Page 63 of Broken Pieces

Violet fights against me and her soft ass keeps rubbing against my cock, making me eager to get her out of here so we can finally fuck her. “What are you planning on doing? You’re both scaring me!”

Mad steps back once he’s got James down to his underwear, but I snap, “Those as well. If she wants to spend her time with him, she can show us just what she likes to do.”

“What? No! I don’t do anything with him! Maddox, please, make him listen!”

He stands statue still for a few seconds before moving back to James and pulling his underwear off.

I drag Violet forwards then push her so she lands by James’ feet. She scrambles back away from him, but I stand in her way, keeping her caged there.

“Max, please don’t make me do anything. I'm sorry, okay? I'm so fucking sorry!” She sobs up at me.

I open up James' phone and show her the texts. Her brows knit in the way I always thought was cute before, but now I don't know what I'm supposed to think.

"I did what you said. I didn't tell anyone about the pictures or what you did."

"Do you love him?"

My hand flexes around the bat, a twinge of pain shooting up my arm makes me grunt and my whole arm twitches.

She gasps and flinches away, raising her arms up like she thinks I’m about to hit her.

Mad quickly grabs her and pulls her to her feet. “We’re not doing this,” he says, keeping a tight grip on her and shielding her from me.

“She needs to be punished! She was trying to leave us again. With him!”

“I wasn’t!”

“We need to rethink this,” Mad says.

What the hell has gotten into him?

"Max!" Violet begs again and I can't take anymore. My head's already buzzing, making every little sound grate on me as I try to put my thoughts in some sort of order, but I can't focus.

Sweat covers my face and I want to rip this stupid mask off so I can finally breathe again, but I can't do anything but lash out.

“Shut up!” I snarl and Violet's mouth clamps shut. “Look at this.”

Ignoring me as I hold the phone out, Mad tilts her chin so she’s looking at him, then he pulls the mask up over his face.

“What the hell are you doing?” I yell. "Look at the goddamn phone, Mad."

This wasn’t part of the plan.

I take a step towards them and my leg nearly gives out, but I manage to catch myself, using the bat to prop myself up.

I hear her gasp, but when I look up I see she's not looking at me, she's not caring how much pain I'm in for her. All she sees is Mad.

“Why were you out here?” He asks her softly, as he cups her cheek.

They both continue to ignore me. It’s like I don’t even exist as they stare into each other's eyes.

Our perfect plan is falling apart. She’s gotten into his head and is manipulating him to take her side over mine.

“I had to know if you’d follow me," her voice is quiet and sincere, but that beast inside me is telling me she's lying again.

Her fingers reach out to touch him and my body shakes with anger, or is it envy?

“Fuck this,” I snap and pull her away from Mad, spinning her around so I can check her bag. “Look!”