Page 172 of Psycho Gods

She nodded with a big smile.

I ripped it from her hands, put it back on the rack, and hissed under my breath, “Stop being so tacky. If it has rhinestones on it, it’s an automatic no.” I pulled her down the aisle. “Try to search for high-quality fabrics and real diamonds. We are high-quality women.”

“Are we really?” Sadie asked with narrowed eyes.

I pursed my lips. “Not if you purchase that jacket.”

Sadie nodded with a big smile.

I might not be feeling my best (my back still hurt), but that didn’t mean I was going to purchase tacky clothes.

Some things were sacred.

I had a reputation.

Two hours later, the kings had their hands full of shoe boxes, miniskirts, and a fluffy white sweatshirt I couldn’t wait to wear.

Sadie and I had decided at the beginning of the trip that we’d focus on purchasing necessities.

She held up a third sparkly real-diamond thong with a silver S that sat over the butt crack. “Do I need this?”

I sucked on my pipe and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “What do you think?”

She shrugged. She was helpless without me.

“Obviously,” I drawled in an imitation of Jinx. “It has real diamonds and silk.”

She squealed with delight and placed the thong on top of the sheer dress and thigh-high boots Jax was carrying for her. Necessities meant slutty clothes made from quality fabrics that we could wear to get absolutely obliterated in for the next party at Elite Academy.

I wanted men to look at me and be disturbed by how hot I looked.

I wanted men to be scared of how much of a slut I was.

That was the goal.

“Do they have an A?” I asked, and Sadie nodded as she picked up a matching thong for me and placed it on top of Malum’s full arms.

“How about an M?”

She handed it to me, and I held the tiny scrap of fabric up to the light. “Malum, how big do you think your butt crack is? Thirty-two inches?”

There was a sizzling noise as the fabric caught fire.

“Absolutely not,” he said harshly.

I stared at the eviscerated fabric in disbelief. “You’re paying for that.”

“Fine,” Malum said as he pulled me away from the table.

“Also, you never answered the question.” I held my hands up in front of my face. “This long?” I pulled them apart. “Tell me when to stop.”

He stared at me in silence.

My mouth dropped open. “That big? That can’t be healthy.”

If his silver eyes could have killed me, I’d have been dead.

“You’re a menace when you shop,” he said as he pulled me away from the nipple tassel section.