Page 129 of Terror Tuesday

My jaw tightens…

Ryan and Aiden Cardell.

I should’ve known.

Index finger on the back, I click the knife closed and open the door.

“What about my money, man?”

“You’ll get it back in twenty minutes.” Like I give a shit about money.

Ryan sits with my cousin, Pippi, on his lap in the blackjack tent. She blows a kiss onto some chips as he tosses down his bid. When I enter, he immediately clocks my position. And then…

The fucker smiles.

Not a regular one. One that tells meheknows I know what he did.

With a deep chuckle, he tosses down the rest of his beer and winks at me. I skirt through the crowd and approach, Pippi barely noticing my arrival as she studies the cards in front of her.

Ryan stretches his arms wide across the seats next to him. “Want to join us,Vanq?”

Apollo glances up from the head of the table, his dark eyes taking in the situation. I know he’s already reaching for his gun, but I shake my head.

“No.”

Ryan shrugs and narrows his blue eyes at me. “Nowwe’re even.”

So this was about me finding his video of my cousin on her knees for him and sharing it with her brothers… If he thinks this iseven, I have more news for him.

“Not quite yet, Cardell.”

His dark eyebrows lower as he gives my frame a once-over. “Hm?”

I lean over and let my voice drop low into his ear. “The heart god? You can thankmefor his disappearance.”

Realization floods his face as it turns from shock to regret, then gratitude. “Fuck…”

And with that, I spin on a heel and head out to find my appointed.

The great room is packed, lights dim, people dancing to the DJ with their sweaty bodies pressed up against each other. But I find her as she scans the crowd from the second-floor balconyjust over the entrance, overlooking her peasants below. She’s alone.

Eyes distant, she leans her elbows against the banister, lost in thoughts that are about to get brutally interrupted. Her costume glistens beneath the party lights, every inch of her body perfectly showcased. Rage and raw possessiveness explode in my chest, a potent cocktail that erases any lingering hesitation.

My footsteps are silent as I stalk toward her, sliding my hand up her exposed thigh to her ass.

“Vanq! Where have you been?—”

I grip her throat, cutting off her words, then hold her against the railing with my body. The tent in my jeans presses against her lower back. She turns her head to look at me, and I press my forehead to hers, seething breaths through my mask.

“You’re mine,” I growl. “Time everyone knew that.”

Using her hair, I force her to bend over. She gasps sharply, clawing at the polished wood to hold her up as the oblivious crowd parties below, unaware they’re moments away from seeing her at her most beautiful…

Overflowing with my cum.

My hand travels up her skirt, fingers digging into soft flesh, leaving marks I intend for her to wear proudly tomorrow. Her breath hitches, hips arching back involuntarily as I tear her panties aside.

“Valen,” she whimpers breathlessly, a plea and protest in one.