CHAPTER 93
**ZION**
I slammed my fist against the door again, the sound vibrating through the walls of the house.
“Come out, Snowflake! You can hide in there all you want, but you’ll have to come out eventually!”
I leaned my shoulder into the door, letting out a low growl as I pounded it once more.
“This isn’t over. I’m not done with you. You’ll come out, and when you do, there’ll be hell to pay.”
I heard nothing on the other side. Silence. It only made me angrier.
With a final, vicious thud, I hit the door one more time before pulling back, fists clenched. I was done wasting my energy on this game. I gave the door one last glare, teeth grinding.
“You'll regret this.”
I stormed off, my heart still pounding. I could feel the weight of the water-soaked clothes clinging to my skin, making me uncomfortable, but that was the least of my problems right now.
When I reached my room, I threw my drenched shirt on the floor and yanked off my wet jeans, the frustration still swirling in my chest. I needed to calm down before I lost control. But every part of me was screaming to go back, to make her understand just how far I was willing to go.
She wasn’t going to get away with this. Not this time.
I’d barely dried off when I found Shane sitting on the edge of my bed, casually texting someone, completely ignoring the party still raging downstairs.
I closed the bathroom door firmly behind me, the latch clicking into place as I tossed the towel to the side.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Shane?” I snapped, barely keeping my temper in check. My voice was tight, low, and edged with frustration.
“The party’s downstairs. You know where you’re supposed to be?”
Instead of moving, he leaned back, taking a long swig from the beer in his hand, like he had all the time in the world.
Shane let out a mocking laugh, tilting his head as he took another swig from his beer.
“I’ll head down in a minute, but first, we need to talk,” he said, his voice thick with smugness.
“You saw what she did, right? She kicked me in the balls in front of everyone, man. Then shoved you into the pool like it was nothing. She made us look like fools.”
He leaned in closer, his grin twisting into something nastier, his eyes gleaming with malice.
“We can’t just let that slide. She needs to learn her place—know that actions have consequences.” He gestured lazily with his beer bottle like he was toying with the thought.
"Somebody needs to put her in her place, don’t you agree?"
The sheer arrogance dripping from his words made my blood boil. My jaw tightened, fists clenching at my sides as I stared him down.
The room suddenly felt suffocating, his presence more infuriating by the second. If he didn’t shut up soon, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold myself back.
“Your stepsister, no doubt, is fucking hot,” he said lazily, the words rolling off his tongue like he’d been holding them in for too long.
"But she's got a wicked mouth on her."
Shane said, his tone dripping with a mix of admiration and disgust.
I turned towards him, fists tightening at my sides, every muscle in my body coiled with anger.
"After the way she embarrassed us in front of everyone, someone needs to teach her a lesson—show her what happens when she crosses the wrong people.
The thought alone is enough to get me fired up..."
My glare was sharp enough to cut, but Shane, oblivious as ever, was too lost in his twisted thoughts to catch on.
He leaned back, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside me, a sick grin spreading across his face as he took another swig of his beer.
"Maybe I good spanking," he muttered, the implication clear.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from launching at him right there. I could feel the heat in my chest, threatening to boil over, but I kept my composure—just barely.
“And I’ve noticed how you look at her. It’s not the way a brother looks at his sister.”
My temper simmered just below the surface, but I forced myself to keep calm.
“Get to the fucking point, Shane.”
He flashed a sleazy grin, his eyes flicking back to his phone for a second before tossing it onto the bed.
“I was thinking... maybe you, me, and her.” He waggled his eyebrows like it was some kind of joke, but I wasn’t laughing.
“The guys are busy downstairs having fun. We could have some fun of our own up here.”
My fists clenched at my sides, the rage building in my chest like wildfire, but I didn’t say a word. I watched him like a predator sizing up his prey. He leaned forward, completely unfazed, reaching into his back pocket.
When he pulled out a small plastic bag, my blood turned to ice. Clear, several small pills rattled inside. My eyes darkened as he approached me, casual as ever, like this was just another night for him.
“She’d be game, I bet,” he said with a twisted smile.
"And if she's not, well... we can always give her a little nudge."
He held up the bag between us, his fingers teasingly curling around it.
“A little something to relax her, eh?” He smirked.
“It’ll be too easy.”
For a moment, everything in the room seemed to slow down. The sound of my heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. My vision tunnelled in on Shane, the anger swelling inside me until I could barely see straight.
He had no idea how close he was to getting his face smashed into the floor.
No fucking idea!
I stepped closer, slow and deliberate, my eyes never leaving his.
“Get that shit out of my face,” I said, voice low, controlled—dangerously so.
Shane, the idiot that he was, just laughed.
“Come on, man, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. She’s right there, ripe for the taking. And you’re telling me you haven’t wanted a taste?”
"Shane!" I hissed, my voice low and deadly.
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