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The blonde ignored me, turning her attention to Lucas again. “What’s your name Mr. Hotty?’’ Goddess, what was up with the nicknames. Lucas looked at her with disgust, but she didn’t care. “ A man as hot like you clearly needs a woman like me to help you relax. You look tense. Goddess, look at those hands.’’ She stared at my mate’s hands like she actually wanted to lick them. The sight made me sick. “Listen blondie, take a step back.’’ Sabrina spoke. She turned to Sabrina with a faux-sweet smile. “You must be Sabrina,” she said, extending her hand like this was some kind of friendly introduction. “Hi, I’m Brittney.”

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

"But Elder Luna, she—" "I said enough." Sarah moved beside me. Her presence radiating the kind of power that made Brittany shrink back visibly. "These girls work hard for this pack. They deserve kindness. Not cruelty. This isn't how we treat family. This isn't who we are." Brittany looked toward Jason for support. He remained silent. Watching with those calculating eyes that saw too much. "Fine." Brittany spat the word when she walked pass me. "But don't think this is over. You've made an enemy today. A dangerous one."

“You’re a duo. ‘Shadow and Siren.’ And as punishment for disrupting my club… a very wealthy client has just paid a fortune for a private session with both of you. Right now.” My stomach drops. Brittany’s eyes meet mine — wide, furious, and filled with something darker. We’re both trapped.

She comments as she bites on her lower lip. “ Yeah, plus I love food.” I eat like there is no tomorrow. “ So where is Santino’s brother?” “ Oh Maximo, he is on a business trip. He will be back after three days I think.” She answers sounding unsure. I still don’t know who she is in this household.

“Maybe the job will pay really well. And, yes, there are earthquakes occasionally, but Montana has a very harsh and long winter. And there are airplanes, Megs… San Diego would be a great place to visit.” “Yes, of course.” Meghan’s quick response was forced. And as the others made their way back to the table the Thomas clan was occupying, Starlight lingered by the refreshments. While she appreciated Meghan’s determination to keep her involved, she didn’t want to intrude. After all, she was a stranger.

"Lauren was always the fucking outcast. She was a person who- " I wanted fucking fight her, yet Brittany spoke up before I had the chance. "Just so you know." She started. "Lauren and Kaitlyn did everything together. They worked for years to develop that connection that you could never form. Lauren, learned to help Kait through her darkest moments, and ease her down." She paused only for a moment, exhaling a breath. "Like what you have with Erin, Lauren has that connection with Kait. She has that with my sister," Brittany was the one getting enraged now. "Who is fighting for her god damn life right now!"

He asked, breaking her away from her trance. "Mm I think I sprained my ankle a bit " Brittany said. Under the watchful eyes of everybody , Vince lifted Brittany up carrying her in his arms and walked out of the Class. Omg is Brittany dating senior Vince ?!! Did you guys see that ?!!!! Senior Vince carried her in his arms!!! I wish it was me!!! I have to get close to Brittany maybe she can help me win senior Jamie over!!! Gina , Vince's younger sister , glared at the girl who made the last remark.

The diamond-studded clutch in her hand glimmered beneath the light. “Who are you looking for?” Trisha asked, handing her a glass of champagne. “Anna, of course,” Brittany said with pride, her red lips curving in satisfaction. Trisha almost choked on her drink. “You should stay away from that woman, Brit. You already got what you wanted.” “I know,” Brittany replied, eyes narrowing slightly. “But I find joy in messing with her.” Her smile faded into a scowl. “I despise that woman.” Trisha sighed, shaking her head. But before she could say more, gasps rippled through the crowd. Brittany turned—and froze.

That sounded about right. Of course Zayne went along. He was a sadist who hated women, of course it wouldn't matter to him. “I'm not surprised, I realized how much of a bitch she is after just a few seconds talking to her.” “And why on earth would any woman feel special being Zayne's personal sex toy?” I asked in disbelief. Penny smiled and squeezed my hands. “You're obviously not like the other girls, miss Brittany.” She said. I rolled my eyes. “Oh please, Penny. Just call me Brittany.” I told her.