Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,10

on watch or he's hiding something. The twins don't rule us anymore.

They're not even technically allowed to be here.

Their names aren't even in the records anymore. Krane is long erased from history. We like to pretend they never existed. Or at least, I do. Along with the Grims and Marchettis, their story is ancient history. Their secrets and trails of blood are known everywhere.

"What did I miss?" Ross comes barreling in without Colt but with wet hair and a smug as fuck smile. Shit.

"Why are you wet?" Pru demands, his face pinched. We've all experienced that look. It's the deep-seeded kind of jealousy, the kind that stems from not having control over a situation when you believe you're owed something.

"Why aren't you wet?" he counters with a wink, and I can't help the snicker that releases from my lips. He's such a tool. Using humor and lame ass cynical excuses to hide his sadness.

"You better not have fucking touched her," Justice threatens, his voice dropping.

Look at the seven of us. Pining after pussy, the same pussy might I add.

"I don't see why you two feel you have any type of ownership," Ten bites out, the mediator persona being tucked away for the bitter greedy ex.

"Yeah, what's with this possessiveness?" Bridger grills them. His hands are on the desk, he's offering the most pensive expression, and I'm intrigued at why they're all scowling.

Can we not be men and beat the shit out of each other or at the very least see who makes her cum the most? That would be much more suitable.

"That night you went home with Melissa? She decided she'd hate-fuck us out of spite of you," Justice remarks smugly.

"Who wouldn't pass that up?" Pru adds, but in his eyes, I see pensiveness. He's not exactly happy with Just's analysis of their time with Colt.

Before any of us can truly have a rebuttal, Ten is rushing them and hitting Just square in the jaw. He stumbles, and all hell breaks loose. Lux jumps up in defense, Ross following, but Bridger and I stay seated. We're much the same that way.

"You piece of shit!" Ten curses, and I hear a resounding smack. They're all on the floor, and if not for animosity, I'd think it was a massive orgy.

"This was counterproductive," I offer Bridger, unable to contain my amusement, but he's not amused. There's a dark fury beneath his skin. It reflects in his black eyes. He wants bloodshed. If not for his clenched fists, I wouldn't have noticed.

He's a slave to his own personality. Bloody intentions covered with sadistic tendencies live beneath the surface of his numb exterior. It's beautiful, if you watch closely. Because when he offers emotions, no matter the brutality, it's as breathtaking as watching a living painting.

"Oh my god! Guys!" Colt screams, and I do mean screams. Her voice is a higher octave. Her pitchy vocals aren't really something any of us are accustomed to. She runs to the guys, only sporting a pair of cheeky bottoms and one of Ross' oversized band tees.

I groan as my eyes lock onto her ass as it sways, reminding me of what I haven't had since that stupid party. She's a fucking treat. Adjusting my hardening dick, I lean back and play blas茅, something I'm well versed in.

"Get off of him, Tennison!" Colt commands, her voice not as pitchy as before but still fueled with annoyance and rage. "You, too, Ross!"

Bridger finally rises, and with him, I decide to cut in, even if it's only to watch her bend over and reprimand everyone. Because whether they think so or not, she's fucking hot when she's angry.

Her hands on her hips, she's partially arched over, and I can't help the groan that escapes my lips as I stare at her. She turns to me with a huff and points her finger in my face.

"Don't be a pig. This isn't cute." Her face is pinched in displeasure, and her swollen eyes aren't hidden as much as she'd probably like.

That kicks me into motion. "Guys, stop being little bitches, and save this school yard bullshit for another time."

Colt's mouth pops open at my words. It wasn't meant to shock but to offer her comfort. Usually, I'm the asshole, though. And fuck, I forgot.

"We'll continue once she's gone," I add, needing her to remember I'm not nice. I can't be.

The twins jump up, Pru with an already darkening eye and Just with a swollen and split lip. Fuck. Their dad is going