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Who the fuck does he think he is, Batman?
“Oh, fuck off.” Colton rolls his eyes before tightening his grip on Haven’s hair, making her whimper in pain. His face lights up when he looks down at her. “There are those tears I love.”
“I just want…” Haven heaves in a breath. “I just want to forget.”
Colton shakes his head. “You’ll never forget me. That’s a promise.”
“Enough,” the masked man repeats. He steps forward, arms crossed. “Let her go.”
Finally, Colton releases Haven’s hair. The masked men part enough that she can slip behind them and run straight into my arms. I glare at Colton over their shoulders.
“Can you make them leave?” I ask. They already listened to one of my requests, so maybe I can get lucky.
One of the masked men looks back at me. He doesn’t answer—just stares. Or at least, I think he’s staring. I’m so lost in the neon pink X’s for eyes that I forget to look past the mask and into hisactualeyes. He turns back around to face Colton before I snap out of it.
“This is stupid,” I grumble. “We’re leaving.”
Chapter Seven
Kellan
“We’re leaving.”
At Athelia’s words, Wes’s shoulders tighten. She can’t leave—that’d ruin the whole night.
Stiffly, he turns to face her. “Clear the hallway.”
Both girls scramble to obey, and the fear in Athelia’s eyes at his harsh voice makes my dick stir. Fuck, it looks good on her.
We don’t give Colton and his friends a second to prepare. Wes grabs him, I grab Xander, and Cal grabs Lucas. They put up one hell of a fight, but we manage to throw them off the property pretty easily.
“Touch Athelia again, and you’re a dead man,” Wes growls.
Lucas raises his hands. “I didn’t!”
“You were going to,” Wes barks. “Now get lost, and don’t even think of showing your faces here again tonight.”
Colton looks ready to fight, but he must think better of it, because he backs off. “Trust me,” he says with a devious grin. “We won’t.”
I don’t like the sound of that, but we’ll deal with him later if he tries something stupid. For now, there are other things on my mind.
“I wanna fuck her,” I tell the guys as we head back up the path.
“That’s not in the plan,” Wes bites out. “Not until later.”
“It’d be a good idea to change it,” I say. “Think about it—think about the look on her face when she realizes what she’s done. That she played a part in it instead of it being forced on her.”
At that, Cal makes a delighted sound that comes out distorted and weird. “Fuck, I bet she’ll cry. I bet she’ll yell at us and beg us not to tell anyone.” He laughs. “Maybe she’ll finally throw that punch she’s always trying to hold back.”
Wes nods, which is enough of an answer for me.
A perverted smile forms behind my mask. Our girl has no clue what’s about to hit her.
Inside, we find the girls in the living room. Haven is halfway through her drink, whereas Athelia looks like she’s barely taken a couple sips. They’re both swaying to the music, although neither of them look at ease.
Wes and Cal disappear into the crowd while I approach them alone. I lean in close to Athelia, placing a hand on her shoulder and making her jump. For a split second, that fear is back in her eyes, and it sends a rush of desire through me.
“Are you all right?” I ask, my voice distorted so no one can recognize it.
