It’s not that Landon isn’t violent, he is, but that happens on his terms, not anyone else’s.
I honest to fuck have no clue what Dad sees in him and why he chose to personally nurture him. He’s deranged.
And that’s saying something, considering my and Eli’s character.
Landon falls on the bed, that creepy permanent grin still plastered on his face. “How would you have had the chance to be a Prince Charming if she hadn’t been in danger?”
“So you were behind it?” I reach out to him again and he ducks and rolls out of bed.
“Once was me being courteous, twice and I’ll fucking kill you, Cray Cray. We don’t want Uncle Aiden sad, now do we?”
“I mean it. Play your games far away from what’s fucking mine.”
My lungs burn with the words and how true they are. Annika is mine. She was mine long before I even considered it, and I’ll fuck up anyone who attempts to hurt her.
No, I’ll destroy anyone who causes her discomfort. That’s enough to land anyone on my shit list.
I’m not sure where this obsession with her will lead, but I’m committed to seeing it through until the very end.
Especially after the semifinals fight last night.
I was thinking of ways to chain her to me, but she went ahead and got on her knees for me. To Remi’s horror, I’ve never been interested in getting head before, but the moment Annika put my cock in her mouth, I turned into an animal who’s solely driven by primal instinct. And when she let me face-fuck her and swallowed my cum, my beast soared to the surface.
Landon circles me slowly, taking his time with the act. “I thought you were no longer interested in pain, but it seems you’ve found a permanent purging outlet. As I thought, Annika Volkov is the reason you’ve been absent from our bonding time. Is that interesting or what?”
“Erase whatever you’re thinking.”
“Oh? This is way worse than I could’ve anticipated.” He taps his lips with a forefinger. “Take my advice. Stay away from her and her brother and her whole fucked-up entourage. It’ll only screw you up.”
If he thinks that whatever the Heathens do would scare me away, he has no clue what lengths I would go to keep what’s mine.
“Want to go to the club? Vary your tastes?”
I shake my head. The thought of touching anyone but her makes me physically ill.
He shrugs, heads to the door, then stops and speaks over his shoulder, “Still don’t want to join the Elites?”
“No.”
“One of these days, you’ll change your mind. Oh, and you might want to check your phone.”
Then he’s out.
I lie back on the bed and retrieve my phone.
Usually, I do that only to find out if Annika has sent me any texts. She’s the type who likes to take pictures of all the little things she encounters in her daily life and send them over with ‘Isn’t this so cute?’ or ‘I wish I could take this home with me.’
They’re typically cats or dogs or any small creature.
So imagine my surprise when I find no text from her in the past…two hours.
Now, that’s rare.
Normally, she’d be demanding a date or she’d lure me in for a conversation.
Not tonight.
I scroll to the group chat that Remi insists I stay part of. I mute them whenever they start blowing up my phone with notifications.
Remington: Who wants to partyyy?
Eli: Don’t throw it in the house and you can do whatever you want.
Remington: But why? I have privileges in the house.
Eli: Not unless you want to put your balls in jeopardy.
Remington: Bloody hell, mate, no threatening the family jewels. I have a title that I need to keep alive.
Landon: You can always go to a club.
Remington: Be right back. Let me go get my spawn.
Brandon: Creighton’s sleeping.
Remington: Never stopped me before.
Brandon: Don’t wake him up. If you need someone to go with you, I will.
Remington: Awe, I just got tears in my eyes. I knew you were my favorite, Bran.
Remington: Don’t tell Cray Cray.
Landon: @Creighton King
Remington: I’m going to fucking kill you.
What the hell did Landon want me to see? Remi being a clown? Or the fact that he’s out to shag and has successfully dragged Bran along as a sidekick?
A notification appears at the top.
Landon: Forgot you’re a hermit.
Attached is a screenshot from Remington’s Instagram.
He’s posted a selfie where Ava, Cecily, and Annika are standing between him and Bran. And he has an arm around Annika’s shoulders as they smile brightly.