Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: 42-A Crazy Gang Bang!

Helanie:

"Whoa! Easy there, why are you looking at me like you’re about to kill me?" He raised his hands dramatically, pretending to surrender, though I knew it was just his way of mocking me.

"You knew if I participated in that kind of activity, I’d be disqualified, didn’t you?" I hissed, a frown etched on my forehead, my eyes glaring at him.

He shrugged, adjusting his jacket with one hand before wrinkling his nose. "One less competitor."

"You’re an asshole, Lamar," I muttered under my breath.

"Okay, fine. I heard what happened. You chickened out and escaped. Key word: escaped. So what’s the big deal?" He sounded so nonchalant, as if the game he played with me didn’t matter. Of course he didn’t know that I ended up in my stepbrother’s private room.

"Oh, so just because I didn’t get caught, everything’s fine?" I wanted to lash out, but he seemed too strong. I kept my hands to myself and maintained a safe distance.

"Hmm, you’re acting like I meticulously picked you. You were desperate, and I thought, why not? It’s not like I felt personally threatened by you. Others might, but you?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as he looked me over from head to toe.

What an arrogant jerk!

"You know what? Screw you!" I muttered, turning away to leave when he rushed after me.

"What were you doing in the car with Emmet McQuoid? Or should I ask, how did you convince him to sit with you? He’s not someone who’s easily persuaded," Lamar kept rambling. One thing I’d learned in the past few days was that Emmet had a completely different reputation in other people’s eyes.

To me, he was the easiest person to talk to. Or was he just like that with me? Could it be because he remembers that I’m his mate? But he always insists on the whole stepbrother thing. Ugh!

"You seem to have grown a backbone these last few days. I remember when you were so sweet and timid," Lamar laughed as he continued to follow me.

"And I thought you were a decent person. First impressions really aren’t worth much, huh?" I rolled my eyes, even though he couldn’t see my face.

"I was just trying to help you. Anyway, you still didn’t answer my question. Where have you been all this time? And you’re coming back with Emmet Mc—" He stopped mid-sentence when I swiftly turned to face him.

There was a nasty smirk on his lips as he licked them, staring at my face.

"Got a problem? Why don’t you go ask Emmet yourself?" I shot him a tight-lipped smile, and I could tell he didn’t like being outmatched.

His smirk instantly faded when mine appeared.

"Oh wait, you can’t. You’re scared of him. As for me hanging out with him, we’re family. So stop annoying me about it," I warned, wagging a finger in his face before turning on my heel and walking away briskly.

I didn’t hear any remarks from him after that. Soon, I arrived at the shelter where I had to deal with other people. Ugh. I was beginning to realize just how much I enjoyed being alone.

People can be so deceptive. They lure you into situations and emotions that are nothing but illusions.

"Oh, you’re back. I thought you’d run away," Sydney stood beside her mattress, wiping off her makeup in front of the mirror. Her side of the wall was now fully decorated. She’d gotten far too comfortable and didn’t hold back from flaunting her stuff.

Her sister, Salem, was already in bed, either sleeping or pretending to. Salem wasn’t much of a talker.

I wished Sydney had taken after her.