Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(83)
“Who are you?” I ask, towering over her. Menace drips from my tone, but she’s either too dumb or stupidly brave because she doesn’t even flinch, continuing to run her long nails up and down Galen’s arm. His lips twitch in amusement as he waits to see how I’ll handle it.
“I’m Josie.” She juts her chin out, as if I’ve offended her because I haven’t a clue who she is.
“Well, Josie.” I push myself right into her personal space. “It seems you’re laboring under a misconception. Allow me to set you straight.” I grab her arm, yanking her away from Galen. “What part of we’re married do you not understand?”
She attempts to wrench from my grip, and that pisses me off, so I tighten my hold on her arm and force her to the ground, pinning my boot on her calves to keep her there. She glares up at me, and her cheeks darken with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. But she gets the message, and she stops fighting. “You’re married to Saint. What’s that got to do with Galen?” she hisses.
Her belligerent tone irritates me, and I’m already getting bored. “I married all of them. Check their hands.” I project my voice across the now silent room, ensuring everyone gets the message. All four guys lift their hands, showcasing their black wedding bands. Low murmurs descend across the cafeteria.
“I…I didn’t know.”
“Clearly.” I narrow my eyes to slits, slicing her with imaginary daggers before letting her go. “Next time you touch what belongs to me, I won’t be so charitable.” She gawks at me, her expression a mix of shocked disbelief and jealous anger. “Now fuck off before I change my mind and decide to make an example of you.”
Her nostrils flare and her eyes darken with pure venom as she scrambles to her feet. She looks two seconds away from lunging at me, so I pull my Strider from its sheath, tracing my finger along the sharp blade. “This isn’t an accessory.” I pin her with a deadly look. “And if you’re still here in three seconds, I’ll happily demonstrate just how skilled I am with a knife.”
Caz howls with laughter when she hightails it out of the cafeteria like she’s got a bee up her butt. Guess she’s not so dumb after all.
“That was cruel, Lo,” Sean says, joining the conversation for the first time.
“It was,” I admit, reclaiming my seat. “But it was necessary. The guys don’t have time to fend off hordes of drooling women. I’ve just resolved the issue.”
“That shit still turns me the fuck on,” Saint admits, making no effort to lower his voice.
“Want me to suck you off in the bathroom?” I offer.
“Hell yeah,” Caz replies.
“She wasn’t offering to blow you,” Saint smugly retorts.
“And you got your rocks off in the bathroom at my house yesterday,” Galen interjects.
Emmett almost chokes on his soda. “Is that all you do?”
“Fuck?” Galen smirks, popping a brow.
“Pretty much,” I confess, grinning. “I’ve got four guys to please. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.”
We all burst out laughing, and it’s a much-needed tension reliever.
“Have you heard from Bry?” I ask Saint as we exit the cafeteria later, making our way to class.
“No, and he’s starting to piss me off. How long does it take to talk to your brother?” Saint says, sliding his hand into the back pocket of my jeans as we walk.
“You think he’s still lying?” I ask.
“I think Diesel is correct,” Theo says before Saint replies. “His brother is the issue. Not Bryant.”
“I agree,” Galen says. “Bryant appeared to be telling the truth.”
“Let me call him after school. See if he’ll meet with me. I’ll get to the bottom of it.” I have a good relationship with Bry, and if he’s going to divulge anything to anyone, it’ll be me. If there’s a problem with his brother, we need to know now. Not after he’s gone to the authorities and handed our asses to them on a platter.
“Okay,” Saint relents, kissing me when we reach my classroom. His cell pings in his pocket, and he groans. “Is Sinner still hounding you?” I inquire because he’s been blowing up his phone nonstop since Mom disappeared Saturday night.
Saint nods, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “I can’t ignore him forever. We need to discuss how we’re going to handle him.”
“Let’s deal with Bryant and then agree what to do about Sinner,” I propose.
He pecks my lips. “Okay. Later, queenie.” He smirks, and I flip him the bird behind his back. He walks off laughing.
Asshole.
I’m going to kill Caz if that nickname sticks.
The others kiss me, one at a time, and I’m conscious of eyeballs glued to my back as I saunter into the classroom and take my seat. I know the general populace has questions and that we’re feeding the gossip mill with our PDAs, but I’ve got zero fucks to give.
They are mine, and I am theirs, and everyone needs to learn that irrefutable truth.
I make an effort to focus in class, determined to find some time this week to catch up on my homework, but I lose the battle with my bladder ten minutes before the bell is due to ring, gathering up my books and standing.