Page 42 of Perilous

“Can you look beyond a situation ever?” I ask. “There’s trouble within theLegion.Can’t you see that?”

“Luc sits on the throne,” Demo reminds me.

“Luc can go sit on a ten-inch dildo that vibrates,” Ty spits out.

I’m sorry but hearing Tyrant talk like that makes me laugh.

“You broke Peri,” Vic says to Ty. “I’ve never heard him laugh like this.”

“Ten-inch dildo,” Demo scoffs. “Why not take atwelve-inch Demo?”

“You want to fuck my brother?” Ty asks.

“That conversation can be saved for a different time,” I say, not wanting to get into a rant of Demo talking about cock size and all that. “If you guys need to separate from me. Or protect yourselves. Ty, you have a stake in things now with your girl.”

“My Serafina has no bearing on my decisions,” Ty says, curling his lip.

“It might if your asshole brother suspects you’re up to no good and he makes a move at her,” Peri says.

“If Luc tries something like that, then you three promise me right now we cut him up into pieces and leave the pile on his throne,” Ty proclaims. “And I mean it. Right now. Make that fucking promise!”

I’m first to offer my fist. I’m fine with that. I’d love to hold Luc down and slit his throat with a jagged knife. And then keep going, feeling muscles rip apart like a warm steak. Watch arteries and veins pop and squirt blood. Feel the teeth of the knife grab onto bone, tearing through his neck until his head is detached.

Amazing how I started this conversation but here we are, making Tyrant a promise that we will stand by his side in case something happens to Serafina.

See what happens when you get involved with cunt? It takes over your life. It fucks with your head. You have this sense of vulnerability nearly every second of every fucking day.

“So what’s your plan, Peri?” Ty asks me.

“No fucking clue yet,” I admit. “I need to know more. I’m intrigued by it all.”

“You’re fucking her though, right?” Demo asks. “She’s got to be giving it up, thinking she can win you over with her cunt and escape? That sex has to be wild.”

I ignore Demo again.

“I just need to know more,” I say. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Not her but the situation. Her father isLegion. He wants her back. Yet Luc…”

I see movement from the corner of my eye. Here comes thefuck me eyeswoman from the first floor. She’s in jeans that dance low on her hips. One of those women who wears a thick, baggy sweater, hanging off her right shoulder, wanting to tell the world her tits are the perfect size and perkiness that she doesn’t need a bra and she’s not worried if anyone sees a thing.

“Here we go,” Vic mutters to me. “Another one thinking she wants the four of us at the same time. I’ll bet you twenty grand on it.”

“You need something, doll?” I growl at the woman.

“Need and want,” she says in a sweet voice. “I’m a little lost right now. I think I took a wrong turn.”

“Lost your desire to grind on some guy’s dick through his jeans?” Ty asks.

“She wants the real thing now,” Demo says as he grabs at his cock and lets out a growl.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

She’s inching her way closer to Demo. Like any of us have time for this nonsense right now. Annika is whacked out on pills right now, not sure of her fate because I haven’t made the decision yet on what her fucking fate will be.

Demo leans down toward the beautiful woman. She wraps her arms around his neck. Her shirt pulls up, showing off a lower back tattoo.

I glance at Vic and he smirks. He mouths the wordtargetat me. I shake my head. Demo and Vic have a theory that women with lower back tattoos love getting fresh loads of cum tossed at them right there like the ink stain is a target.

Demo lifts back up and pulls the woman close to him.

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