Page 246 of Satan's Spawn

I can see the backs of her guards as the door closes behind them, and for the first time in almost two weeks I’ve got her alone in a room.

She makes a pitstop to her locker and hangs up her uniform, leaving me the perfect opportunity to strike as she slams the door shut.

The bitch doesn’t even turn until I’m a few feet behind closing in on her, and before she can even think to bolt, my hand is at her throat, slamming her into the lockers.

“Where the fuck is it?” I seethe, anger vibrating off me in waves.

Lips curling, Alexis bats her fake eyelashes at me. “Where’s what?”

I slam a palm against the side of her head. “You know what.”

“All Iknowis that I have two trusty men outside ready to bat out the knees of your little Shore Whore with a single command.”

Releasing her neck, I pull Alexis by her thousand dollar hair extensions, slamming her face first into another locker. I use my body to smash her against it. “Give me back my knife before I take this swollen head of yours and use it as a fucking sledge hammer.”

“You’ll die if you do,” she warns.

“You’ll go first.”

Alexis disregards the fist squeezing tighter around her hair. “Aw, c’mon baby,” she frowns, “you used to be so much more fun.”

I clench my jaw. “Where the fuck is my knife?”

“If I told you in my panties would you drop ’em to get it?”

Another slam of my hand against the locker, this time harder and louder. “Stop the fucking games.”

“You know what you need to do to make that happen, Cray.” She presses her backside into me as a means to entice.

“I’d take a bullet to the head before sticking my dick inside your rotten snatch again.”

I feel her anger finally break through the confident facade.

“It won’t last with your shiny new toy. You’ll get bored of her and you know it.” With her first attempt to break out of my hold, Alexis adds, “Then you’ll realize we’re meant to be.”

It takes every ounce of self control not to laugh in her face. “The only reason I ever fucked you was to blow off steam and class assignments. When will you realize you’re nothing to me? Like the dirt under my boot.”

“You don’t mean it,” she cries, leaving the facade to crumble at her feet.

My lips hover over her ear. “Oh…I fucking mean it. Rebecca is mine and I’ll die to protect her. So if youoryour daddy try to hurt her…” My voice lowers to a violent whisper. “I’ll be dragging you both to Hell with me.”

A female voice calls out for Alexis, probably her cheer coach, leaving me no choice but to cut this conversation short. “To be continued…” I grit out, letting her go with one final tug of her hair.

Alexis’ scowl is painted with black streaks as she pushes past me, not speaking another word.

“One way or another, I will get my knife back,” I tell her when she reaches the end of the aisle.

Alexis looks back at me, the sadness in her eyes turning stone cold. “I have no doubt you will, baby.”

* * *

It’s beenthree days since I’ve seen Rebecca, between being my father’s bitch at his office and the witch hunt for Alexis. The urge to have her in my arms grows stronger the further I get to E-hall where her Economics class is taking place.

I thought my obsession with Rebecca would subside now that I have her, but it’s only grown wilder, like fire when it meets the wind.

Alexis’ threat earlier, along with the presence of her Bratva muscle, have turned the need into vigilance now that I know she’s got them awaiting her signal to strike.

I can’t let Rebecca out of my sight—this I know—and she’s already been away too long for comfort.