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“What the fuck did you do to her?" I slammed the door behind me and flicked the lock.
No way was he sliding out without dealing with me this time, the little fucker. Once...I wore that. Twice? He’d taste my fury, and my hatred.
Nash looked over his shoulder at me disinterestedly.
"Nothing she didn't ask for."
"And what the fuck was that?" I stalked towards him.
He held up a hand. "It's not what you think.”
“How the hell is it not?" My hand closed around his throat and squeezed hard.
The little shit kept smoking. “Relax.” His voice came out strained.
I squeezed harder. “If you raped her, I will fucking kill you," I seethed. "One fucking chance, Nash."
"No." He put out his cigarette on my fucking windowsill. "I haven't touched her." He nodded over my shoulder.
Both sat watching the whole exchange with his arms folded across his chest. The smallest smile played on his lips as I stared between them. They wouldn't hurt her... Beau even fucking liked her and for him that was a five finger check list.
And it clicked.
"I hope you think this is funny because you're fucked." I say honestly, letting Nash go.
He exhaled wisps of smoke on a slightly shuddering breath, and I knew I’d actually gotten to him.
Good. Because what was about to happen to him wouldn’t hurt me at all.
I reached down beside my bed, scooping Wrenlee into my arms. "You okay?" She stirred groggily in my arms but didn't rouse. My heart thrummed a panicked beat in my chest. I glanced up at Nash, my gaze flickering red. "You said you did something she asked for."
He smirked. "She begged you for a few extra hours of sleep. I heard her the other night." His smile grew wider. "And then you fucked her, her screams a lullaby for me. "
I glared at him. “That was in her fucking dorm, you little stalker. "
"If the shoe fits." He shrugged, uncaring as always.
"I'm not related to you.”
His gaze dropped, watching on my fingers as they flicked between us.
"Yes, it's a pity. We're not alike." His tone stayed light but what the hell was that undertone...pity?
I rose, my fingers grasping Wrenlee’s wrist gently over her pulse as I counted her out for fifteen seconds, letting my mind clear. "You're right. We're not. You're out. "
"He did it." Beau finally spoke up, dusting invisible lint his pants in the dim glow of the strobe lights from outside where the party migrated into the manicured yard near the pool house.
"Did he?" It was my turn to smile, and both frowned.
"You were shitting your pants. You had no idea it wasn't real," Nash said angrily, displaying the first hint of emotion I’d seen since I walked into the room.
I ignored my baby brother and watched Beau instead.
"I asked them to mindfuck..." He cut off and exhaled.
"A friend." I smiled mockingly. “We've never been close, little brother. We might be related, but I'm not your friend.”
Nash gaped at me. For once, he had nothing to say. Beau left the room, silent as he ‘d been as I came in.
