"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 a weight in my chest.
I didn't notice, but Jordan closed the distance between us, his face sour and full of distaste. "Don't act like you didn't wish I'd have stayed there. If I had, you wouldn't be wound tight over a girl. It'd be over a man you'd never be able to love in the open," he all but yells.
He grips my shirt, his face so fucking close I can practically taste the hatred from him.
"Guys, if you're going to fuck, at least let me get lube first," Ross jokes, behind his humor is pain. So much fucking pain.
He's right though. We're on the verge of something that we'd regret.
When I peer at Ross, I see the same interest there, it’s clouded with disappointment too. It's not the first time he's seen this. He used to watch as me and Ten double-teamed, and I'd watch and control when he and Ten did the same. But never us. Not together.
It's not news we've shared.
It's not news they've wanted to test more.
It's not news I want it too.
But I'll be damned if I risk my life on someone else again. No matter how good it could feel. We're Emeralds. Love doesn't equate heirs for our lineage.
"Fuck off, Ross," I growl, hating this tension between Jordan. It's not even because hatred is draining—it is—but it's fucking exhausting hating the brother of someone I trusted wholeheartedly.
This guy, his replacement, I don't trust.
If my life were in danger and he was the only one able to save me, I believe he would send me to my death.
"So, we're just going to avoid the topic of Colt fucking the twins? Cool, cool," Tennison practically spits, grumbling his entire way out of the room.
Knowing him, I push Jordan from my face and follow. "Don't do anything stupid, Tennison."
"As stupid as you and Jordan fucking her?" he challenges, and I can't hide my flinch. "What? Didn't think we'd all watch the feeds, Lux? We watched."
"Don't be jealous. You had her first," I weakly argue.
That does him in. Ten practically runs to me, his face morphing into barely abated hatred. "I may have taken her virginity, but we've all been in this stupid fucking battle since day one. Who wins, Lux? It sure as hell isn't us."
Anger takes refuge in my chest. Will she ever pick? Are the twins that choice? The simmering green monster inside me rages. Ten's right, and I'm not going to take it lying down.
Moving around Tennison, I don't respond as I leave the tower.
"Where are you going?" he asks.
"To get fucking answers," I bark back, not looking back at him.
I charge toward Ivory and let my shoulders relax when I notice none of them followed me. It's morning. School should be in session by now. Yang's death won't stop a single thing. If anyone is even aware it happened. With it being morning, the doors will be accessible. I don't stop at the information desk. I don't even take the elevator.
She's in room twenty-two on the sixth floor.
I take the stairs quickly, almost pushing too hard. Anger—much like fear—drives humans to outdo their normal.
When I make it to her door, I'm slightly flushed, but that could also have to do with my hatred for what's happening behind this door.
Fuck them.
Pulling out my wallet, I take out my secret key. All Student Gov members have one. We aren't meant to abuse them, but we've never been one for rules.
Especially when it comes to Corpse.
The smack of the plastic against the scanner sounds noisily in my already vibrating ears. That's what happens when adrenaline slices through you at a constant upbeat. The beat frantically makes itself known throughout your system.
Green.
My palm nearly shakes as I turn the handle. Half expecting them to be on the couch, fucking the day away, I am pleasantly surprised to not see them.
But fuck, I hear them.
Colt's loud moans ricochet off the walls, swimming through my veins like fucking acid. The nearly physical pain that digs into me at the sound has anger propelling me forward. Against my mind's disgust, my dick hardens in my slacks. Not even eight hours ago, my dick was deep in Jordan's throat. And fuck, the cum he spit against my throat is dried and caked on my shoulder and chest still.
Luckily, before the twins showed up, I adjusted my shit, but even if I hadn’t, Corpse's jealousy would have been stunning across her face.
With less than eager steps, I go to her room in the far back. The door lays mostly open, and I see them. Colt is on her knees as Justice takes her from behind. His ass flexes fiercely as he pounds into her, and fuck, he has a nice ass. My gaze goes to Prudence, his eyes closed as he thrusts into her throat, treating her as if fucking her mouth is his only duty in life.
“Going to cum,” Prudence warns, his eyes finally opening. He sees me and smirks. “Such a good girl, princess. Take all my cum.” He pulls out of her mouth, his release lightly spilling from her lips as she tries swallowing it all.
Then, he's leaning down, staring at me as he takes her mouth. And like the little fucking slut she is, she moans, and Justice receives pleasure from it. My cock literally aches for the scene in front of me. Jealousy, that cruel cunt of an emotion. still slices through my skin.
"Fuck, yeah. Squeeze my cock just like that, sweetheart."
Something in me breaks as he fills her to the brim. By the time he's pulled out and she's sagged against the bed, my contempt is fueling me.