Page 3 of Vicious Luna
“Sloane,” Madd warns.
“I like the hair,” she insists, pushing up on her toes and reaching to ruffle his bright blue tresses withher fingers.
His surly demeanor softens for a moment, the corner of his mouth lifting as he gazes back at his mate. “You do?” he asks with hearts in his eyes.
Gag.
“Yeah, she’s always wondered what it’d be like to fuck a smurf,” I snicker.
Madd’s expression immediately hardens again, his eyes darkening as they snap back to mine. He makes a move to grab for me, but I just dance around Sloane, keeping her planted firmly between us as a buffer and taunting him with my evasive maneuvers.
I knew full well that he would blow a gasket in response to this prank, which is exactly why I did it. Because I was bored, and Ihatebeing bored. It’s so much more fun to be diabolical; stir the pot a little.Live, laugh, love,or some shit.
Sloane’s head moves back and forth between me and my brother as we circle her. “Ugh, can you two just call a truce already?” she groans, obviously fed up with our antics. She should really be used to them by now, though, since she’s been a fixture in our lives for the past twenty-five years.
“Look what she did to my fucking hair!” Madd snarls. He stabs his fingers into the strands to emphasize his point and I can’t help but snort another laugh.
Sloane heaves an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes. “Babe, I told you, Ilikethe hair. Does anyone else’s opinion really matter?”
He stops circling her for a moment, meeting her gaze. “No,” he concedes, frowning. “But I’m gonna catch so much shit from the guys for this and youknowit.”
“It’ll wash out in a couple days, you big baby,” I giggle, waving him off. “Honestly, Madd, you’re way too dramatic.”
“And you’re a damn menace,” he fires back.
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I scoff. “Just wait till you see what color I put in Sloane’sshampoo.”
She whips her head around to gape at me. “You didn’t!” she gasps.
I shrug a shoulder, the picture of nonchalance. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t,” I tease, waggling my brows. “Only one way to find out…”
“Go ahead, Madd,” Sloane huffs, a mischievous glint in her green eyes as she flicks him a glance. “Destroy her.”
I open my mouth to protest, but then she steps aside, giving my brother a clear path to me.Damn traitor.I try to make a run for it to save my own skin, but the next thing I know, Madd’s grabbing me around the waist and slinging me over his shoulder, carrying me out of my room in the Goldenleaf packhouse and down the hall to the one he shares with Sloane. She trails eagerly behind as Madd marches me straight into their attached bathroom, dumping me in the shower and cranking on the water.
I shriek as the spray drenches my hair and clothes while Madd orders Sloane to hand him the shampoo bottle.
“No, don’t!” I laugh, barely able to catch my breath as I try to squirm past him and escape. He’s so damnbig, though. At over six feet tall and built like a brick shithouse, I’m no physical match for my brother, and he damn well knows it. He’s got me exactly where he wants me in order to exact his revenge.
Restraining my wrists behind my back with one hand, he uses the other to pop open the cap on the bottle, squeezing globs of blue-tinted shampoo all over my head. How he didn’t notice the color when he put it on his own hair, I’ll never know. My bare feet slide against the tile as I fight to get away from him, but his partner in crime steps in to block my path of retreat, smiling gleefully as she reaches over to lather it up.
Being confined to a small space like this is typically panic inducing for me; a fun little quirk that Madd is fully aware of. But he also knows that his presence negates that effect, which is why he can get away with it- and why he and Sloane don’tseem to care that their clothes are getting drenched, my own now fully soaked through.
“Still think it’s funny?” Madd taunts as Sloane rubs the shampoo through my long blonde hair.
I’m laughing so hard that I can barely catch my breath, my giggles turning to a scream when he pushes me under the cold shower stream to wash the shampoo out. Then he turns off the water, rocking back on his heels to give me a smug once-over.
“There,” he says, nodding at my blue-tinted tresses in satisfaction. “Now we’re even.”
“I’m gonna kill you,” I growl, wicking the water off my face with a palm. Safe bet that I probably look like a drowned rat right about now, so I doubt that threat was even half as intimidating as I intended it to be.
Madd chuckles lowly, his arms folded across his chest and lips drawn in a smirk. “Not if I kill you first, sis.”
“Please,” Sloane scoffs, glancing between us with a knowing smile. “As if you two could ever live without each other.”
3
“Tell me what I’m looking at,” I grumble, leaning over the back of one of the sleek leather couches in the living room of the cabin to watch the grainy video footage playing out on Matty’s phone screen. He’s been trying to get me to take a look at it for days, but I’ve been drowning in the bottom of a whiskey bottle for the better part of the past two weeks, so I haven’t really been up for dealing with business matters.