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do have gangster connections then?” Blaise grumbles, and she flinches.

She fucking flinches.

I punch him in the arm, wanting it to be his goddamn jaw, and he groans. “Fuck, I didn’t mean it like that, Mounty, just…I know nothing about where you come from. I guess Avery does and Harley obviously knows something but I’m trying to figure out how the fuck a sixteen-year-old girl can calmly, casually, offer to end someone’s life. Fuck, it’s not even the killing. It’s the mundane tone, like you’ve killed a bunch of other girls for pissing in your Cheerios.”

She swallows and slowly looks around the table at us all. “I know a lot of people from all different walks of life. Some of them are gangsters. I am not a member of any gangs, I do not fuck members of any gangs, and I do not owe loyalty in any manner to any gangs.”

I scrub a hand over the back of my neck and attempt to defuse the situation before Morrison puts his fucking foot in it again. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We can’t kill her. She’s a dumb, manipulative bitch but she’s not Joey. If we’re killing anyone it’s him.”

“No one is killing Joey,” Ash snaps, and I guess that’s the end of that.

Chapter Twenty

Ash

Lance the Mounty fuck knows he’s dead.

He knows it because the whole school knows it and he goes to the faculty to change where he sleeps because he’s that fucking scared of what will happen to him when I get my hands on him.

He becomes a fucking ghost.

To make matters worse, Joey finally resurfaces from whatever drug haze he’s been in and hears about the fucking warpath we’ve all been on and starts fucking messaging me again.

Only this time he adds Lips into his little blood-soaked fantasies.

The response I have to those messages shouldn’t surprise me at this point but the violent and possessive need to protect her, covet her, and own her takes me to my fucking knees.

I’m fucked.

I’m absolutely, without any doubt, fucked. Because she’s the worst possible option to feel this way about for so many different reasons. Two of the three most important people in my life are already fighting over her. She’s a fucking Mounty street kid who would be eaten alive by the social circles I was born into, and then there’s the small factor that both my father and my brother are serial rapists and killers who would love nothing more than to destroy her just to fucking ruin me.

I can barely stay on top of keeping Avery safe.

I can’t add someone else to that list… but she’s already fucking there.

She’s already the first thing I think of when I wake up and the last person on my mind every night. I truly fucked myself over when I picked out all of that lingerie for her because I haven’t been able to take a shower without jerking off over each and every item, how it would look on her and especially how it would look coming off of her.

I’d never cross the line by looking at those fucking revenge nudes Harlow took of her but fuck do I wish I knew what she looks like under the uniform and ugly sweaters.

I wonder if Harley has seen her and then I fucking loathe him for getting the chance.

I’m completely fucked.

And because apparently I’ve developed a taste for torture, when Harley says he’s going down to the gym to watch Avery’s first attempts at learning self-defense, I go with him. I can’t even lie to myself and say I’m going to make sure no one goes after my sister.

I’m going because I want to watch the Mounty in action.

I can’t deny that her ability to take out guys three times the size of her makes her even more appealing to me, just another part of her that draws me in. It doesn’t stop me from wanting to kill anyone who’s placed bets on her, threatened her, fuck, so much as breathed wrong in her direction. But I can’t deny that seeing that streak of viciousness in her is… appealing. Maybe it’s the thought of a girl finally fighting back and winning that turns me the fuck on, or maybe it’s just all of the conditioning Joey and Senior have tried going wrong, I don’t really care either way.

All I know is that she’s under my skin now and there’s no digging her out.

“Don’t be a dick to Lips. She’s doing this to help keep