jerks a couple more times, releasing his hot warmth into me. It's filling me to the brim, and I can't help but to sigh in contented relief as he finishes.
When he pulls out, I fall flat, exhaustion hitting me immediately.
While they were the perfect distraction, even they have lives they'll have to go home to, and I can't stop thinking about how far I'll fall when they inevitably leave.
All the people I love always leave.
It's my curse.
My burden.
It's what will forever break me in the end.
Chapter Six
Lennox
Jealousy is a disgusting flaw in humanity.
Sitting here, knowing she's with those two, makes my blood boil. It's like an itch beneath my skin, flagellating until fury is the only emotion left inside.
"You pining?" Ross mutters, putting a bag of peas to his busted lip. He's angry. It's obvious every guy here is.
Colt has a way of owning each one of us. At first, all I wanted was for her to choose. How could she possibly have feelings for all of us? And now two more...
But the more time I spend with these fucks, I can understand her needs. We all offer something.
Not sure what it is I offer, but I'm sure it's something.
"You're not?" I rebuke, wondering if he'll be honest since I sure as shit am bad at it.
"No, I am. I'm just wondering why the fuck I'm even staying away from her."
A derisive laugh bubbles from me, making me laugh maniacally. I'm fucking losing it.
"It wasn't funny, dude."
When I peer back at him, he's annoyed. The pinch between his eyebrows is enough explanation.
"I'm aware," I reply. "It's just ironic. How much we sacrifice for her. Knowing she could become Yang at any point. Hell, I don't trust half of you fucks."
He nods knowingly. "Ditto."
"Yet we stick together?"
It's rhetorical. No one is safe here. I want to believe none of these guys would willingly hurt Yang, but if you're given rules by him, your choices are nonexistent.
"Do you really think any of us are capable?" he asks.
"Do you think any of us truly has a choice?"
The rebuttal slips free easily. Can anyone say otherwise? We're born with all the money we could ever desire, but we're also born without a single freedom. We live to please. We're produced to serve. We follow the rules.
Or we die.
"Did you really let her leave?" Ten butts in, his face filled with disdain. Out of us all, his emotions are always displayed across his chest as blatantly as his tattoos.
"What was I supposed to do, Tennison? Hold her hostage?" I ask.
"Yes!" he yells, his voice aggressive and unhinged. I always wondered what it'd take to make him lose it. Apparently, it was losing her. "I have to get her. They're not safe. They're—"
"You need to fucking chill," Jordan bites out, his eyebrow raised, begging for bloodshed.
And what about him? How could he fucking get involved with her? How could he sit here while they claimed her as theirs? How did he just sit like a fucking royal prince, waiting for the tools to screw themselves?
"Why didn't you stop them?" Jordan points out with his own question.
A sneer takes residence on his sculpted features, and it almost hurts to see. I fucking hate him, and for some reason, I still want him naked beneath me, and I hate that more.
"You of all people know that there's no stopping them. Have you forgotten their last name? The weight it carries overshadows all of us combined. Without Cassidy here, we'd be fucked."
"Don't act like you have leverage. What were you doing in Castelluccio for those years, Jordan? It's the tiniest little town. Not like there's much out there." The words come out as an accusation. I'm not supposed to be privy to his whereabouts when Maxim still lived here, but I searched for it when he arrived.
I needed to know who was replacing the first guy I ever cared about.
"God, piccolo, you're so adorable," Maxim muses, his eyes alight with warmth.
He calls me his little one. It's emasculating to many men but not me. It's charming, just like he is.
He leans into me, his nose brushing mine before his lips capture me entirely. I moan as he pushes me onto the grass. Heat flames me while he hovers my body. I'm aching everywhere, wanting him. He's the first guy I've ever had feelings for.
Joyous, unbreakable love. That's what Maxamillion Edgington offers me.
Shaking my head free of the one person who saved and abandoned me all at once, I feel