Page 94 of Savage Enemy

“Fuck you!” Aris screamed.

He launched his fist into my face, and I flew onto the floor.

My teeth ached inside my spinning head, and I immediately recognized the taste of more blood in my mouth.

I spat it on the filthy area rug and pulled up onto my knees.

“No thanks. I only fuck real men.”

His boot cracked into my stomach, the force sending me flat on my back again.

I rolled into a fetal ball to protect myself while heaving and unable to get up. Maybe it was a good thing I hadn’t eaten for days.

My bedroom door burst open, and Marco’s booming voice bounced off the walls.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Aris pointed at me lying on the floor.

“This little bitch still needs to learn her fucking place.”

I sucked in a ragged breath while hugging my ribcage.

“Aris needs to learn how to not be such a sensitive little bitch. All I did was mention his addiction to Payless ads.”

Marco shook his head.

“You’ve been gone for a while. He upgraded to buying used underwear from female prisons years ago.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Aris shouted, “I swear to God, I’ll?—”

“You’ll what?” Marco said, advancing on him.

I scooted out of the way as my brothers squared off toe to toe. Aris had an inch or two on our older brother, and Marco was a big man in his own right.

“What, Aris? You’ll beat me like you beat your own twin? I’m not a woman who can’t fight back, asshole. You hit me, I’ll hityou back harder. You should understand this by now. I want you to think carefully about what happened the last time you came at me.”

Aris’s cheeks turned bright red, and he gnashed his teeth.

“But she needs to?—”

Marco stepped forward, backing Aris to the door.

“What she needs isn’t your concern,” Marco growled.

“Fine, but?—”

“You have work to do, so I suggest you go fucking do it.”

Aris pivoted around Marco’s body.

“No, someone needs to teach her a lesson. You won’t do it.”

Our older brother grabbed Aris by the throat.

“If you don’t get the fuck out, yes, someone’s gonna learn their lesson, painfully, violently, and it won’t be her. Are you really that excited about another trip to the hospital?”

Marco shoved my twin toward the door.

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