Chapter 4

SEBASTIAN POV

I storm into the room with fiery eyes, clenching my fist as it digs through the heel of my palm. My body is as hard as brittle, and the golden brightness in my eyes has totally gone extinct since I walked out on Jane.

I don’t know why I’m being affected by what I just found out about the Diamond girl. A girl I barely know, a girl who I haven’t spoken to but whose silence gets me crazy, summons my demon from the darkest pit of hell.

My friends are back. They are in the room now and suspicious of the way I rush in.

Harper crashes on the large couch, and Weaver is probably taking a break from fucking. Nigga needs his tank to be filled up again before he can pump further into those whores.

“Tell me how to punish a fucking pretender.” I hit the fucking nail on its head because I’m breathing fire at the moment.

I direct the question to Harper, who seems lost in his phone, smiling hard until his eyes seem nearly invisible on his face because they are tiny.

They are tiny yet attractive as fuck; it’s what he uses as his best tool to trap girls into his nest like a bird.

“ Huh? Is there a pretender you are not telling us about?” When he heard the seriousness in my voice, he dropped the

phone down on the side of the couch.

There is a dark chuckle on Weaver’s lips. His dark brown hair is twisted to either side of his face, and it’s barely touching his shoulder. That’s because he reduced the length a few days ago.

“This is a girl who’s gotten on my nerves, and the challenging part is that she doesn’t give a fuck about us. Unfortunately for her, I just found out her darkest secret. However, from henceforth, there is no escape for her.” I twitch and twist my lips.

As soon as I’m done ranting, Weaver and Harper's interest picks up, and their excitement ignites in their eyes, like a wolf ready to devour its prey.

“Whoa, we’ve got some little mouse here. Tell us, who is this girl? Our new little mouse?” Weaver grins. He takes a cigarette from Harper and lights it up.

“She is Diamond . She is a natural fucking blonde, all though she has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. She’s full of pride, and I want to fuck her up and make her crumble before me, especially after she acted like we don’t exist.”

“She did? Fuck, no girl has ever ignored us.” Harper's eyes grow in size; he narrows his eyes, now fucking growing interest in her.

“And what is the dirty secret about? It must be exciting.” Harper's green eyes spark with more mischievous enthusiasm.

“She’s secretly fucked, Mr. Feud. And she’s been fucking acting like a saint all this time. I wonder how she will feel once she finds out that her secret has been exposed to us, our little pretender.” I tics my jawline; the anger I feel is slowly melting into something else that I can’t find a name for, but it’s feel damn exciting. Like a cat who is about to be fed.

“I can imagine. She will either cry first or probably beg. Haha.” Harper adds, The image of her soft lips pleading for mercy from us gives me a boner.

“Sebastian, we need to find her and let the game begin. Gosh, I love to play a lot, especially with our new-found little mouse.” A laugh zaps through his lips, and he puffs out the cigarette from his nostrils.

Harper and Sebastian are drug addicts, but I’m an exception, even though I’m used to inhaling the air that comes out of their nostrils.

“Little Mouse is going to be stunned when she finds us at her doorstep; she has no clue about the things we’ve just found about her.”

“Let’s do something—an initiation of the game; it’s going to be freaking fun.” Weaver suggests something, and it’s the smartest idea ever.

Harper and Weaver throw the leftover cigarette into the ash plates; they jump on their feet from the couch, and we head for the door together as a team.

A team that’s so ready to break a tiny blonde. The excitement shoots up my chest; it is so thrilling and I'm desperate to watch her reaction. How it plays out once she sees our gift at her door step.

We step out of the lounge and hop into Harper’s car. He is in the mood to drive; I’m not, nor is Weaver. I get into the passenger seat of the black G-wagon as the one who knows the way to her house from the detailed description I got from her so-called bestie.

Harper hits the road with speed, as if he’s high in his head. He’s always driven so recklessly, and today of all days is the worst because he’s so excited to meet our little mouse for the first time.

We always love to play, dominate, and conquer. This is where you get to see the wilder side of us—the most scary and the most thrilling.

I direct the motherfucker for the hundredth time until we spot a huge black gate. So this is the house where Little Mouse stays; it’s pretty huge with the modern design of the building.

She is probably from a family that is comfortable. Not too rich like mine, but obviously comfortable from what I can see, but that doesn’t still match up to the pride that she has.

She took pride in pushing everyone away and ignoring everyone, including her best friend. I think they are not friends anymore, which is another reason she was able to spill Anastasia’s secret to me. She wanted to say more, but that one thing she said overruled every other thing she was meant to say.

The house is super secure. We contemplate how we should get it, but we are the three Alphas anyway; nothing is difficult for us. And whenever it appears difficult, then we take it up as a challenge and fucking subdue it.

“I found a place we can pass through.” Weaver hollers at us as he saunters around the gate, looking for ways to get through. Like I said earlier, we always find our way, and now we’re sending our gift across to you, little mouse.