Page 22 of Jezebel’s Liberation (Hellfire Hackers #1)

“Fuck you, bitch,” she spits. “I can fu?—”

Wrong answer. I spin her around and let my fist fly. It connects with a crunch, and she falls to the ground, screaming.

“Help me,” she pleads. “She’s crazy.”

Everyone stares, but no one makes a move to help her. I’m the president’s twin, after all. I turn my attention to Sugar, who’s doing her best to tug Demon toward the prospect and club bunny wing. Demon wrenches his arm out of her grasp, but she’s still not taking the hint.

I narrow my gaze at her and stalk toward them.

“Oh, shit,” I hear Mel whisper yell behind me.

“This is going to get bloody,” Cece confirms.

“Unless you want to end up with a black eye and bloody lip, I suggest you flaunt that used pussy somewhere else.”

Sugar flips her hair over her shoulder, not sensing the danger coming for her. “You claimed him ,” she says, pointing at Phantom. “Go fuck your own man, and leave us alone.”

“Uh oh,” Delaney says. “Wrong thing to say.”

Demon shrugs her off again as lunge. I grab her around the neck and yank her head down while simultaneously jerking my knee up into her unsuspecting face. She howls in pain as I throw her to the floor.

Demon crosses his arms, a hint of amusement shining in his eyes, but he keeps his mouth shut.

Smart man.

I grab Sugar by the hair and pull her over to Kitty, who’s still uselessly pleading for help.

Leaning over both of them, I snarl, “I’m only going to say this once, so you better listen carefully.” I point at Demon and Phantom. “They are mine. Both of them . Do not touch, look, or speak to either of them. Do I make myself clear?”

The bunnies glare at me before nodding their heads.

“Zach, Jacob,” I call. Both prospects step forward. “Get these bitches out of my face.”

The guys pick the women up off the floor and lead them out of the common room. Laughter erupts all around us as Sugar and Kitty continue to whine and cry as they’re carted down the hall.

I grab Phantom’s hand, tugging him with me until we reach Demon. Demon pulls me into his arms with Phantom at my back.

“Yours, huh?” Demon whispers.

“Got a problem with that?”

“Nope,” he says, popping the ‘p’.

“Me, neither,” Phantom adds.

I yank Demon’s head down and crush my mouth to his.

I part my lips so our tongues can explore.

I’m not sure how long we stay tangled like that, but when I feel Phantom’s cock digging into my ass, I break the kiss and flip around to repeat the process with him.

Demon wraps his arms around my waist from behind and kisses just behind my ear

The three of us are panting when we finally break apart. When reality slams into me that we’re in the clubhouse and have an audience, my heart beats wildly against my ribs, threatening to burst from my body

Glancing around the room, I take in all the shocked faces, and the silence that greets me is deafening. My sisters are all giving me a thumbs up, but all the men’s mouths are gaping open.

Fuck! You just claimed two men in front of the club. Shit… shit… shit.

Rogue thumps Soul on the back. “Damn, never thought I’d see the day when Jez would settle down.”

Thorn whistles. “Fuck, Jez, both of them?”

“That’s how you claim a man,” Delaney shouts. “Or should I say men?”

“Did she… are they… both of them?” Spike sputters.

“Dammit, Jez. I don’t want to see that shit,” Soul complains.

“You have no right to judge me, Soul,” I sass. “How many times have I walked in on you balls deep in some girl before Cece came along?”

Cece chuckles. “How many, Jez?”

“Too many to count,” I joke.

“Oh, really.” Cece cocks her hip. “Soul, is there something we should talk about?”

“Fucking hell, Jez. Quit starting shit.” Soul pinches the bridge of his nose. “For the love of everything unholy…”

Cece winks at me and snakes her arms around Soul’s waist. “I’m messing with you, caveman. I know you have a past. So do I.”

Soul growls before crushing his lips to hers. A minute later, they untangle themselves. “We might have a past, but that doesn’t mean I wanna talk about it. It’s only you and me now, babe.”

Cece leans into Soul’s chest. “Damn right.”

“How does that even work?” Possum asks thoughtfully. “Two men… I mean I’ve watched porn…”

I hold my chin up high, refusing to let these clowns embarrass me. Demon and Phantom stand on either side of me, silently offering support.

“Well, you see, Possum,” Abyss begins. “When a woman likes a man, or in Jez’s case, two men, there are numerous posit?—”

“Enough!” Soul barks. “If one more brother comments on my sister’s sex life, we’ll be having a party in the confessional.”

“He was just explaining the logistics for those not smart enough to figure it out,” Mel defends.

“Mel,” Soul growls. “So help me God…”

“Well, it’s true,” she mutters.

“You sure we should let this fucker prospect?” Malice asks, speaking for the first time.

I gasp. “What?” My gaze bounces between Soul and Phantom.

“Meet our newest prospect, sis,” Soul says smugly.

Phantom is prospecting for Saints Purgatory? That can’t be right. This has to be a joke.

“What’s he talking about, Phantom?” I demand.

Demon and Phantom both know I want separation between Hellfire Hackers and the MC. Not one, but both of them are going to be a part of Saints Purgatory now? What fucking alternate reality am I in?

Phantom shifts uncomfortably under my scrutiny. “I decided to prospect for the club.”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” All the lust I was feeling moments ago evaporates instantly.

“Jez,” Soul warns. “It’s club bu?—”

I pivot around to glare at my twin. “So help me God, Soul. If you say ‘club business’, I will castrate you.”

“Please don’t, Jez,” Cece pleads. “I really need his dick.”

Even though I’m pissed, I chuckle while everyone else groans.

Soul puffs out his chest. “Yeah, ya do.”

While I’m distracted, Phantom grabs my bicep to spin me around and yank me into his hard body. His thumb raises my chin to look into his eyes.

“I’m doing it for you.”

“You’re not doing it for me, you do?—”

Phantom growls. “Damn it, Jez. Yes, I am. I know you’re torn about leaving the club without a hacker, but I also understand you need to live your own life.”

“Fort and Lock can handle it,” I state matter-of-factly.

Phantom is right, though. It’s been weighing on me to leave them without my expertise, but I can’t live in my brother’s shadow anymore. I need the freedom to do what I want, when I want, and how I want.

Phantom leans close to my ear and whispers, “I’m sure they can, but I’m better.”

I laugh. “You’re right, but I’m still pissed you didn’t discuss this with me first.”

“I’ll make it up to you.”

His voice is laced with promise, and my pussy spasms in response. I grab his hand before twisting to grab Demon’s.

“Let’s get out of here.”