I look down at it and I growl again. “She isn't some trashy bitch. If I ever find out you’ve done this again, I will come for you. Only, next time, you won’t be breathing.”
I nod to Jace to untie him. It's not a fair fight, five against one, even without his hands tied behind his back. But it's more fun if he thinks he has a chance against us. Even if the other four didn’t fight him, I would lay waste to him in less than a minute.
It surprises me that Asher is the first to move in on him as the fucker stands up.
“She’s my stepsister.” He grabs Tony by the shoulders and brings his knee up to the guy’s guts. The fucker groans and stumbles as he grips his stomach. But he doesn’t get a breather; Jace is next to move toward him.
“She's my girl.” His voice is deep, and warning. He brings back his left fist, but the fucker sees it and flinches, turning his face. Jace lets his arm swing and smashes it right into the fucker’s ear, who lets out a piercing scream.
Jace is right-handed, so the blow isn’t as strong as it would be with his right, but he’s gotta protect his throwing arm. If the fucker thought that hurt, he still has me to deal with last. He’ll know what real pain is soon.
Hunter doesn’t give the fucker a chance to right himself. He sweeps his foot out low and takes Tony’s feet out from under him. He lands on his arm with a sickening crunch and groans. Hunter kicks him in the side repeatedly. When he finally stops, he bends over the fucker. “And she’s mine,” Hunter spits down at him.
The fucker rolls away and slowly tries to scramble for his feet. But Walker is there, his knee connecting with Tony’s face as he flies back. “She’s my friend.”
The blood runs down the fucker’s nose. His brow and lip are split, but it’s not enough. He needs to learn his lesson, and I’m the one to give it to him. I grab him by his hair and yank him up so he can see my face—the last thing he’s gonna remember when I leave here.
“She’s mine,” I growl, before my steel-toe boot connects with his limp dick. I let go of his hair, and he drops back to the floor with a strangled cry that has the other four flinching and cupping their jewels. His once-tan chinos are now shades of brown and red. He doesn’t move; he just sobs on the dirty warehouse floor.
I turn and walk out, my vision swimming with all the things he could have done to her. I need air and to leave before I kill him.
I’d said she was mine.
“Fuck,” I cry out as I smash my fist into the metal wall.
Mila can never be mine.
