“You know what? Why don’t you find five girls to suck you off? I mean, that always makes you feel better.”
Thay cocked his head to the side, the wild in his eyes landing on me in a silent dare.
“Why would I need five when I’ve got you?” he rasped, making Wolfe laugh.
“Fuck you,” I snapped, and Thay’s pupils stretched wide, the tips of his teeth pushing through a crooked smile.
“Yeah, Daph.” He leaned forward, thrusting the key into the ignition and murdering the gas with his foot. “Let’s.”
twenty-four
Daphne: The Monster And The Wolfe
“Have you lost your goddamn mind?” I swatted, straddling the bladed weapon, gunning down Main Street at eighty miles an hour. Thay only laughed, throwing his head back while he swerved around one of the three cars on the straightaway.
“I’d keep low,” he choked out, forcing me to his neck, “unless you want to die.”
Holding my breath, I scrambled for the passenger seat, but he swerved, knocking me flat against him.
“Knock it the shit off,” he ground out when the car corrected back into its lane. “You better stay on my dick like the good, compliant, listening thing you are or I won’t fuck you.”
I panted, a storm of fear and chaos blooming inside my chest.
Did Thay just say he was going to… my brain melted, disbelief thundering through every visible thought.
No. He was being an asshole. There was no way this man would ever touch me that way.
“Put your arms around my neck,” Thay bit out, and I scrunched my nose. “Goddammit, Daphne,” he banked left,hurling me against the driver’s door, and I screeched, clinging to him on instinct.
Asshole.
“Good girl,” he praised, pushing harder on the gas.
“How the hell do you even know where you’re going?” I grimaced, watching the darkness in Wolfe’s expression stretch when he caught me staring at him from the slits in the headrest. It was strange, the way he casually flung his leg over his knee in complete silence.
“We Airtagged your ass before you left Seattle. I always know where you are,” Thay bit back, taking another swing at the fact that I was the antihero in this tale.
“Are you just going to sit there?” I swatted Wolfe’s boot to the floor, but all I got was a grin straight from the devil. I paused, recalling a conversation Nathem had with a recruit who had questions about our triangle.
“Which one is she with?” the boy inquired, drowning in a leather jacket that was three sizes too large.
“Why, do you like her?” Nathem asked, rubbing his tongue over his teeth.
“She’s damn cute.”
“Not to you, she isn’t. And if you say that to either of them, you’re fucking dead,” Nathem explained, pressing a cigarette to his lips. “I am not kidding, mate. Daphne is off-limits.”
“Shit,” the recruit exhaled. “I don’t understand.”
“Look at this way. If Threx doesn’t have Daphne, Wolfe doesn’t have Threx.”
“Okay, but who does she fuck?”
“Wolfe. And because of that, he has them both.”
I did not doubt Wolfe loved me, but he was always playing ten games at once. In his head. In his heart. In his body. There was simply no way of knowing which piece would win, but I had a pretty good record of being the caveat to every rule.
“Fine!” I huffed, which only made him more feral. “You can go fuck yourself, too, then,” I glared. “Or better yet... Why don’t you both fuck each other and leave me the hell alone?”