Page 164 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“As if you have any room to talk,” I snarl. “Did you fuck with Nola on New Year’s?”

Wesley raises a brow, wondering how I found out. Then his brows furrow. “She told you?”

“She told me you made out with her and she fucking jerked you off.”

Wesley’s lip curls into a smug grin. “Yeah, she did.” He chuckles. “Was pretty fucking hot. Didn’t know my Little Rabbit had it in her.”

“What?” Sylas glares at Wesley. “You got to touch her? How the fuck is that fair? I had to go jerk off in the men's bathroom like some pathetic loser.”

“Really?” Garrett huffs out a laugh. “That’s rough, man.”

“Shut up.” Sylasflips him off.

“How do you know any of this?” Wesley asks. “When did Nola tell you this?”

“I just dropped her off, and she spilled your dirty little secrets. Wanna explain why you did exactly what we agreed not to do?”

“Why were you with Nola?” Sylas asks.

“That’s none of your business,” I snarl.

Wesley grins wider, and I want to punch that smug grin from his stupid face. “You broke the rules too, didn’t you?” Wesley laughs. “You fucking hypocrite.”

“Shut up.” My voice shakes because I’m on the verge of losing it.

“He totally did. What the fuck, man? You wanna get mad at us, but you’re doing the same thing?” Sylas demands.

“I don’t know why you three don’t just claim the girl as yours. You’re all clearly obsessed with her. You want her. So why not take her?” Garrett asks.

“We have our reasons,” I reply.

“Jasper thinks we’re too fucked in the head when it comes to our sexual preferences, and he doesn’t want us to corrupt her pure as white soul. So he’s banned us from ever being with her.”

Garrett’s eyes widen before he bursts out laughing.

“What the fuck is so funny?!” I demand, his laughter pissing me off.

“You guys are ridiculous. You should give the girl the benefit of the doubt. You might have known her for years, but you don’t actually know her. Maybe try that before making these big life-altering decisions.”

“What the hell do you know?” I ask him.

“I don’t.” Garrett holds his hands up in defence. “I’m just saying, don’t judge a book by its cover. Actually, open it up and read it. You never know, there could be a plot twist you never expected."

“What the hell is this asshole going on about?” Wesley asks.

“I don’t know.” I wave him off. “I’m lifting the ban.”

“On Nola?” Sylas asks hopefully.

“No,” I snarl. “On not fucking-other-women. I’m lifting it. Mardi Gras is next week. We’ve got some making up to do.”

“Fuck yeah!” Sylas crows. “I could suck your dick right now. I'm so grateful.”

“You sure you're not gay?” Garrett asks, smirking at Sylas. “There you go with the dick sucking again. If you want it that bad, just go for it.” He thrusts his hips forward.

“Put your dick anywhere near me and I’ll fucking cut it off.” Sylas grins.

I’ve been on edge since the realization that a few of the girls who wound up dead somehow had a connection to us. At first, I thought it was a rival organization initiating some kind of attack on the Brotherhood by trying to frame us as sloppy serial killers, but then bodies started showing up that held no relevance to us.