Page 46 of Sawyer

“So I see you’ve fucked your way into a pack,” she says, eyeing up the men behind me.

“They are my bodyguards.” I press the down arrow repeatedly.

“Aww, princess, I’m offended.” Sin wraps his arms around me and nuzzles against my neck, scenting me. He rubs himself all over me, and Brittany eats it up like it’s prime time on television.

“You were saying?” she prompts, her brand of petty spilling into the air between us, setting my teeth on edge.

Sin introduces the four of us. “Pack Pearson.”

That’s when her face falls.

“What did you say your name was again?” she asks, finally looking right at him. I should take pleasure in the moment recognition hits, but all I feel is hollow.

“Sin Pearson,” he says, not at all offering her his hand to shake. “I believe you probably know my father, Councilman Pearson.”

“Wow, Sawyer, I didn’t know you had it in you to secure a high-profile pack, but here you are, fucking celebrities. Shame we won’t be able to keep working together so I can get that all-inclusive story.”

The elevator dings behind me, and like a zombie, I step inside.

Sin doesn’t let go, and Bryn moves in behind us, his brow furrowed with irritation and thought.

Rumor, however, slaps the elevator door, pausing before he steps inside. “Brittany, was it?”

She was about to walk away, her stringy hair fluttering around her head like duck feathers. “Yes?” She eyes him up and down like he’s a treat.

Jealousy flashes through me fast and hard. Behind me, Sin pulls me back into his hips, where I feel the evidence of his erection through his pants. I’m not at all surprised he’s getting off on this.

“I know girls like you, and I grew up with several sisters who dealt with girls like you. There’s not a damn thing Sawyer or any of us can say that will deter you from being a bitch.” He smiles, flashing his perfect white smile. “I’m sure Sawyer isn’t the only woman you’ve been a bitch to in your life, but she doesn’t need words to clap back at you. All she has to do is thrive, and you will fall apart because you will never find a shred of happiness in your miserable existence.”

With that, he steps into the elevator, his handsome face impassive as Brittany sputters.

“Oh, and one more thing,” he adds as the door begins to close. “I don’t need a reason to kill you.” The door shuts as he finishes.

“Was it necessary to threaten her life?” Bryn asks, squinting at Rumor.

“Yes,” Rumor replies without a hint of shame.

In my mind, I wrap up everything that just happened in the last twenty-four hours into a tight little package and place it on a safe table to unpack later, when I can deal with it.

Right now, however, I step out of Sin’s arms and stare at the ticking of the floors. There are only three, so it shouldn’t take this fucking long.

Ten seconds tops, and then I can make my escape.

Bryn, however, decides otherwise and slams his hand on the stop button, casting the four of us in red emergency lighting.

“Why the hell would you do that?” I round on him, my body trembling with irritation.

“We aren’t leaving this elevator until you talk to us,” he counters, throwing reason at me.

I’m not feeling very reasonable right now, and I want to fight with him and make his life difficult. If I argue with him, I won’t keep remembering how good it felt to have his knot locked inside me.

“I think the lady is going to protest,” Sin mutters.

“Shut up, Sin!” Rumor and Bryn shout at him.

“Fine, fine.” He holds up his hands in surrender.

“You knew,” I say to both of them. “You knew who I was the moment you scented me, and neither of you said a damn thing.”

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