Page 149 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter. I want her gone. I can’t fucking keep doing this.

Every time I’m around her I have to find what little self-control I have and keep my fucking hands to myself.

Sylas tried to bring up possibly testing her to see if, with these new changes in our girl, maybe she could handle us now.

Jasper shot it down. Didn’t even give it a second thought.

He’s right, though, and we know it.

Just because Nola has become a little braver and bolder that doesn’t mean she’s anywhere close to being able to handle us or our lifestyle.

Jasper makes it seem like we would be depraved all the time. And, sure, none of us are prince charming, but we’re not total monsters either. If we can respect Callie and treat her well, I’m sure outside of the bedroom, we could do the same to Nola.

Our sexual preferences are the main reason why we’ve agreed to never pursue her.

And seeing how sex is a big part of our day-to-day life, an issue would arise around every corner.

At least, that was our main concern until some fucking dumbass felt the need to go around murdering girls we’ve shown an interest in.

It’s been months of this, and the police are no closer to catching this killer.

I’m tempted to try and find this menace to take care of him myself, especially if it means I can go back to losing myself in a woman whenever I please to distract myself from not being able to have Nola.

I’m getting fucking blue balls.

And I think Jasper is full of shit. Despite what it looked like at first, whoever the killer is, they're not out to get us.

I’ve fucked at least three women over the past few months, and they’re all still alive and well… I think? I don’t fucking know. I don’t check on my past hookups. But I haven't seen their names in the news, so I’m guessing they’re still breathing. Not that I care. I’m just trying to prove a point.

Jasper and Sylas don’t know because I would really like to avoid being bitched out by the both of them. It always gives me a headache.

Not sure what Jasper expects to happen, though. Are we supposed to become monks or something until this killer is found?

It’s fucking ridiculous.

Pulling my pack of smokes from my pocket, I pull one out and light it up. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply and hold it in before blowing it out.

“Are you going to stay here all day?”

My eyes snap open. Swinging my gaze to the left, I see Nola standing outside my car window.

“Fuck’s sake,” I mutter, blowing out the smoke. “What are you doing here?” I ask, raising a brow.

“It’s New Year’s,” she says, like that explains anything.

“I’m aware of that,” I grumble, taking another puff.

“Callie invited me over. She’s having a party.”

“Like hell she is,” I growl. “That girl is banned from having parties in this house ever again.”

Nola rolls her eyes at me. She. Fucking. Rolls. Her. Eyes.Who the hell does this brat think she is?

“It’s a low-key party with just us. As in me, her, you, Sylas, and Jasper. Oh, and well, I invited Garrett.” She grins. “Callie is pissed off at me. But I believe those two are soulmates, and if she just gave him a chance, I know they would be good together.”

“Soulmates,” I repeat dryly. “This isn’t some fairytale.”

“I know that.” Her brows furrow. “But it’s obvious Garrett cares about her.”