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I look her dead in the eye. “You walked into the lion’s den, baby. Did you think they wouldn’t bite?”

Eli watches her, licking steak juice from his thumb. “You’re not serious.”

“I’m very serious.” I flick the cap of my beer into the sink. “We’ve been circling her for weeks. And she’s been circling us. You saw it.”

She stares at us both like we’re idiots. “You think this is funny? Some prize to win?”

“No,” I say. “I think it’s inevitable. So, we decide who.”

“You’re insane,” she snaps. “I’m not a game.”

Eli shrugs. “You let me put it on you.”

“That wasn’t—” she cuts herself off, jaw tight. “You drugged me.”

“You didn’t say no.”

“I was drunk.”

I add, “And you came back to us anyway.”

I reach past Eli and grab the deck of cards from the cabinet above the sink. It’s old, the corners frayed, but still playable. I slap it down on the table between us.

Eli raises a brow. “War?”

I nod. “One round. High card wins.”

“Fuck this,” Sienna says, but I think she’s just putting up a fight because being into it would deter us. I bet if I stuck my hands in her panties, her cunt would be soaking. She tries to back away, but I catch her arm. Not hard. Just enough to hold her in place.

“You run, I win by default.” I let her go, but my eyes stay on hers. “You want to prove you’re not ours? Walk away. Leave. Take your chances in the woods. Or stay. Watch. Own it.”

She doesn’t move.

Eli pulls a chair out and sits. “Fine. Deal.”

I shuffle the cards slowly, the tension thickening. I draw two, set one in front of him and one in front of me.

We flip.

His: Seven of clubs.

Mine: Queen of hearts.

I lean back, lips curving. “Looks like I win.”

Sienna lets out a broken breath, like she’s been punched. She takes a step back. Then another.

“You’re not serious.”

I nod. “I am.”

Eli rubs a hand over his mouth, eyes flicking between us. “You’re a fucking psycho.”

I grin. “You’re just mad that you lost.”

He shakes his head. “She’s not yours.”

“She is now,” I chuckle.