Sinful: A Dark Asylum Bully Romance (The Boys of Chapel Crest Book 5)
Sinful: Chapter 58

Life had returned to normal. Mostly. We had that rabbit shit looming over our heads. Knowing the prick who hurt Sirena was out there drove me to the edge of my sanity. I still needed to have a word with Asylum/Mirage over him meeting up with her and not coming out with it. That shit pissed me off. I was attempting to take things slow. She was happy, so I was. Again, mostly.

I’d been back a week. Classes were fine. We were fine for the most part. Having Sin home should have felt good, but it didn’t. I figured that had more to do with me trying to trust him again than anything else.

But I’d read their notes to one another. I’d seen the way he fucked her in front of us. I’d never seen him that way before, and I’d seen him with a lot of women, including Bells, whom he had been head over heels for.

This love was different for him. It had changed him. Even I could see that, and I didn’t typically spend a lot of time giving a shit about people’s feelings.

Something felt off. I tossed it aside, assuming it was simply the fact that the rabbit was still running wild and probably watching us, knowing he’d been balls deep inside our girl just weeks before. Probably smirking and feeling like a god.

I wound my arm tighter around Sirena’s waist as we finished classes for the day. I’d had her in my bed last night, and Sin had her in his the night before. Ashes the night before that. And then Stitches crawled in with them, leaving me and Sin to sit in the living room. We’d silently agreed to play a video game and hadn’t physically killed one another, although the fighting game we played would suggest it wouldn’t be long.

I called that progress.

“Hey, Sunday.” Cady bounded up to us and draped her arm over Sirena’s shoulder, Bryce right beside her.

“I hope you’re not talking to me,” I grunted.

She rolled her eyes. “Of course I am, Churchy boy. Sunday. Church. Get it?”

“It’s not funny if you have to explain it,” Bryce muttered.

We stopped at Sirena’s locker. I watched her meet Bryce’s eye, her cheeks blooming pink. The smallest smile touched his lips before he cleared his throat and looked away. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was going to reach for her hand.

I had to cool myself off. Struggling over the entire Sin thing had me worn out. I knew what I’d told Sirena about her choosing but for fuck’s sake. Anyone but this shithead. Bryce Andrews wouldn’t be able to keep up with us. Ever. He was our polar opposite. The only thing he probably ever killed was a pint of vanilla ice cream.

“Andrews,” I snapped at him. “Why are you here?”

“I came to see Sirena,” he answered without missing a beat. “We barely see one another anymore. I think that sucks. I’d like it remedied.”

I looked him up and down, taking in how he had his uniform perfectly pressed and his tie tied. Mine was barely held together because fuck this place and everyone who ran it.

“You would?” I snickered at the audacity. “Not happening, cupcake.”

His cheeks darkened. “Maybe I wasn’t clear, Dante. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

I blinked in surprise at him before snapping out of it and taking a dangerous step forward.

Sirena was quick to intervene and get between us.

“I assure you no is my answer, and your response is to walk away before I rip your dick off and stuff it into your mouth like it’s your new pacifier.”

“Good grief. Chill.” Cady grabbed my hand and gave me a tug back. “They’re friends. And who cares if it turns out to be more? You’re not the boss of her.”

Cady was pissing me off.

“She’s mine.” I ripped my arm away from Cady. “I own her.”

“She’s not a pair of pants you can stick your dick in,” Cady surged back. “Seriously, Rina, what do you see in him?”

Sirena was growing more upset as the seconds ticked by.

“What’s going on?”

I looked to the newcomer.

“Asylum,” I muttered back in greeting.

“Mirage,” he corrected. “Is everything OK?”

“No, it’s not,” I snapped at him. “We’ve discussed this before. You know it’s not.”

“We have?” Mirage wrinkled his forehead at me. “When? And what isn’t OK?”

I let out an exasperated breath, forgoing what Asylum had told me about letting nature run its course. “Fucking lunatic. When I saw you in the Underground. I told you I wasn’t OK with Andrews trying to hone in on Sirena.”

Mirage nodded. “Right, well, that wasn’t me. That was Asylum. Sometimes I don’t get those messages. My apologies.” He tapped the side of his head.

Motherfucking mental case. I thought my shit was bad, but it was hard to keep up with Asylum and his many fucking personalities. That made him unreliable.

“I’m not unreliable,” he said to me, his voice soft. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t have that opinion of me.”

I breathed out hard. This was pissing me off.

“Andrews, fuck off,” I said, turning my focus back on him. Sirena placed her hand on my chest and shook her head at me.

“I’ll go with them,” Cady said.

“So will I,” Mirage added. “Besides, don’t you have therapy in a few minutes? I happen to have it on good authority that Stitches took a piss on Sister Janice’s desk during his Bible study class. So. . . he’s going to be late getting here because he was assigned lines or a week in the hole. Obviously, he took the lines.”

And Ashes and Sin were already at their group therapy. Fucking damnit.

I knew I was beat here. It helped that Cady and Asylum—er, Mirage—were going to be with them. Even though he confused and pissed me off more than anything, I did trust him.

“Fine.” I relented, hating that I had to. I never relented. Fuck.

I placed my hands on Sirena’s waist before kissing her. She immediately gave me her submission, which encouraged me to prove who she belonged to in front of Andrews. When I broke the kiss off, she was breathing hard, her lips swollen from my kiss.

“Be good,” I warned her. “Remember what we talked about.”

She said nothing, but she didn’t need to. She was a good girl when she had to be. And in this instance, she needed to be because I wasn’t ready to share again.

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