Page 59 of Pretty Little Fears

“YouwantEmmett?Youcan have him.Gofetch, dog.”Ifinish.Ipick up my unfinished drink, say a quick goodnight toAspenandVerena, and retreat to my room.

Inbed,Isip on the rest of my drink and wonder if coming here was the right decision for me.Thedisappearances on campus,Emmett’sundying obsession for me, and nowLorelei’srelentless hate towards me.Whatelse could this semester possibly have in store?

Shuttingmy door,Imake my way over to my bed and throw myself down onto the comforter while releasing a heavy sigh.

Obviously, she can't have him.ButIwasn’t about to have that fight with her.Iknow whereIstand in his life.Emmetthas made it crystal clear, from day one, thatI’mhis.

Andhe’s mine.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

EMMETT

It'sthe dead of night whenIexit my room to meet the others.They'rewaiting in the living room, all of us dressed in black slacks and matching button downs.Weeach have a pair of dark combat boots on.

Grimm,Eli, andJadenall have their hair styled formally and their pinkies adorning the signature brotherhood ring.Thegold material glints in the light with every movement of their hands.

I'madjusting my cuffs asIclose the distance between myself and them.

“Areyou all ready to go?”Elijust gives me a nod whileGrimmpumps his fists.

“Fuckyeah, let’s go kill this motherfucker!”Hesays with a huge smile.Shakingmy head,Ilet out a small chuckle.Ifthere’s one thingGrimmenjoys, it's inconsequential murders.

Jadenfollows it up with a slap to my back, “Let'sgo.”

Wemake our way out of the house and head over to our bikes.Myself,Eli, andGrimmhave identical blacked out bikes, whereasJaden’sis a deep blood red that almost looks black unless it's in the right lighting.Weeach climb on our bikes, pulling on the helmets.Oncesecured,I’mturning on the intercom system so that we are able to communicate with one another as we ride.

Pullingout one by one, we start heading towards the warehouse.Theassignment,Mr.TravisYoung, thinks we’re meeting to close a deal with him on some drug running in his city.Poordude doesn't realize, he is the deal.Aswe pull onto open backroads,Irev my engine and speed up.

EliandGrimm’slaughter fills my helmet andIlook over to see them popping wheelies as they drive.Jadenshakes his head as he pulls further ahead, seemingly not interested in their games right now.Thattype of shit is usually right up his alley, making me wonder what caused his sour mood.

Ilook back over at them as they act like idiots.WhenEliis carefree like this, it's great, a stark difference from the blank personality he has.It’snot his fault though, he’s different when it comes to showing emotions.

Theride gives me a bit of time to clear my head.Except, asIattempt to rid myself of any and all thoughts,Blairrepeatedly comes to mind.Alittle smile forms under my helmet.

Mylittle obsession.

ThepeaceIfeel whenIthink of her is greater than the emptiness that previously filled my heart and the booming negative thoughts that constantly floated in my head.Ilet the thoughts of her consume every corner of my brain whileIride.

Andshe does.Sheconsumes every fucking inch of my mind.

Idon't know when my obsession for her began to turn and morph into more of a genuine connection.Blairhas cut open my chest and dug her little claws into my heart, effectively forcing it to beat solely for her.

Theneed for her that thrums in my veins is whatIwould imagine injecting drugs is like.Theall consuming feeling she brings me is unlike anythingI'vefelt before.Iwant to keep her forever, my beautiful little obsession.AndIwill.BecauseBlairis mine.

Shewill always be mine.

Shebelonged to me the moment she stumbled into me with her sugary coffee and raised those pretty little eyes to mine, capturing me, swallowing me whole.Sheis the one who made me feel.

Itwill be my ring she wears on her finger, my baby in her stomach, my cock she cums on.

Forever.

Fuck.Ireach down and adjust my hardening length.Itisn't untilIhearJadenover the intercom thatI'mpulled from my thoughts of the future, realizingIspent the last thirty minutes thinking of her.

“We’rehere.”Hesays.Thelarge warehouse looks like a giant metal box.Nowindows line the sides, besides the small frosted one on the door to enter.Pullingup, we park and cut our engines.Takingoff my helmet,Icheck our surroundings.There'sno sign of life, allowing me to believeTravisisn't aware of the fate that awaits him.

Wedon’t get much information when we’re assigned a task.Weget a name, where we go to meet them, and what they believe the meeting is to be about.We’retold that the reason for their demise is due to threats to the brotherhood.Whetherthat's an individual member or the society as a whole, we don't know nor is it our job to care or ask questions.

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