Page 143 of Blackwood

Don’t you dare laugh, baby.

“Okay, okay, fine, Cal. You win.” Her voice is playful and teasing. She shifts in his lap and flips her hair. She flashes that smug little smile, like she’s not setting my entire bloodstream on fire.

Like she doesn’t know exactly who she fucking belongs to.

“You get a chair.”

The fuck he does.

She stands slowly. Legs long. Braid sliding down her shoulder. Callum leans back, too proud of himself. Sitting there like he just won the Super Bowl, the lottery, and my girlfriend’s fucking heart. Like she was ever his to begin with.

She’s not.

She’s mine.

I don’t care how slow she’s moving. I don’t care if she hasn’t said the words yet. I don’t even care that Cade’s dragging his goddamn feet.

Isabella Marie Blackwood belongs to me.

I don’t even register who the other two idiots are, some Wexley linebacker and a Wall Street trust fund rat. Doesn’t matter. All I see is Bella. My girl.Giving a slow, filthy, teasing-as-fuck lap dance… to my sworn fucking enemy.

I swear to God, if I don’t get a chair tonight someone’s leaving in a body bag.

She slides a hand down his chest and arches her back. The crowd screams. He grins like a king, and I swear if this fucking complex had weapons, there’d already be blood in the pool.

“Hey there, Lex.”

Fuck me, can this night get any worse?

I turn to see Madison Fucking Rae and her two carbon copies flanking her like backup dancers in a perfume ad. All three in matching black bikinis and heels like they rehearsed this in hell.

“Looks like your girlfriend is quite into Callum Whitmore tonight,” her tone drips with fake concern. “That’s Cade’s brother, right?”

She pouts. “Oooooh. Wonder what he thinks. Where is Cade anyway? I heard he moved out. Trouble in paradise Lex, baby?”

“What the fuck are you doing here, Maddie?”

She leans in, eyes gleaming as she tries wrap her arms around my waist. I shove her off with zero grace.

“Don’t even fucking try it.”

She gasps, like she wasn’t expecting it.“Still such a brute,” she laughs, brushing imaginary dust off her thigh. “No wonder you and Bella get along. You’re both so…” her eyes flick to the stage, “…dirty.”

I glance back just in time to see Bella roll her hips in Callum’s lap.

Maddie leans in closer, her voice like a blade. “Oh honey, relax. We’re not here for you.” She grins, sharp and wicked. “We’re here to ruin your girlfriend’s night.”

I turn slowly, eyes locked on her, “What the fuck did you just say?”

“She took our Fight Night, Lex.” She tilts her head like a smug little devil. “Now… we’re taking her party.”

Two beeps.“Is that who I fucking think it is?”Knox’s voice cuts into my ear like a bullet. Tense. Furious.

“Yeah, Knox,” I say into my comms, not blinking. “Looks like the dethroned drama club president and her little gremlins wanna play. You think we let ’em?”

Maddie’s brows pinch. “Who the hell are you talking to?”

I smile. Real slow. “Didn’t you hear?” I tug the comm cord into view. “I’m part of The Trifecta Boyfriend Squad now. Complete with headset and everything, Maddie.”