Page 29 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“Scarlett is Lola’s biggest tormenter. Don’t you think that’s going a little too far?”

My whole body tenses at the mention of that cunt’s name.Are you fucking kidding me? They’re going to fuck her? Out of all the girls they could be with, why HER?

“I know, and that’s why I hate her. She’s a desperate little whore who’s been trying to get on our dicks for years.”

“Then why give her what she wants?” Jasper growls, frustrated.Me too, my dude, me too.

“Because,” he sighs with a heavy breath. “What better way of telling her she will never be ours than doing deranged fucked up shit to her while we call her by the name of the girl she hates the most? Nothing will hurt her ego more than that. She can’t do shit now that she signed the contract. The moment she signed her name, she became ours to do with as we please. She can yell stop, she can cry no all she wants, but we get her until we’re done with her. She knows the rules and the risks involved. She read it all before she signed.”

I’ve wondered what their contract consists of. I’ve seen what they do and know their sexual appetites. They’re beyond intense. Sick is what it is. Still, that’s what I want, every single crazy thing they do, I want it done to me.

Soon, I’ll be all they need for the rest of their lives. No random women, no contracts. Just a lifetime of me meeting their every need.

“You’re lucky I’ve been wanting to watch that bitch cry. To make her beg and plead for mercy. If it wasn’t for the fact that her father is part of the Brotherhood, I’d have killed her the first time she fucked with Lola.”

Okay, swoon, because any time a man kills for you, it’s romantic as fuck.

“We’re going to have to settle for making it a near-death experience for her. It’s been a while since I witnessed the watery fear in their eyes when they think that they’re not going to make it outalive,” Wesley says, closing his eyes and groaning as if he was imagining it.

“Wecouldkill her. Like you said, she signed the contract, she knows it’s a risk.”

“We could.” Sylas’ voice has both of them looking over. “But she’s from one of the higher families. It would cause waves.”

“Higher families?” Jasper growls. “Please. Her father was married into this world. His bloodline doesn’t even have any connections. It’s her mother’s that does, and she’s dead.”

“True,” Sylas agrees. “Still, my uncle is already on my back enough as it is. The last thing I need is for him to have a legitimate reason to try to take my place as head of the family.”

Sylas’ father died two years ago, and as his successor, Sylas took his place as the head of the Reid family. That makes Sylas one of the youngest CEOs in our society, and puts him in charge of his father’s pharmaceutical company. In addition to his rightful spot in the Brotherhood.

It’s a big responsibility, and despite his carefree, funny guy demeanor, Sylas takes his job very seriously.

“Fine, whatever. Can we just get this over with? We have an early flight tomorrow,” Jasper huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. Crouching down, I bring up my phone and snap more photos. My favorites are the ones with all three of them.

“Where is she, anyway?” Wesley asks.

Sylas looks down at his phone before returning his attention to the guys. “She’s on her way.”

“Let’s go make sure everything is set up.” Jasper steps into the mausoleum, the other two follow after.

As soon as they’ve all entered, I let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t believe this is happening," I mutter. I should find her and kill her. Can’t fuck someone who’s dead… right?

Oh god, is that something they’re into? I mean, I'm not one to judge, but I’ve been around dead bodies my whole life, and trust me, nothing about them is a turn on. Plus, the smell! Ugh.

The distraction of my inner ramblings makes me miss Scarlett’s arrival. Just in time, I see her take a quick look around before stepping into the mausoleum.

Fuck. There goes my opportunity. What do I do now? Sit around and wait while they do god-knows-what to her?

Thinking about them inside her makes me want to puke. But I do like the fact that they will be calling out my name and imagining it’s me when they do it. I wish I could see her face when she realizes it’s me they want and not her. The satisfaction of it might be worth it.

Of all the nights to not have Skittles cam-ed up. Damn it.

Well, I could always go find a drink.

Nah. I’d rather stay in control with a clear headspace. If I were to drink, I might give in to one of those intrusive thoughts.

Instead, I decide to walk around and read the names and dates on each gravestone, at least the ones that are still legible.

It feels like hours by the time I wander back to the mausoleum.