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“Such a responsible brother. First, you came here because I made up a story about Landon, and now, you’re worried about your sister. We have something in common. I like it.”
My head spins, mostly due to his breath near my ear, his hand on my stomach, and his rock-hard thighs underneath mine.
Then something he said comes back to me and I narrow my eyes. “You made up a story about Lan?”
He lifts a shoulder. “How else would I have gotten you here? On my lap, I mean.”
A volcano of rage splinters inside me, and I want to punch his fucking stitch mask so bad.
So,sobad.
But I don’t, because I don’t do that.
I use the energy to push against him and spring up. “Take your nonsense away from me. Far away.”
That glint flashes again, but before I can find out what type of absurdity he’s planning, Jeremy walks through the door Glyn and Green Mask disappeared through, holding his orange mask and a bloodied club.
He’s only second to Nikolai in broadness and unpleasant facial expressions. But where the arsehole behind me is outwardly loud, violent, and generally obnoxious, Jeremy is the calmer version. The type who appears collected, but is in fact as notorious as his precious idiot friend.
He’s scowling now, seeming lost in thought as he throws his club on the ground and runs his fingers through his damp hair that’s stuck to his nape.
“Jer!” Nikolai jumps to my side and wraps an arm around my shoulders as if we’re mates. “Meet eighty-nine. Pretty sure he’s the only one who made it here and, therefore, can be a member of the Heathens.”
Jeremy lifts his head and takes in the scene for the first time. He was so lost in his own head that he didn’t even notice us.
He cocks his brows at Nikolai, then narrows his eyes on where he’s grabbing me.
I flash the crazy bastard a death glare that he lets roll off his bloodied mask as if it was never there.
He’s high. Must be.
There’s no other explanation for why he’d think the twin brother of Lan, aka his worst enemy, should join his precious club’s ranks. Or why he’d possibly think I would.
Now that I know Lan isn’t in danger, I have no reason to tolerate his distasteful presence.
I shove his hand off my shoulder, not bothering to hide my contempt, and turn around and leave.
No, I run.
Far. Away.
3
NIKOLAI
Kolya Jr. has been an adventurous whore since he got his first boner at the fresh age of five.
It was such a marvelous discovery when I found my then-wiener hard that I giggled with glee. Then I proceeded to run all over our house, dangling, pointing, and showing it off to anyone who crossed my path while shouting, “Look! I have a gun!”
Dad laughed his head off. Mom looked like she was going to either throw up or burst into flames.
Good times.
For me and my dad. Definitely not for my mom since she was covering my twin sisters’ eyes, ushering them inside, and telling me to get myweenieback in my pants.
I pouted as I muttered, “But my weenie really likes the air.”
Mom looked at the sky, probably to the invisible big bro up there, and when that didn’t work, she directed her gaze at the actual semblance of a real God in our lives. My dad.
