Page 82 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed

“You're welcome!” Gram sings cheerfully, patting me on the arm. “Now, let's go fuck up the others and get our grimoire back!”

Laughing, we race down the hall to find Mindy and the others.

When I burst into Mindy’s office, she whirls around and drops the thick, heavy tome that she’s holding—Mother Shipton’s grimoire.

“What? How?” she starts, but Bodie just marches over to me, the malicious intent clear in his eyes.

All my men rush forward to protect me, but Kai beats everyone to the punch. My pussy-turned-man grabs the cast-iron skillet from Gram-Gram and throws it savagely at Bodaway’s midsection. The shaman dick goes down with a howl and, as he falls, his face collides with my knee.

“Oops, sorry—not sorry,” I say as I render him unconscious.

“Quick!” Mindy screeches at Jake and Chance. “Get them!”

When neither one of them move, she snarls in impatience and flings open one of her desk drawers. She whips out a gun, aiming it directly at my chest.

“No!” Preston yells, and I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing that for sure,this time, I'm on my last life.

But to my surprise, it's Mindy who yells out.

I open my peepers to see Jake throwing a fistful of glitter into her unholy face and knocking the gun out of her hand.

“Take that, you bitch!” he screams at his sister.

I blink, unsure of whose side he's on, but I decide not to waste another opportunity. I run up and punch Mindy from the network right in the tit. Her shriek of agony grows even louder as she stumbles back on her heels, tripping over her desk chair. And with that, Mindy goes down with a thud, whacking her head so hard that she’s out cold.

Wow.

These people all have very fragile skulls, it seems.

“Oh, Jakey! You're my hero!” Chance gushes, rushing over to his husband and kissing him on the cheek.

Jake throws up a hand and more glitter rains down.

“I'm confused,” I stutter, swatting aside the nasty airborne craft herpes. “Whose the fuck side are you on?”

“Yours,” Jake attests. “How could you think that I would be on my sister’s side? That monster doesn’t even acknowledge my Chance and our marriage.”

I smile at the two of them.

“Glad to know that you two are the good guys.”

Jake steps over and takes my hand, making all my men tense up.

“I know what it feels like to be treated differently, to be looked down upon because someone’s beliefs tell them that we’re abominations. Not. Anymore. If you can accept Chance and me, we can accept you.”

I kiss Jake’s hand in gratitude, my lips caking in fucking glitter. One by one, my mates step up and wrap a hand around my waist. One to my left, one to my right, and one behind me.

“Thanks, Jake,” I tell him. “Is there any way we can ever repay you?”

“As a matter of fact. . .” Jake begins slyly, sending his lover a wink.

At the look, Chance claps his hands excitedly. I shake my head and cringe, not likingwhatever it isalready.

“What?” I demand.

Jake looks me right in the eye and chuckles evilly.

“You can let me plan your wedding.”