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“When’s the pizza getting here? I’m so hungry I could eat a horse.” He asks as he steps over to the couch, plopping down beside Hals. He spreads his legs wide, the piece of cotton barely containing his cock.

Hilary quickly covers her eyes, her face turning red. “Shit, um, I should go. I don’t want to intrude, and um... yeah.” She stumbles over her words, unable to make a cohesive sentence.

Leave it to Jensen to push the boundaries.

“We haven’t ordered yet, but come on man, we have company. Take your ass upstairs and put on some clothes. Be respectful.” I give him a wink, knowing that Hilary can’t see. He holds his fingers up to his mouth in a V and begins sticking his tongue through before standing up.

“I am so sorry, Hilary. Forgive me for being so barbaric. I’m just not used to beautiful women being in our home.”

“It’s okay,” she mumbles, blushing.

Good save, Jensen, smooth move. We’re going to have her tripping all over every word we say in no time.

Step one complete. Have her believe our lies as we make her think we might actually be interested in her.

“Let’s get back to our assignment.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Jonas

Tuesday the 10th

Last night went perfectly! Now we just need to step up our game today.

She was putty in our hands by the end of the night, not as skittish as she was initially. Too bad, really. Hilary isn’t nearly as horrible to be around as I thought she would be. She’d make such a perfect little toy, one we could chain up in the basement and fuck as we see fit. I’d love to see what’s underneath those baggy ass clothes she wears.

Does she have a huge rack or are they just bug bites? Are her nipples a boring rose color or more flesh toned? Will her mouth form a delectable O as she comes underneath me? I’d let her orgasm at least once. No reason she shouldn’t experience how it feels.

It’s then that an idea forms in my mind. A guarantee to have Kitty Kat purring at our feet until her demise. Because let’s face it; she’s not living past Friday. We’ve put far too much into this upcoming night and it’s too late to select another girl.

I stop dead in my tracks, sticking out my arms in both directions, placing them on Hals’ and Jensen’s chest.

“What the hell, Jo—” Jensen starts as his feet scuff the ground.

“I’ve got a brilliant idea.” They both start laughing, and I shift my gaze between them as they turn to face me.

“Sorry man. But the last time you said that, it was for us all to go camping and you locked the fucking keys in the truck with our phones inside and we had to break the window.” Hals loves reminding me of that. It’s been three years and the fuckers still won’t let me live it down.

“Fuck both of you. Just be at the house at four. I’m bringing dessert and we’re going to give her a taste to keep her hooked.”

Both of them have a slack expression as they look between each other and me.

“Uhh, care to elaborate?” Jensen asks.

It’s then I catch sight of Hilary across the courtyard. Head down, hands clutching her books firmly pressed to her chest. Not a clue to the world moving around her or the dangers that lurk, ready to pounce at any moment.

“Yeah, we’re going to hook her pussy and have a taste of it. Remember, we’re doing whatever it takes to make sure she’s right where we want her on Friday,” I firmly state.

“What about the girls?” Hals asks.

“Huh?” My eyes are focused on Hilary as she stumbles on something, falling to her knees, the books splattering to the ground around her. Fuck, she’s a hopeless mess. No one offers to help, but instead, points and snickers.

“The three bitches we’re destined to marry. Jenny, Ellie, and Allie,” Jensen speaks their names, drawing them out as he sighs.

Even their rhyming fucking names make me want to puke.

“Cancel. We’ve got more important shit to do. Besides, I’m not marrying the cunt if I have anything to do with it.”

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