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I shouldn’t care. Part of me wants to reach up and reveal her to everyone. Let them do what they want with her. She's not my problem. She never will be.
My nostrils flare and my body burns hot with irritation. I don't want anything to do with her. I don't even want to be pranking her. She's meaningless. A fucking pine needle that fell from a random tree.
Yet, there's something about her. The fierceness in her eyes. The hate in her voice as she lashes out at everyone around her. At me.
My cock twitches fiercely.
The way she plunged my raw knife into her dripping pussy. She was greedy and eager for anything to stop the ache. Even afterward, when she looked boneless, there was still a desperation in her eyes. She needed more.
I think she needed me, and part of mewanted herto want me, but I hate her. I hate her with a viciousness that is so brutal I think I'd rip her into pieces the moment I sink between her legs.
Vera looks up at me, her eyes wild and a little delusional. I don't know what it is about her, but I smirk at the madness in her gaze, the loathing in her eyes feeding my soul.
"How do you want to do this?" Levi asks.
I ignore him as I pick her up and stomp through the overgrown weeds, making sure not to step on anyone's cemetery plots.
"Dude, really?" Atticus laughs. "You want her dead that bad?"
I grunt, heading toward the mausoleum. I didn't expect her to be so bold today after taking away her underwear. I didn't imagine she'd turn it around and attempt to make me fall to my knees. I wasn't fucking going to, but the fact that she even tried.
Yeah, she needs to be put in her place.
I walk to the door, a massive stone fortress that seems impenetrable. Though, I've been here before, and I know that during the day it's locked tight with no way to open it from the inside or outside. But at night, the door lays opened just a hair. Why? I don't know. I've never had any desire to find out the reasons this town is as fucked up as it is.
The air is thick, a sliver of humidity lingering from the rainfall. The scent of pine is sharper than usual, as it always is after it rains.
The only light I have is from my headlights. I cinch my arms around Vera's waist, her body stronger than it should be as she tries to wiggle herself free.
"Quit fucking moving," I growl, sliding my hand between her thighs. Her movements make it easy to slide into her folds, and the moment my fingers touch the skin, her body freezes, and she bends back like a bow.
"Mal…" Felix's hesitancy doesn't go unnoticed. I can sense his unease about the situation. If it were any other situation, I'd stop and interrogate his ass. Tell him to turn his head on straight or get the fuck out of here.
But I don't have the time. Vera's body feels possessed, bending and contorting in ways it shouldn't as she tries to break free.
As expected, the door is opened, only a sliver. Atticus walks up, using both hands and curling his fingers around the door. He pulls, and the stone scrapes against the ground, loud and screaming with its protest.
The inside is pitch-black, though I know the gray brick is faded with water stains, and four crypts spread out along the walls. It's square, a small box with nothing else. I don't know who lives here, and maybe that's a good thing.
I walk in, chills breaking out along my spine as the dank air covers my skin. Dropping her to the ground, her knees knock together, and she scrambles to the door. I lift my foot, pressing it into her shoulder and shoving her back onto her ass.
"Wh-why are you doing this to me?" she cries, literal tears forming in her eyes. I didn't think she had any soft emotions, only anger and bitchiness.
I step forward, and her neck cranks back until it sits at an awkward angle. "Whatever you think you know about this place, wipe it out of that pretty little head of yours right now. That throne that you think your tight ass sits on, consider this me burning it from beneath you. You're sitting on a pile of ash right now, Vera, and that's where you'll stay. It's where you belong. Me, us," I stop to wave my hand behind me, knowing the guys are standing there. Formidable, unwavering, "We're the ones that call the shots. We don't follow your rules, because we made the fucking rules."
I step back, and fear fills her eyes in the form of big, unstable tears. "Consider this your warning. Bow down. We won't make you, but if you decide not to, well, you will die."
I can hear the guys' footsteps, and I take a step back. Vera instantly works to stand up, her hands still tied behind her back.
"Please. Please, I beg you. I'll do whatever you want," she pleads.
I stare at her, feeling the desperation rolling off her.
Too bad I don't care. Some people need to be taught a lesson, and the moment Vera stepped foot into my house, I knew she'd be one of the most conniving, vindictive people I'd ever meet.
I step out of the door, pushing it closed before she reaches it.
"No!" she screams. She cries so hard, but her voice is muffled by the thick stone. The rain has started up again, the heavy drips hitting my forehead.
