Page 54 of Sincerely, Butterfly

It’s messed up, I know it is, but I can’t help the butterflies that flood my stomach.

“Could have the real thing,”Wesley taunts.“But noooo, someone has to be Mr. Buzz Kill.”

“Don’t even start,”Jasper warns.“We’ve been over this.”

“And I’m saying that I don’t agree.” Wesley steps up to Jasper. “You might be acting like some fucking saint when it comes to her, but you know damn well you’re just as fucked up in the head.”Wesley taps Jasper’s head, making Jasper snarl, his lip peeling back.“You want to do fucked up things to her, to have her on her knees, begging for your cock, begging you to fuck her. To hurt her. For more, more, more. Then, when you're seconds from watching the life drain from her eyes, you want to hear her plead for her life. So you can be the one to save her, when really you're the one she should be afraid of.”

“Pretty sure that’s your fucking fantasy,”Jasper snaps back.

Wesley lets out a low chuckle.“You know what? My bad, you're right. That is my fantasy. But still, you say you want to protect her, when in reality, you want to be her villain. The only protection she needs is from you, and you know it. And us by default because you won’t let us fucking touch her."

“Enough,” Jasper barks. “We have shit to do. Stop acting like fucking children. The ritual is tomorrow, and we have a meeting in twenty. Get your asses moving. Now.”

Jasper pushes past the two, heading toward the car parked in the driveway.

Wesley chuckles, grinning as he flips him off behind his head.

I watch as they drive off before I closemy laptop.

“I still don’t know why Sylas hasn’t had sex all summer. Was it just him, or was it all three? And have they had sex since coming back, or is tomorrow night going to be the first time?”

Doesn’t matter either way because tomorrow I plan on being the one they pick for the ritual.

How? I have no fucking clue. That's the part that has me so stressed and losing my mind.

I don’t know much about the ritual, just what I was able to get out of my dad.

The girls all have to be virgins and volunteer their bodies willingly. I have no idea what happens after they pick the girl and take them into the mausoleum, though.

From what Skittles was able to gather for me from last year’s event was that I need to wear a mask to hide my identity and to dress in something skimpy, like bras and panties.

I decided on a sexy little white silk nightgown in hopes of playing on the whole white-pure-virgin-thing. It should help me stand out from the rest of the girls, grabbing their attention.

Dad said that the leaders of the Brotherhood go first. But seeing as how Sylas’ father is dead, and Jasper’s dad is loyal to his wife, the honor has been given to their sons.

Meaning Jasper, Wesley, and Sylas will go first. If I don’t get picked, I’m getting the fuck out of there because there is no way in hell I’m letting anyone else touch me.

I’ve been saving myself for my guys, so if I don’t lose my virginity tomorrow, I'll hold onto it until they can be the ones to take it.

I couldn’t care less about the Brotherhood or having the honor to be picked as one of their girls for the night.

The main reason why I want to be picked by them is because if I can’t kill the girls involved in the ritual, then that just means I have to become one.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

NOLA

I’m notsure how I’ve been so confident about this whole plan, because right now my nerves are shot, and I hate it.

What if this all goes to shit? What if they don’t pick me and I have to leave here tonight knowing they’re in there with another girl? How can I get so close to being with them, having them for the first time, getting a taste of what my future is going to be with them, only to have them choose someone else?

“Skittles, what the hell am I doing here?”

I can hear the music playing nearby, the end of summer party in full swing; the party they use as a cover-up for what really happens on these nights.

I chose to come a little later. If I hung around, it caused more of a risk that someone would notice me there.