Page 842 of The Bonding Games: Part 1

“I can do both of those things myself.”

“Yeah, Love,” Scotty sighs, rubbing at his temple. “But that doesn’t mean you have to. We’d like to provide things for you too. Think of it like . . .” he tips his head before settling on, “extra.”

“Hm.”

Another heavy exhale from him at her response. If it can even be called that.

“I—I’d like to buy you things sometimes . . .” Alby pipes up, face burning from the attention that briefly shifts to him.

“Hmmm . . .” Havoc’s eyes no doubt narrow behind her visor as she actually thinks about it this time. “I will consider it.”

Cooper’s brows shoot up his forehead, Tiger cheers and high-fives his “bestie”, who blinks like he can’t believe he was the one to somehow convince our Bonded, and I grumble about my girl’s favouritism under my breath. I should be her favourite, not any of these fuckers.

“It is not favouritism. I hate you all equally,” Havoc announces, either reading our physical reactions or our mental ones.

Cooper’s jaw clenches. “Why are you always lying, Vengean—”

Crimson illuminates the neck of his Avri suit in under a second as one of her daggers presses up against it.

“I sincerely apologise if I gave you the impression you could speak to me that way. Your growing confidence is wildly irksome.” His nostrils flare as the sharpened energy from Ezla’s armoury stick purposely nicks his skin as she angles the tip towards his chin. She continues, “I like how you pleasure me. That is all.”

Teeth grinding, he grits out through them, “That’s not all. Stop denying the truth. You always fucking—”

“Don’t speak to my Havoc like that,” I snarl, advancing on him at once, and Scotty’s arm snaps out to bar across my chest, dragging my glare to him next.

“Okaaayyyy!” Tiger interjects before I can pummel his brother with my balled fists, raising both his palms up, then lowering them again slowly in some sort of . . . meditation technique? I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing, but then, that’s not uncommon. “Everyone calm down! Ezzy just needs time to realise she’s madly in love with us—”

“I am not. I cannot love. I do not feel anyth—”

“Now that’s a lie. We’ve felt you through the bond.” Cooper clearly won’t mind having his head removed from his body in the next few seconds since he’s being so bold still.

He winces as a drop of blood rolls onto Havoc’s Avri dagger, the energy zapping it away almost instantly—one of those freaky things it can do due to the commands Avri weapon’s and vehicle’s pixels are given during their original coding. “You do not know what you felt. And do not interrupt me.”

“I—”

“Please stop fighting . . .” Alby whispers before Cooper can escalate things even more, and I glance over at him to see him stood there with his head dipped down and his arms wrapped around himself.

“We are not fighting. Cooper would be in far more pieces than he currently is if we were,” Ezla informs him, and I adjust my dick at her delicious viciousness with a low sound of pleasure.

Alby’s hazel eyes bug out of the head that pops up, and he splutters.

“In any case, we are wasting time. We are not debating my feelings any longer.” Havoc demanifests her Avri and slips her armoury stick back into the slot on her shoulder blade with a click! before crossing her arms over her breasts.

“Feelings, huh? That an admission?” Cooper taunts, still not knowing when to quit it, his fingers twitching as though he’s fighting the urge to yank her back to him.

I can respect that. If he and the other three guys who rudely crippled my plans to chain Ezla to me and only me weren’t at least half as obsessed with her as I am, I would never let them stay around. Havoc deserves only worshipful devotion—no less.

“You are all pissing me off,” Ezla seethes abruptly. “You are irritating me.”

“So we affect you—”

“Yes!”

A stunned silence follows, Cooper’s lips parting. I hear Tiger’s dreamy sigh from my left, while my heart skips a handful of beats, and Scotty and Alby both gape.

“Now, shut. Up.” Body vibrating with tension, she continues in a more controlled voice, “If you store that information anywhere within you or repeat it at all, I will gut you like fish.”

“Of course, Love,” Scotty says sagely after he recovers from his shock, poorly hiding the smile on his face.