Page 84 of Made for Cyn

The last time I was here, Cyn fucked Shelby, a woman I haven’t officially met but whom I hate on principle. After which, he took me home when I demanded more than a seedy fuck, leaving me sad in the face of his ability to walk away so easily.

So much has happened since then it seems like a lifetime ago, but I’ve been avoiding him, and I’m not sure now is a good time to break that, especially after surviving a shootout at a rival’s house in which I was there to fuck said rival.

And even though it’s none of his business because clearly he’s not exclusive, assuming he’s still interested, this reeks of a bad idea.

“Why are we here?” I ask, turning to Iris, who’s gazing blankly out the window.

“Because we can’t go home,” she says quietly.

Searching her expression, I come away cold because part of me doesn’t believe her, and I wonder if this is a booty call with Cyn. She wouldn’t be so cruel as to bring me along for that, right? But I just don’t know anymore because her behavior is becoming increasingly erratic, as though she’s slowly losing what’s left of her self-control.

Clearing my throat, I say, “Are you—you’re not . . .? Please tell me we’re not here because Cyn is here.”

She turns to me with an inscrutable look, and my stomach sinks as I say, “Please tell me you wouldn’t be that mean. Besides, I’m quite sure it’s a death wish to go from Saul to Cyn. He’d lose his mind.”

“It would seem you know more than you’re letting on, cousin,” she sneers. “What else are you hiding from me?”

“What else are you hiding?” I echo through teeth clenched so hard an ache forms in my jaw.

Yes, I’ve kept a few secrets, but this bitch could write a book with everything swirling around in that head of hers, and she’s pulling me along for the dangerous ride.

“Look, don’t worry about Cyn. He doesn’t care who I fuck.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I stare her down. “So, what? I’m not going up there with you.”

“Then don’t,” she snarls, exiting the car and slamming the door behind her.

Helplessly, I watch her stomp away, my heart beating out of my chest because I want to pull her back. I want to make her stay away from him, but I don’t have the right, and it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t matter, or so I tell myself.

After a moment, she stops, her shoulders slumping before she comes around to my side of the car and opens my door. “I lied.”

“About what?” I’m almost afraid to know the answer. Can I handle whatever else she plans to throw my way? Fuck, I’m tired.

“I didn’t fuck Cyn, but not for lack of trying. He didn’t want me,” she says, her eyes frosty.

“Natasha?” I say, the acidic burn of betrayal flowing through me.

“I made sure Natasha and Oscar heard the gossip,” she says, staring over my shoulder.

“Why?” Doesn’t she know how much she hurt me—is hurting me?

“Why? Why didn’t he want me, or why did I try? Well, dear Rain, because my sweet innocent little cousin was reporting back everything I did to the dicks who set me up so they could kick me out. You come along and suddenly, I’m on the outs while you’re queen fucking bee! So fucking stupid,” she mutters before taking off once more.

Staring after her in shock, I’m so relieved that I laugh, but the aching hurt in my chest remains because she did this on purpose, and I don’t know where to go from here. Especially because she’s going to hate me when I refuse to follow through with Saul, and I’m afraid of what she might do as a result.

How did she find out about Cyn’s stupid demands?

I suppose I have a few more answers to the unending questions, but it still leaves me exactly nowhere, with both of them icing me out.

After sulking for a few minutes, I check my reflection and fix my hair with a frown. My pathetic attempt to look good for a guy who fucks around is not lost on me, although at least I can say he hasn’t fucked Iris, assuming she wasn’t lying, anyway.

Tiredly, I make the climb up the short hill toward the sounds of the party trailing from above. As soon as I enter the clearing, I spy Shelby, and she frowns from where she stands next to Cyn.

Clenching my hand at my side, I eye Cyn greedily before Shelby draws my attention by running her fingers over his arm. Noting my frown, her pretty mouth curls in a vicious smirk and she latches onto him like a piranha, waiting for my reaction, no doubt.

Cyn glances down at her before following her gaze, and he raises his eyebrows when he spots me before looking me over with an unreadable expression. I turn my head away because he’s still the dick who fucks around, and I’m still the girl with a fragile heart and ridiculous need, but I can’t resist looking back, and when I do, he smiles coldly at me.

Shelby grabs his ass, and he curls his hand around her waist with a raised brow, but I merely stretch my lips in a macabre smile. I’m done with the games, done with the hurt, and if this is how he wants to play, well, then bring it.

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