Page 61 of Ruin

I type the message, and wait for a reply. I should be scared, but I’m not. If they want a fair fight, I won’t lose. I refuse to fucking lose.

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We will meet, and it won’t be when I kill you.We will meet before that, a few times.

I read the message out loud for Cain and we both smile at the same time. The moment we know who it is, we’ve won. I’ll have my brothers next to me, and there is nothing that will stop us. Now it’s the waiting game, and I don’t mind waiting. It might make killing him more fun.

“Autumn wants a family lunch. You, Lileah and the others better be there. Sunday.” Cain isn’t asking if we are free, he is telling us we are.

“We will be there. Do you want to stay for a bit?” I ask him. It’s been a while since I’ve spent time with him, which doesn’t involve The Pit.

“Sure, Lincoln has the club sorted.” Cain places his bottle to the side and gets under the hood to work on the car with me.

The pervert and the family are a thought for another day, because right now, I want to enjoy my evening with the man who has faith in the family, and I have complete faith in him.

* * *

I have no idea where Trixie was today because she wasn’t at school. She’s ignored my messages, which pissed me off, and I’m still currently pissed off. When I see her, I’m going to make sure she knows not to do it again. What I’m going to do to her I have no idea, but I’ll think of something when I see her.

A part of me wants to go to her house to see what is more important than seeing me, but I have a lot of things to do. One of those things is making sure I know what the pervert bastard was up to. I’m still not happy about Cain not letting me kill him. The man doesn’t deserve to be breathing, and I hate myself a little more knowing he is. But I’m going to make sure I kill him slowly.

I check the time. I sent Trixie a message telling her she was coming to the party tonight. If she wasn’t at my place by six, then I will be coming to get her, kicking and fucking screaming if I have to. Then I sent her another message telling her she should wear the dress I made her design when I was at her house studying.

“What time are you getting there?” Lileah asks, and I pull my attention away from my phone and look at her outfit before locking eyes with her. “Declan, it’s not even bad,” she snaps at me before I even say anything to her. Not fucking bad. I can almost see her ass. There is no way she’s wearing that fucking dress.

“You think you’re leaving the house looking like that? I fucking dare you.” My warning is enough for her to know I’m not fucking about, too. I hear her cuss under her breath, but I choose not to say anything. I don’t want to take out my anger I have for Trixie on my sister.

“Declan-”

“Lileah, I said fucking change,” I snap at her, but she’s not looking at me but over my shoulder, with a smile spread across her lips.

I turn around and have to bite my tongue, and I mean physically bite it to stop myself from making any sound, because fucking hell, she looks amazing. The dress I designed looks like it should be on a runway show, with her wearing it. Her tattoos peeking through the dark blue lace on her arm, sexy legs which I want to wrap around my waist so bad, as my dick is hard as a fucking rock. I never thought someone who wears so much black could look so fuckable.

The messed up thing is, she has no idea how god damn sexy she is. Crazy.

I smile when I see her boots. The front has a blue lace with the ribbon lace details. She matched her boots to the dress. The chains have a dragon on the side of them, there are a few chains on the boots.

Moving my eyes up her tattooed legs. I already know she’s designed every single one of them. The dress looks amazing. Continuing my journey up her body, I stop at her neck. Now this is a new tattoo. A barbed wire wrapped around her neck, blood dripping from where the wire has pricked her skin. Without even looking up at her I hold my finger up and tell her to turn around.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself. The dress is backless and I see the barbed wire coming from the back of her neck, connecting to the dragon which she has there.

Trixie turns back around, and it’s taking everything in me not to fuck her right now, that’s how sexy she looks. I want to taste her, I want her mouth around my dick, I want my dick buried deep in her tight pussy. I want every ounce she can give me.

Fuck.

I feel a slap on my arm again. “Declan!” Lileah shouts my name, which, by the sounds of it, she’s been shouting it a few times, and I didn’t hear her.

“Why were you not at school today?” Ignoring Lileah, I ask Trixie.

Wasn’t feeling well.

“Was it your fingers that were hurting, as you didn’t reply to my messages? What was wrong?” I ask and it makes her body tense up, and I wonder what she’s hiding, because it’s something.

Time of the month.

I lick my lips, and a little gutted I can’t taste her sweet pussy tonight. “Lileah, go get changed-”

“Declan-”

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