Page 251 of Satan's Spawn

Alexis lets out a boisterous laugh. “Oh, holy fuck you really are pathetic. Acting all tough like you’re the new H-B-I-C. How long do you think you’ll have Crayton’s dick before he gets tired of auto-piloting in missionary?”

“Not sure.” I tilt my head. “Maybe next time he comes inside me I’ll make sure to count.” It’s a low blow and we both know it, but fuck it feels good to watch her face twisting with jealousy.

“Tell me Bex…are you enjoying that pretty little ring at the end of Crayton’s dick? Because I was the one with him when he got it.” She pops her hip. “First one to teach him how to use it too. So you’re welcome.”

I advance on her again, and this time Crayton has to lock his arms around mine to hold me back.

The sound of scraping metal grows louder, telling me without looking that our friends are already storming toward us.

“Remember, baby. It’s only a matter of time before you realize what you’re missing.” She regards Crayton with a seductive bite to her lip. “Kinda like that knife of yours.”

Yup. That’ll do it.

If there’s anything Crayton will hate more than accidentally losing his legendary knife, it’s knowing Alexis found out and will see it as a weakness.

An oversight by the all powerful king who’s been made soft by his new queen.

He lunges for her, but doesn’t get far with one of the bodyguards slamming him down with an arm around his throat.

I, on the other hand, get far enough to slap my hand across her face with a resounding crack. Alexis’ eyes dance with fury as the other bodyguard swoops in roughly and pins my body face first against the bleachers, his groin pressing into my ass to hold me in place.

It doesn’t hurt now, but the busted lip for sure will later. I’m pressing my tongue down on the cut, tasting the iron in my blood when a familiar sting of a knife against my throat makes me swallow the flavor.

The horrified screams from both of my friends commence behind me, but Riggs and Levi stay quiet, assessing the situation like police do an ambush.

“Get the fuck off me,” I say in the calmest tone I can muster, doing my best not to move with the weapon being on the brink of slicing skin.

Alexis laughs maniacally as Crayton breaks out of the smaller mountain’s hold, punching him in the jaw several times. With a guttural roar, he dead aims for the guy on top of me, until Saint intercepts him with a bear hug and struggles to hold him back.

“Get your man off her, Alexis,” Crayton growls, still fighting off his best friend. “Now, before I kill all three of you fucking cunts while you sleep.”

She taps her chin like she’s thinking about it. “Mmhmm…I’m thinking no. But A for effort, baby.”

Crayton’s attempt to wrestle out of Saint’s clutches become even more effective as he elbows him in the ribs, leaving Alexis to roll her eyes with a bored expression on her face.

So she signals with her hand for the goon to release me.

I feel his body slowly withdraw, allowing me to exhale the breath I didn’t know I was holding. The weapon against my neck is last to taper off, but when it does Riggs and Levi are at my side, helping me up.

Alexis says something in Russian, and within seconds, the other bodyguard has Crayton in a chokehold again, but this time with a gun pressed against the side of his head.

With fear gripping my insides, my feet move on their own accord past Alexis to get to Crayton. I ignore his demands to stay away, but Hendrix ends up stopping me for him.

“Dude, are you fucking crazy?!” She squeezes my shoulders in place. “Looking to get yourself killed or some shit?”

Levi must lack the same common sense, because he draws out a knife of his own and squares up to the guard who manhandled me, earning a swift command from Saint for him to stand down. Levi’s silence is more threatening than the knife as he flips it back into his pocket.

“Fatso’s right, Rebecca, you should really listen to her,” Alexis says, ignoring the exchange between Levi and Saint.

I’m contemplating the best version of torture as I whip around to find Alexis feign yawning.

“Better to be fat than full of plastic,” Hendrix bites out, but Alexis just flips her off.

Steady Russian words shoot past the lips of the guy holding the gun, and Alexis responds with a few of her own, leaving us all to freeze in place and wait.

“In case you assholes are wondering, Vladimir is asking if I want him to kill Crayton.”

Vladimir grumbles more Russian then cocks his gun.