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He lets out a soft chuckle. “You know how I feel about therapy. Ask Draven?”
“Must be cool to have a twin and one of you go for the other. Help keeps shit balanced.”
Strangely, Dravin has been seeing the therapist who also treats his brother for years. The Bedford siblings just muck things up, that's what they do. I remember the time Dravin fucked the therapist's daughter right under her mother's nose and then let her think he was the one in need of therapy so that she could report his "progress" to their father. The stupid bitch never figured out she had been giving therapy to the wrong twin. But I think Gia is the reason he stopped fucking the daughter. Gia is his chosen. Their chosen.
“I wouldn’t know any more because I stopped going and so has Draven. Obviously.”
There it is. I was right. And they say I need therapy.
“No shit. That makes three of us.”
His expression morphs from playful to concerned. “Dude, are you sure that is a good idea?”
“Why, you have a better one?”
“Yeah, take the pills and go to therapy. Your parents are going to freak out.”
I wave him off. “I am on medication.”
“Weed and Adderall are not what they had in mind.”
I shrug. “It’s what has me working and concentrating on shit.” I point to the offending pills in the basket. “That doesn’t allow me to be who I am. That shit gives me weird dreams and makes me feel slow when I’m trying to get shit done. I hate it. It will probably keep me from having a kid when it’s time. If they ask, tell them I’m taking them.”
“Brother, I didn’t think you would ever want kids, but then again, Tara might.”
The thought of marrying Tara causes a little twitch in my left eye. Nobody knows this, but I'm not going to marry her. I don't give a fuck about her filthy family or the alliance they provide; she's obnoxious. She should marry my cousin, Alaric. He will keep her busy or fuck her to death, literally. The rule is that I have to find a wife at the end of the year. All I know it’s not going to be her.
“I think you need to worry about Gia and decide which one of you is marrying her.” He sighs and I know he is battling a decision. Which twin should Gia marry, him or his brother. It is crazy to think they both have fallen in love with the same woman and plan on letting her keep them both. “Have you three decided?”
“I think it should be my brother. He deserves to have a wife.”
“And you don’t?” I roll my head on the smooth leather of my chair and give him an idea. Unorthodox, but they both can have what they want. It’s brilliant, and it steers him away from the current topic of our conversation.
“I have an idea.”
CHAPTER6
Jess
“Excuse me,” I say to a couple blocking the exit to the door, as I make my way down the hallway from the classroom. I’m about to turn into a darker hallway when strong hands grip my arm, and I pull hard to my left to try and escape. Before I can scream, a hand covers my mouth, and I know by the smell of his skin and the cologne that I detest, it’s Michael, or what everyone calls him, Mich.
His hot breath is near my ear, and it makes me cringe. “You think you can run away from me, don’t you?” I shake my head nervously, averting my eyes to stare at the dark wall behind him. “You know the rules. Tell anyone about our little arrangement, and your mother will disappear. Got it.” I sag in utter defeat.
Tears pierce the corners of my eyes and I want to scream, kick, and tear him apart.
I hate him.
Six months, I tell myself. That is all I have left of my senior year, and then I can leave here to start the next chapter of my life. I just have to play it smart. I have to act like Prey. And Prey get to choose. I may have to meet the devil in his bed, but he isn’t the only one, and he can’t do shit about it. Rules are rules. If you break the Order’s rules, you die.
My mind plays back the conversation I had with Gia and the man on the cross comes to my mind.What happens when you break the rules?Right now, I wish nothing more than to be a rule that is broken when it comes to Michael.
“Nod, princess.” When I nod my head slowly, he smiles, but it’s evil. “I’m going to slide my hand away and if you scream, I know where to hurt you the most, besides that wet cunt you have between your legs that I like so much. Understood?”
Cold air stings my lips when I nod again, and I hate myself for nodding. He takes a step back, like he is admiring my face, but I know better. He is calculating how he wants to use me next time. “So pretty.” The backs of his knuckles slide down my cheek and I stiffen.
He leans close. “Shh, it’s okay. But I’m glad we understand each other.” I’m about to sigh in relief when he moves away, but it’s short-lived. “Oh, before I forget. Don’t call me Michael.” He lowers his voice. “My friends and family call me Mich. You can call me Michael when I make that pussy cry for me when I’m in and out of it. He gives me a wink and bile rises from my stomach, and I hope it makes an appearance up my throat, so I can spit it in his face.
“Of course, Mich. Whatever you say,” I respond with a hint of sarcasm.
