Page 155 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

Arms crossed over my chest as I glare down at what’s-his-face from behind my Havoc, I grunt, “The fuck do you mean ‘we’re kidding’? Does it look like we’re fucking kidding?”

It’s Elijah, Tate, Scotty informs me through the always-open bond. And be nice. He’s the reason I’m alive, remember?

I grumble under my breath.

“No, we’re not kidding!” Tiger says excitedly, bouncing from foot to foot like a little kid. “We don’t have to do Game 6! My scary-as-hell Bonded fixed everything and is gonna be empress of the world!” he cheers, throwing his arms up and twirling around on the spot like he thinks he’s some sort of super impressive ballerina.

He’s not.

It took all day for that Exot in the Avri labs to fix our tablets, but he did it, and now they’re safely tucked away in our Bonded chambers. Now, it’s the following morning, and after breakfast, we came straight here as we used to before all this shit went down. We’re not training, but Scotty reminded us that we needed to let the other Players know the news about Final Battles, so currently, the seven remaining Exots and Evots outside of our group are gathered around us in a semicircle.

It feels like it’s been fucking forever since we were last in here with Havoc bossing me around and me struggling not to cum in my boxer briefs (That’s still a daily struggle, but that’s not the point.), and I wish we didn’t have so much shit to do so we could just train for fun.

But when I think about returning to that penthouse below Joseph’s, where a beautifully gagged and bound prickface awaits after we snatched his pathetically still-unconscious form up and tied him up in his own home last night, ready for mine and my baby’s combined punishment . . . Now that’s a turn-on.

Blinking in disbelief, the guy I know to be Iggy smooths a hand over his buzzed head. “Fuck . . .” Then his head shakes like he can’t wrap his head around the news. “How . . . ?”

“That will all be explained soon. I would rather not have to keep repeating myself,” Ezla says tonelessly.

She’s so fucking hot.

Love you to bits, Havoc, baby, I send down the bond as I lick my lips.

I shudder as she sends a dark caress back to me.

Iggy nods slowly in response to her words. “That’s fair.”

“So,” the one with whitish-blond hair starts, and I narrow my eyes at him because he’s staring far too much at my Bonded.

That’s Dex, Alby sends sound the bond, and it sounds a little nervous, as if he thinks I’m about to pummel the guy. And he’s with Jodine—the girl next to him.

Doesn’t mean he can’t secretly be lusting over my Havoc, I growl back, glaring Snowman Hair down.

When his eyes connect with mine, he eyes me warily, as he should, but the little fucking shit doesn’t back down. That being said, the other little shit is gazing all dreamy-eyed up at my girl, too—Dex and Jodine’s Bonded. He looks like an angry motherfucker, his facial expression included, but I know that look from myself considering I also seem to have a naturally pissed-off expression.

“Could you stop staring at me, man? It’s honestly making me a little uncomfortable,” Snowman says.

“Good,” I grunt. “You deserve to feel a lot more than uncomfortable for fantasising about mine and my brothers’ Bonded.”

His eyes widen, and his hands fly up beside his head. “The fuck? I wasn’t! I’ve got a girl.” Those arms lower as he wraps one around Jodine’s waist.

Grunting again, I pin my venomous glare on the kid next. “And what about him?” I spit, fists clenching.

The prick shrugs. “She’s really hot. I’ve always been impressed by you, Ezla.”

My blood boils to the point of evaporation.

Teeth gnashing, I step out from behind my girl, prepared to crush his tiny skull in the palm of my hand. “You little shit—”

Calm, my beast.

Havoc’s words in my mind stop me in my tracks.

As much as I love killing, we have much to do today, and I am exhausted already from the past couple of days. I would like to save my energy for dealing with the Showmaster. We may need him for a few more days, but you and I will be able to have our fun very soon, she tells me. But I can feel her pleasure at my jealousy, and my chest puffs up with pride.

Even though he hasn’t heard the exchange, I send the baby Exot a smug smirk.

His eyes narrow.