Claimed.

Missed.

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So close. So fucking close. Damn Gemma and her stupidity. I was so close to kissing Dia and she had to ruin it! I couldn’t fucking believe that my Mom couldn’t go take care of it all because her and Matthew were eating dinner. Seriously? You’re daughter is in danger and all you can think about is eating? What kind of fucking joke is that?

 I slammed my hand on the steering wheel as I sped through the winding dirt roads to find my sister.

 At least today wasn’t completely ruined. Dia looked sexier than I would have ever thought in that revealing black bikini I got her. I felt myself get hard just thinking about it. Her flawless, smooth, tanned skin, flat stomach, amazing cleavage, thick brown hair, wide chocolate brown eyes, and those full pink lips that drove me crazy.

 That girl had to be the most infuriating thing on the planet. Always making me think I had her…before she pulled away and tricked me. My body certainly did not appreciate never getting to do what, or rather, who it wanted. I hated how she could make me feel so fucking screwed up just by thinking about her. Even Maria, my off-again on-again girlfriend for the past hundred years or so, never made me so confused.

 Everything with Maria was clear, when she wanted me, how she wanted me, where she wanted me…if she wanted me. We usually went through the same cycles, get together, have a little fun, split up again. After a short while we’d get bored and then meet up again for another few rounds romping before she took off again. It was something I was used to, and something I enjoyed thoroughly.

 But Dia…there was no way to describe how she fucks me up. Mentally and physically. All her stupid little mind games and the stupid little things she does like playing with my hair and biting my neck…and then she turns around and says she was proving a point, showing me she was in control and that I could never have her.

 I hated to admit it but that little bitch was right. When it came to being in control, she could play me like a fiddle if she teased me right. Talk about an ego bruiser; I was the master but she was the one calling all the shots.

 When I told Zayn about it he said she had me by the balls and that I should really stop being so whipped.

 I was not fucking whipped.

 I just had trouble refusing her when she was being all sexy and touching me. What can I say? I’m stuck in the body of a hormonal twenty year old; I can’t help it.

 A familiar scent rushing through my open window caught my attention and I slammed on the brakes, the car sliding sideways on the dirt road. I got out of my car and inhaled. Yup, definitely my sister’s blood. Oh goodie, they already started torturing her. That’s just going to make this a lot harder.

 I sighed before I strode off the road, following the scent into the forest. Fortunately for me I wasn’t too far from Dia’s school so if I hurry up with this I could jet back over there and we could continue our date and I might actually get that ‘something’ she was talking about.

 “I didn’t mean—” I heard Gemma say before she cut off with a snarl.

 I sighed again as I peered around the trees into a small clearing. And there was Gemma, tied to a post with two big, burly vamps standing in front of her. All three of them had their fangs out and the guys had blood dripping from their mouths.

 Gemmas’s blood.

 I bit back a growl of anger before I stepped into the clearing, “Now what do we have here?” I asked. Three heads whipped in my direction, surprise on each one.