Page 46 of Satan's Spawn

That fucking does it.

“That self righteous prick doesn’t stand a chance with her,” I spit, then catch myself when Saint raises an eyebrow.

“Careful, man. You almost seem…jealous.”

The fuck I am, the only thing I careabout is making sure the bitch pays for fucking up my car and my mind.

My one goal with this new girl is getting even, which means I can’t have little skanks like Annalie taking what’s rightfully mine.

What this girl Rebecca owes for poisoning my thoughts.

“I’m only interested in sending thisBexback to where the fuck she came from.”

“Look,” Saint turns to me, his irritating voice of reason in full swing, “don’t you think you’re taking this a little far this time? You don’t even know her.”

“I bet you want to though, right?” I snap. “That’s what this is, isn’t it? Tryin’ to get your hands on the shiny new toy before anyone else does?”

Saint chuckles, which tells me I’m at leasthalfright.

“Look, she’s hot as fuck. I won’t deny that. And maybe I’ll shoot my shot. But…” He trails off, and everything else he says is a distant collection of muffled words I’m too far gone to listen to.

The blood beneath my skin simmers with the idea of Saint with Rebecca. Her underneath him, all that white hair spread in a mess on his bed as he takes her. It sends me raging so hard that my hand squeezes around the knife, and it isn’t until Saint shoves my shoulder that I realize it’s on the sharp end.

I let go, examining the bright streak of red on my palm, watching as it slowly trails down the skin.

“Look, I know this can’t just be about your aversion to girls with blonde—”

I’m fisting his shirt before he even gets to finish. “You will not. I repeat. Youwill notstick your dick inside this new girl, Lavell.” My hand is shaking, and I know Saint notices, but as always, doesn’t pry with my random outbursts.

Even though it’s obvious he’s gathered enough theories to never challenge me when it comes to the female gender.

The rules are simple, and he abides by them every time.

It’s one of the reasons I’ve allowed him a glimpse into who I am. What I’ve been through.

Even if he doesn’t realize it.

Saint accepts with a nod, eyeing my heaving chest right before I release him with a shove.

“Levi and Riggs, too. Nobody lays a fucking hand on her.”

Nobody but me.

“You got my word, man. The guys too, no doubt. But I can’t speak for the rest of the assholes in the school. She’s a fresh Kobe steak dangling low now that you’ve made it clear you’re not interested.” He stands, wiping at his red stained t-shirt. “Wait, so, are you interested?”

My jaw hardens from his playful expression, even more with the underlying curiosity.

“I’m not. Fucking. Interested,” I grit out.

If Saint’s not buying it, he doesn’t let it be known. “Well, the lions are hungry and circling fast, my friend. Especially Felix. I watched them flirting in lab.”

Of course that motherfucker wants a piece of Rebecca. He would stick his cock in an electrical socket if it meant provoking me. Just like his douchebag of a father does with my dad.

I point the knife at him. “Yeah, well, then it’s a good thing I’m the king of this fucking jungle.”

* * *

“So,what time are you guys heading to the Harold’s party on Saturday?” Alexis asks as she scoots closer to me on the couch, then checks her fake manicured nails.