Page 35 of Jezebel's Liberation

“Fifty bucks, Prez,” Grim signs.

“Not the fucking time, Grim,” Malice says as he narrows his eyes at me.

“What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?” I demand with my hands on my hips, Demon and Phantom flanking me on either side. As soon as I crawled over Demon, both of them sprang into action.

I guess both of them have my back.

Usually I’d sign, but I’m too pissed. Grim can read my lips if he wants to know what's going on, and judging by the smirk on his face, he has a pretty good idea. This isn’t the first time Grim’s shown up at my house to find me in a compromising position. Unlike the other two dickheads standing in front of me and judging what they see, Grim’s not fazed one bit. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall to watch the show.

Soul and Malice step forward, grabbing my arms to pull me out of my room. I’m about to kick both their asses when Demon rips me from their grasp, pushing me behind him. Phantom is at my back, and he wraps his arms around my waist, holding me in place.

“Keep your fucking hands off my woman,” Demon sneers.

Soul pushes Demon back. “Your woman? I told you she was off fuckinglimits!”

“I’m right here, and can speak for myself,” I huff.

Soul looks from Demon to Phantom, who hasn’t released me. “You might want to rethink that,brother.Seems to me like Jez is spreading her le?—”

I break free from Phantom and charge at my twin.

Crack!

Soul doesn’t have time to protect himself from my slap, and his mouth drops as he cups his cheek.

“You donotwant to finish that sentence. Twin or not, I’ll bury you,” I seethe. “Get the fuck outta here.”

Phantom tugs both me and Demon away, taking a protective stance in front of us. “You heard her.”

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but she’s one of ours.” Malice’s eyes narrow at Phantom. “We’re not fucking leaving until we talk.”

“Fuck you, Malice!” I try to step around Phantom. “Yes, you ar?—”

Grim pushes off the wall and gets in between us and them. He looks over his shoulder at me and winks, and I reel back, wondering what the heck he’s up to. Grim’s hands start moving rapidly.

“Time to go,” he signs.

I should’ve known Grim would have my back and get these assholes out of here.

Soul scoffs. “I’m not leaving until I talk to my sister and kick this fucker outta my club for disobeying a direct order.”

Grim’s face turns murderous. “Your club? Last time I checked, it’sourclub. You might be President, but you don’t dictate who loses their patch without a vote.”

“Fine,” Soul grumbles. “But I’m still not leaving without talking to my twin.”

“We’ll meet you downstairs in ten minutes,” Phantom announces.

“The hell we will,” I sass.

“You heard him,” Demon confirms.

Grim pushes Soul and Malice out of my room and shuts the door behind him. I’m fuming as I pull on a pair of loose-fitting shorts, while Demon and Phantom grab their t-shirts and yank them over their heads.

“I can’t believe you told them we’d still talk to them,” I complain as I yank open the door.

“Babe,” Phantom says softly. “We need to show a united front. They were gonna find out sooner or later. Better to rip the band-aid off now.”

He’s right, but that doesn’t mean I have to like the way the events of the morning are unfolding. What is with everyone breaking into my house whenever they feel like it?

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