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“Hey, lover boy.” Brook comes sauntering down the hall. “Miss me?”
“W-what?” He stares at her blankly.
“Oh, don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten. I can barely walk after you—”
“You bitch.” I lunge for her, clawing and pulling her hair.
“Get the fuck off me,” she shrieks, digging her fingernails into my arms. But I’m so angry, drowning in hatred and the need to hurt her the way she hurt me. I scratch and pinch and slap. I’ve got a fistful of her blonde locks when someone bands their arms around my waist and yanks me away.
“Fucking psycho,” she snarls, smoothing a hand through her hair. There’s a cut on her face, and I have a clump of strands in my grasp.
It isn’t nearly half of what she deserves, but a sense of satisfaction washes over me.
“Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on?” Bexley says, finally releasing me. I wrap my arms around my waist and step away from him.
“Mia?” His brows knit, hurt flashing over his face.
“Well, if this isn’t awkward…” Cade and Ashton join us on the stairs. The air turns thick, heavy with secrets.
“What did you do?” I grit out.
“Me?” Cade smirks. “Are you suggesting that I had a hand in what happened? Like I told you last night, Brook is very convincing when she wants to be.”
A wicked smile curves her lips. God, I hate her. I hate her so much I feel it bubble over into a low snarl.
“Down, kitty,” Ashton teases. “We’re just getting to the good part.”
The truth circles us like a storm closing in. I can’t get the image of Bexley with Brook out of my head, their bodies writhing, moving as one.
Tears prick the corners of my eyes, but I swallow them down.
“Go on, Sis, tell him. Tell Bexy boy how he fucked you like a champ last night.”
The blood drains from Bexley’s face as he staggers back. “N-no, I didn’t… I would never…” His alarmed expression finds me as the tears burst free, rolling down my cheeks.
“It’s true… I saw you.” The words gut me, but it’s nothing compared to the expression on his face.
“No. No way.” He laughs, but it comes out strangled. “This is a joke. You’re joking with me. I was with you last night. We…” I see it the moment he realizes. Pure anger explodes across his face as he barrels toward Cade.
My scream fills the hall as the two of them stumble down the stairs in a flurry of fists and limbs. Bexley is like a man possessed, throwing everything he can at Cade. But eventually, Ashton steps in and the two of them manage to subdue him, Cade pinning him against the wall by his throat.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Easton. Mia is my prosapia. Mine to toy with, mine to taunt, mine to fuck. It would serve you well to remember that.”
“Although now she knows you’ve dipped your end in my sister’s pussy, I’m sure she won’t want your dick anywhere near her.”
A violent shudder rolls through me at Ashton’s crass words. I sway a little on my feet, emotionally annihilated by the revelations.
Of course Cade drugged Bexley. It makes perfect sense now, but I’d been too upset, too shocked, to see it last night.
“You fucking drugged me again and let me… fuck.” Bexley dry heaves.
“Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy every damn second,” Ashton chuckles. “We all saw you giving it to her like you couldn’t get enough. I bet she has the bruises to prove it.”
“And the bite marks.” Brook shoots me a smug look, and I want nothing more than to gouge her eyes out.
“I can’t believe I—”
“Believe it.” Cade slowly relaxes his arm, the one pinned against Bexley’s throat. “Can I trust that you won’t come at me again?”
