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Watching her now from our thrones on the stage, my fingers begin to drum on the arm of the chair as I watch her dig herself a grave. I should say dig the poor sap that she is dancing with a grave. Oakley is right, Catalina needs to learn a lesson, and the best way is to make her watch as we also teach the pretty boy that he can't touch what's ours.
I know what people will think, 'But he didn't know,' yadda, yadda, yadda. We don't fucking care. Little Saint should have known better; now, he must pay the price. She will know better before making this mistake again.
“How should we do this? What are your thoughts, Fynn?” Oak and Jett both stare at me, waiting for my input.
I return to studying our girl on the dance floor, witnessing her grinding on the pretty boy's leg. A mischievous grin slowly makes its way onto my face, and I bite my lower lip. The images running rampant inside my head are bringing me great joy.
“Let's wait until he goes inside, and then we will nab him. Let our Little Saint think that he left without a goodbye and then call her back tomorrow, so we can teach her just how much she belongs to us.”
“So what? We have to sit here and watch her rub herself all over this guy?” Jett doesn't hide his displeasure.
“Chill, bro. It will be fine; we can handle this. Besides, we want to avoid causing suspicion with what we are going to do. We have to play it cool.”
Jett isn't happy, but neither am I. What I really want to do is go down and pummel the pretty boy's face until he looks like a fucking crater. We are bigger than that, though. The Lords of Sin need to set an example in public. What we do behind closed doors is an entirely different story.
The rest of the partyis spent watching our girl, and she knows it. She does keg stands, and plays flippy cup, winning every game as usual. Little Saint dances to almost every song you can grind to with her new little toy, neither of them leaving the backyard for hours.
Finally, when things begin to wind down, I notice the pretty boy lean in and whisper something into Catalina's ear. She nods and then watches him head into the house.
I turn to the guys, “Oakley, you go to your Kitty Cat while Jett and I meet her new toy.”
My friend grins and nods before jumping from the makeshift stage. We watch as he walks up behind our Little Saint and wraps his arms around her waist. He whispers something into her ear, and whatever it is, she isn't happy if the glare she gives my boy says anything.
Jett and I head into the house in search of the pretty boy. We are about to give up when we hear noises coming from the bathroom toward the front of the house. The fucker didn't even lock the door, so when we open it and find our girl's pretty boy banging a skank against the vanity, both Jett and I laugh.
Mixed feelings hit me coming across this scene. Even though we are going to teach this fucker a lesson in not messing with what is ours, if that wasn't the case, he'd still be in trouble for taking up with another whore while trying to get with Catalina. He's dug himself a deep fucking grave and doesn't even know it.
“Oh, hey, guys! I'll be done in just a minute, and she's all yours if you want.”
I glance at Jett, who has his phone out and is most likely recording the scene, “No worries, man, take your time. What about the hot blonde who you have been all over tonight?” I ask him as he continues to fuck.
“I'm not sure I'm getting anywhere with her, but I have a remedy for that.” He smirks.
“Oh, and what's that?” Jett questions, giving the guy his fake ass smile.
The pretty boy nods to the fanny pack he took off before fucking the skank, “It works every time. You should try it sometime; I can hook you up with my supplier.”
I look inside and find a small bag of white pills. The fucker is going to roofie our girl. I show Jett the baggy, making sure he gets it on video. Zipping it back into the fanny pack, I toss it on the floor and cross my arms.
“We don't have an issue with getting pussy,” I look at the familiar skank that the pretty boy has bent over, “Do we Beer Bottle Betty?”
“I think Oakley would like to know you're back here after being told not to return.” Jett grins.
“Fuck you, Jett!” The skank pants.
“Well, now, I don't think you are in a position to talk to us this way, Betty.” I smirk, “I believe there is a particular video that we have of you that you don't want the whole campus to see.”
“Betty? I thought you said your name was Jackie?” Pretty Boy snorts.
Before she can respond, I reply, “We call her Beer Bottle Betty because she let some guys fuck her with one, with a used condom over it. There’s no telling what STDs Betty, here, has.”
Pretty Boy pulls out immediately, “That's fucking gross! Get the fuck out of here!”
Jett and I step aside and watch the guy shove Betty out the door. He bends down to put on his boxers, and that's when I stop him, “Whoa, Pretty Boy! Stop right there. We never said you could finish dressing.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?” He scratches his head and looks from me to Jett and finally notices that Jett is recording, “What the fuck, man?”
“Don't ‘what the fuck’ me!” Jett growls, “You better get yourself in check because you're already in hot water with us.”
