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“They don’t deserve your sadness or confusion over that event, Demi,” Luna reminds me. “They weren’t your friends. They’re bullies who took advantage of your trust. Don’t give them the satisfaction of guessing, show them how badass you are, sister.”
“She’s right,” I say out loud. “Not knowing is a hard pill to swallow, but I’ll get over it. Tonight is all about revenge. I hope you can feel pain.” I pull my right arm back, ball up my fist, and smack David in the nose. When I hear the cartilage snap, a satisfied grin stretches across my face. “This is gonna be fun!”
My joy isn’t reciprocated by them.
Oh, well, that’s their problem because I’m having a grand time so far.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
CONAN
Regulator turnsto Midas and asks him, “Is it wrong that this is making me hard?”
“Fuck you, Reg,” I snap, my dominant nature taking over. “She’s mine, you don’t get hard when it comes to her or talk about her in any sexual manner whatsofuckingever or I’ll cut your damn dick off and feed it to you. Clear?”
“Crystal,” he answers, leaning back, his hands casually going down and covering his jewels.
“That’s what I thought,” I huff out, still irritated with him and his idiotic remark, but there’s something more important going on with my woman and that needs my attention instead of that of my brother and his foot in mouth disease. They know how possessive I can be so I don’t understand why he’d run his mouth in front of me.
Damn moron.
In the past, we’ve teased one another about bed partners or women we’re dating, and they aren’t used to me getting riled up over it, but this is Demi we’re talking about, she’s different. She’s mine, and only mine, I don’t want them thinking about her with anything but respect and sisterly devotion.
End of story.
I usually have nerves of steel, but the closer Demi gets to those pieces of shit, the more my hands begin to shake. “Demi,” I say, my tone full of warning. “I know they're incapacitated and all that shit, but please take a step back.”
“Awe, Xavier, you ruin all my fun,” she pouts, her bottom lip poking out.
“Demi,” I caution once again. “Step back.” Then thinking I better use my manners so that she doesn’t take my tone and twist it into something more sinister, I grind out, “Please.”
“Well, I guess since you said please,” she snarks. “Nah, I changed my mind.” She moves forward and lets her hands fly, she gets three blows in using the synchronized jabs she uses in the arena after she’s done playing with her opponent.
“Holy shit,” Kodiak murmurs, both pride and fear inserted in his words. It’s not every day you see a woman like mine let loose and pound into a man. “She’s a badass.”
“I’ve been telling you she is,” Luna mumbles around a bite of her second chocolate bar. “I’ve seen her take some bitch to the ground with one hand tucked behind her back to make it a fair fight.”
“I’ve seen her take down a man twice her size in the cage without breaking a sweat,” I brag. “I always bet on her when I went to her matches because she’s a sure thing.”
“That’s what he said,” Luna teases between bites.
When the guys begin to chuckle she sends them a gleaming smile. There’s something about making others laugh that makes her radiant. We just go with it, and sometimes, we laugh at her jokes even if they aren’t all that funny.
“Holy!” Midas barks, his eyes bugging out. “Shit! Remind me not to get on her bad side. Ever.”
I turn back to the scene taking place before me and wince. Demi is straddling the two recliners, both of her feet dug into David and Joey’s nuts. She’s shimmying her hips, dancing to the beat in her head as she wrenches her lower ankles, digging them in further, and if they could speak, they’d shout. Fuck knows I would.
Then as if she read my mind, she answers my question about what tune is in her head when she begins singing, “Come on, babbbbyyy… let’s do the twist. Ow!” Her head tosses back as she howls out the last part, and her hands are raised high, flailing through the air.
“I want to be her when I grow up,” Luna announces. “I’d have never thought of that song while mashing their balls into dust.”
“You’re perfect the way you are, Luna Moon,” Kodiak states. “Let Demi be in charge of releasing all the crazy, huh?”
“Did you just call my sister crazy, Kodiak?” Luna asks, shoving the entirety of what’s left of the candy bar into her mouth so shecan plant her hands on her hips and shoot lasers at him through her narrowed lids.
“I said nothing of the sort,” he contends.
