Page 29 of The Revenge

Her mouth flaps open and closed as she looks at the three guys on either side of me. “These three…” Lissa suddenly clears her throat and shakes her head. “You wish.”

“You mean,youwish,” Royal tells her.

“To be fair,” Gemini drawls as he drapes his arm over Syn’s shoulder. “I was fucking her ass in that video, but I would love to be buried balls deep in her pussy again, how about now?”

Beside me, Syn hasn’t moved. When I glance up at him, I find him staring down at me, his expression unreadable. If he expects me to feel remorseful, he’s going to be disappointed.

I arch an eyebrow at him.

Syn turns back to Lissa. “Keep talking, and I’ll make you wish you were dead, because your life will be over.”

“We have your own video,” Royal reminds her. He takes a deep breath. “And while I was too busy having the most amazing sex with Tori to pay any attention to you during your initiation, I’d bet there are alotof people out there who’d like to see you eating out a pussy as someone takes you up the ass, including your preacher father.”

When Royal announces he was having sex with me, Syn’s grip on my hand tightens.

I don’t care how mad he is. He can focus that anger on Royal. I didn’t know who Royal was at the time, and if Royal knew who I was, that’s on him.

Besides, I’m the one who’s currently having her sex life shared with the whole world.

“Not that you’ll have any device capable of streaming it, because when I’ve finished with you and your family, you’ll be trying to find your next meal from a trashcan,” Gemini tells her like it would take him the same amount of effort as it would to take off his jacket, yet Lissa wobbles on the spot, like he’s just hit her.

“Just in case there’s anyone else in the room with a single digit IQ and unable to process what I’ve just said like Carmichael here, let me dumb myself down,” Syn speaks louder, even though the room is silent. “Hurting Victoria is like hurting us. Play with fire, and your family’s bloodline will be incinerated off the fucking planet.”

XI

Tori

“How were the eggs?” Royal asks me. “I can tell the kitchen to make them again if you’re still hungry?”

“I’m fine.” It’s been a while since I’ve left a plate as clear as this, and for once, I’m still not hungry.

As soon as it was clear that no one else had anything to say about his declaration, I’d told Syn I wanted poached eggs on toast for breakfast. It had taken a few moments for him to process what I’d said, but then he asked me how well I wanted them before walking over to the serving area.

Since the start of the year, I’ve never seen Syn, Royal or Gemini eat in this dining hall and serve themselves. While I had no intention of serving them, I didn’t want Syn to instruct one of the Elite to take up that position either—simply because I didn’t trust anyone not to mess with my food.

And of course, I could have gone myself, but I’d thought the opportunity for the shoe to be on the other foot and have Syn serve me was too good to miss.

The three of them separating off to make sure I had cutlery, breakfast, and a drink had certainly caused more hushed whispers in the dining hall, but the act hadn’t left me feeling as satisfied as I’d expected.

Not as much as announcing who the others were in my sex tape.

Gemini promised he’d gotten the video removed from the site, but I know more than one person had downloaded a copy of it. Even though I’ve told everyone in the room who the others in my video are, it’s my name, my face, and my entire body on display—not theirs.

“I’m going to head back.” As I start to stand, Royal beats me to it, moving my chair out of the way before pulling my coat off the back and holding it up for me. The effort he’s putting into this is quite impressive. “Thank you,” I mutter.

“Are you ready for dessert?” Gemini asks with a grin, which instantly has me suspicious.

“Dessert with breakfast?”

Gemini nods and then sticks his hands into his hoodie pocket before pulling them out and holding them in front of me. In his hands are a mess of chains; small loops of bright silver, that glint under the dining hall lights.

“That better not be what I think they are,” Syn tells him in a low voice.

“Well, if you think it’s a pony, you’re safe. I brought Vixen some accessories for our collars.” Gemini’s gleeful eyes are focused on me instead of Syn.

“Is that a leash?” Royal asks.

“Nope.” Gemini’s hands move quickly, and then three separate chains drop from his grip, the ends hitting the table with a metallic clink. “It’s three of them.”

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