Page 17 of G.O.D.S Omnibus

“Put me down, I’m not done with her,” I snap.

He slips me down his body and I look up at him. His thick eyelashes and crystal blue eyes send me into a daze.

“Don’t move. Laughn will take you home.”

I nod, like a stupid lovesick puppy.

“Be a good little puppet and move along,” Chelsea adds.

At that, my daze is gone, and reality hits me full force. I try to duck under Boston’s arm, aiming for Chelsea again, but he tightens his arm around my neck so I can’t break free.

“You’re lucky he’s here to save you, and just to spite your stupid ass, I won’t stay away from the Gods. I may even fuck every single one of them just to piss you off.”

Laughn laughs, adding that he is down for it anytime I am.

“So, you’re a slut,” Chelsea throws out, like being called names is supposed to hurt my feelings.

“Maybe I am, but you should ask yourself why, after all this time, none of them will even look in your direction. You know, it’s pretty sad when Laughn won’t even keep you as his damn pet. He seems to have a new one every few days.”

Not that I would know. I’m just presuming none of them have fucked her. She doesn’t seem like their type: needy. Chelsea storms off, still shouting nasty things about me, and Danika is clapping, but Boston doesn’t seem pleased. I wish I could be back in a head lock when I see the vein in his neck protruding.

“Get rid of her. Now!” Boston demands, stepping around me.

Laughn grabs my hand and pulls me out of the cafeteria.

“What about signing out? I don’t need child services on my ass... Laughn, will you listen to me?” Slamming into his back, I pause, waiting to see what he has to say. His movements are slow, calculating. The hairs on my arms stand on end when he faces me. His black contacts have been replaced with green ones today and no pupil is visible.

“No, you listen,” he says, pushing me into the wall, hand spread across my chest. “You do not call the shots. We are showing you basic kindness because you’re Brennan’s pity project. Do not think for one second it is anything more than that.”

Well, it seems maybe I even pissed him off. His sudden change in attitude throws me off guard.

“Fuck you,” I growl, pushing his hand from my chest.

“I plan to—very soon. Now get in Brennan’s car and follow behind me. Run and you will regret it. You have zero idea what we are capable of.”

I smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes. “You could have just asked nicely. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

My hair clings to my face. I smell like chocolate, and soon I will start to dry. Curdled milk is not a smell you can forget easily.

I skip to the car, Laughn following close behind. Once the vehicle is in sight, I unbutton my vest, shrugging it from my shoulders.

Footsteps and huffing follow me. My blouse is next to go.

“Don’t test me, Jolie.”

“I’m sticky, Laughn.” The sarcasm drips from my voice.

Laughn makes me follow him to his house before we go to Boston’s. His mansion isn’t as big as the Myers’s, but still mind-blowing to someone who has only ever had her own room once—though the reason for that is one I hate to think about.

He leads me up to his room, and I hesitate at his door.

“I won’t bite... this time. We have just stopped off as I have to feed my snakes. Figured we could get it over with and get ready for the party before the others get home.”

I nod slowly.

Snakes. Baby steps. Deep breaths. “You want to feed those death noodles?”

Laughn’s laugh brightens the dimly lit room. “Are you scared of snakes, baby?”

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