Lust (The Elite Seven #1)(49)

The task considered complete, I was initiated fully without having to do anything or being able to refuse. After what God did for me with Chastity, lying about him being behind the video and my insistent shit to make him join, I couldn’t leave him alone in this. I doubt we will ever know who sent that video in, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m an Elite Seven member, and I got the girl.



Taking the stairs two at a time, I make my way to the kitchen and open the fridge. All my favorite food stares back at me. “I love you, baby,” I say aloud, even though she’s upstairs showering and can’t hear me.

Pulling out the makings for a sandwich, I nearly drop the food when the front door crashes open.

Grabbing a knife from the knife block, I march into the foyer and my feet skid to a stop.

Pride stands before me, wild eyed and covered in…is that…blood? Rush fills the doorway seconds later.

“What happened to you?”

“Where the fuck is she?” he growls.

“Who?” I ask manuevering my body toward the stairs to block them off. If he means my girl, he’ll have to kill me to get to her. The scary fucking thing about that is he looks crazed enough to attempt it.

“Lillian,” he roars, grabbing a vase from the hall table and throwing it against the wall. It shatters into a million pieces across the foyer.

The floor above me creaks.

Pride’s crazy eyes follow the noise. “Where is Lillian?” he barks to Chastity, who is clutching a towel to her body, shaking from tip to toe.

“She’s at her family’s place. It’s just us two here, man,” I placate, holding up my hands, the knife still in my grip. Awkward.

“Tell me what the fuck is going on,” I demand. “Whose blood is that?”

He doesn’t answer, he just slams out the same way he came in.

Whose fucking blood was that?