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I swallow and dip my chin. Raising my hand, I point at the fucker who tried to rape me. “I want to see him pay for what he tried to do to me.” I don’t know where the demand comes from, but letting the words fill the air lessens the tightness in my chest. “I want them all to pay for what they did to our friend.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” the coven leader hollers. “You’re not going to take commands from a fucking donor, are you?”
Sawyer hands his gun to Monroe and pulls out a blade from his belt. “No, we’re not. What we’re going to do is give our girl what she wants. If she wants to see you pay, she will get the show of her life.”
Growls echo through the air in response.
“You fuck—”
Swinging his arm, Sawyer jams his blade into the chest of the closest security guard and sends his heart splattering to the floor out of his back. Silence fills the air as Sawyer pulls the knife back, letting the blood drip onto the carpet.
I can’t stop my head from nodding in approval. I shouldn’t enjoy watching a vampire die, but something about Sawyer doing it on my behalf sends my mind whirling. What if this is his way to give Alexander a message. He called me their girl, and it’s strange and exciting to even think about it. I have so many questions and thoughts, but right now, all I can think about is wanting to see them unleash their power and wrath on this disgusting coven. I’ve never had someone stand up for me like this before. Why do they anyway? I don’t fucking care. I’ll do anything for them.
“Next one of you fuckers who tries to talk or argue will lose your head. Do you understand?” Sawyer says, aiming his knife at the throat of the vampire who tried to rape me. “Do I make myself clear?”
No one responds.
Monroe aims Sawyer’s gun and shoots a security guard in his leg, making him holler. The fact that they go after the hired help doesn’t go unnoticed to me. I know they’re doing it for a reason, but I don’t know why.
“Yes,” they all say, stiffening and breaking their scowls under Monroe’s closeness.
He grins wickedly, his handsome smile lighting up his golden eyes. Rubbing his hand down his thick beard, he says, “That’s what we want to hear.”
Knox touches his hand to my lower back, guiding me to walk with him and closer to the Grey Coven. Even scowling, he’s attractive—maybe more so because his features sharpen in a way that accentuates his jaw and cheekbones. I drag my bare feet, my human fear instincts screaming like crazy to run away. I would do as much if Knox didn’t slide his fingers through mine and pull me close.
“Now, who’s up first? Which one of you fucking assholes thought he could get away with putting his hands on my vixen?” Knox asks, knowing exactly who it is. I think he wants the guy to admit it. I want the fuckhead to admit it too. I want to see him cry and sweat and regret everything.
Silence fills the air.
“You better give yourself up and beg our girl for mercy. If you don’t, every damn one of you will be taking your cocks home in a to-go bag.” Sawyer slaps the bloody blade to his palm. “We’re not joking. You need to learn a damn lesson. The Bella Crew doesn’t tolerate rapists. I don’t give a fuck if you thought you had the go-ahead from Aris.”
“Pfft, that’s not enough, Sawyer,” Monroe says, getting close to the guy who tried to rape me. “A to-go bag? Nah, dude. They will take each other’s cocks home in their asses to shit out later.”
Wow, is he twisted.
I stare in stunned silence.
I never thought I’d want to agree with something that sounds so awful, but I want the fucker to pay.
“Is that good enough for you, little bird? I can be creative,” Monroe says, smiling again. He’s far too happy planning his punishment, but I love how excited and sexy he looks, ready to cut a dick on my behalf.
I nod my head, my mouth still refusing to speak. All I can do is hug my arm around my waist and clutch Knox’s hand, using him to keep myself from wobbling on my weak knees.
“Last chance, fuckers,” Sawyer says, aiming his knife at the coven leader’s groin.
“Damn it, Cornelius! I’m not losing my fucking dick because you can’t keep yourself together and accept the damn consequences for your need to ruin every donor you put your sights on, you son-of-a-bitch,” the coven leader snaps, swinging his arm to punch the asshole in the gut. He turns to Sawyer. “I’ll fucking hold him still if you promise not to take mine. Please. Not all of us are demented rapists. I don’t need to flex my damn control and power over a pussy to feel like a man. I just wanted blood. We never get live donors.”
This bastard. I hate them all.
Sawyer glances in my direction, but I don’t react. My muscles tighten and flex, and all I can do is watch the coven leader grab his brother’s pants, rip them down to show his flaccid cock, and then grab him from behind, pinning him to show he was serious.
Cornelius hollers and yells, thrashing his body, swinging his sad excuse for a dick like a mini-propeller. Gnashing his fangs, he tries to bite at anything and everything, but he’s not strong enough to break his brother’s hold.
“Hey Ruby, would you like to do the honors?” Sawyer asks, stepping on one of Cornelius’s dress shoes to stop him from kicking one of his legs.
I gape, my mind whirling. Do I want to see the fucker punished? Hell yes. Do I want to get anywhere near his naked body? Hard pass.
I crinkle my nose. “I can’t. They’ll blame me.”
