CHAPTER 109
**WINTER**
"What the fuck Z?!" Carl snaps, frustration slicing through his voice.
"Just a minute ago, you were acting like she was nothing—talking trash, calling her names, even bringing up STDs like she wasn’t worth your time. But now? Suddenly, you’ve changed your mind. Let me guess... it’s because I showed interest, huh? That’s what’s got you all riled up? Can’t stand the thought of someone else wanting her?"
His sneer deepens, voice dripping with mockery as he throws the word out like a taunt.
"Oh, right—she's your sister, and you 'care' about her now, huh? So, she's off-limits to the rest of us? How touching. That's adorable, really."
He steps forward slightly, grin twisting into something cruel.
"Well, Z, you had your shot when her name was pulled, but you passed, didn’t you? You made it pretty clear you weren’t interested. So, I figure that makes me the one who gets the date with her. After all, I’m the one who wrote her name down in the first place." His smirk stretches wider, oozing sarcasm, like the whole situation is just a twisted joke for his amusement.
What The F....
I stand there, frozen, my feet rooted to the spot as if I’ve been paralyzed. It’s like my opinion doesn’t even matter, like I’m just some object they’re fighting over—a prize to be passed around to the highest bidder. My hands ball into fists at my sides, shaking slightly as anger and humiliation simmer beneath my skin.
I shake my head in disbelief, my lips pressing into a tight line. This can’t be real. My chest feels heavy, and my breath hitches as I glance between them, their heated words blending into a chaotic mess. I want to scream, to yell at them to stop, but the knot in my throat keeps the words trapped.
"Face it, Z—you're just pissed because I’m making a move and you can’t stand losing control, huh? Or maybe..." He leans in slightly, voice dropping to a taunting whisper.
"Maybe you're afraid she'd choose me instead. I wonder why? Could it be that all that anger you throw her way is just covering something darker—something you can't have? Forbidden desire, Z. Must sting, huh? Knowing you can’t have her, but I can. I can touch her in ways you never will..."
Suddenly, Zion snaps. His face twists into something monstrous, and with a roar, he lunges at Carl.
“Motherfucker!” he yells, landing a brutal punch square on Carl’s jaw.
The crowd gasps as Carl stumbles back, but he quickly recovers and throws a punch of his own, sending them both crashing into the crowd.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, my heart racing as the scene unravels before me. I can’t breathe.
This is insane.
Ronald storms in, shoving people aside.
"Enough!" He roars, echoing through the crowd like a crack of thunder.
His strong hand clamps onto Zion's collar, yanking him back with such force that he stumbles, teeth bared in fury. He’s shoved hard toward Clark, who steps in, wrapping both arms around Z in a desperate attempt to restrain him.
But Zion’s far from done. His chest heaves, eyes burning with wild rage as he fights against Clark’s grip, muscles straining, fists still clenched at his sides.
His entire body is coiled like a predator ready to break free, his glare locked onto Carl with lethal intent, as if daring him to say one more word.
Carl wipes the blood from his mouth, a crazed grin spreading across his face despite the pain.
“What’s the problem, Zion? Afraid to admit you want your stepsister in all the ways you shouldn’t?” His voice is full of malice, eyes gleaming with mockery.
“Or maybe,” he taunts, leaning in slightly,
“you’re just too much of a coward to face what’s going on inside that head of yours.”
The crowd buzzes with murmurs, but Zion’s gaze locks on me, fury radiating from him like a storm. He’s teetering on the edge, and it feels like I’m the one holding the fuse.
I stand there, trapped between Zion’s rage and Carl’s twisted amusement, the air thick with tension that feels like it could explode at any moment.
I’m done. So completely done.
“You’re both fucking assholes,” I spit, my voice shaking with rage despite my attempt to stay composed.
“I’m not some goddamn prize for you two to fight over! And you, Carl and Zion—go fuck yourselves. You can both rot in hell!”
All eyes flick to Zion, waiting for his reaction. He casts me a cold, venomous glare, and then without a word, he turns and storms toward the crowd. Of course, he grabs Cindy—of all people. He fists the front of her dress, yanking her close, and slams his mouth down on hers, kissing her like he’s making a statement.
“There you go,” Carl says lazily, not even bothering to look at me.
“Problem solved.”
“Winter—” Claire’s voice is soft, her face full of concern as she reaches for me.
“I need a drink,” I mutter, arms wrapped tightly around myself, trying to hold it together as I walk away, the weight of everything crashing down on me.
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