Chapter 132
“Why didn’t we take your bike?” Lask curiously as King drives down the failur road towards Gray’s house in the truck he rarely drives.
Hijose clenches, hands tightening on the steering wheel with a possessiveness that always makes my heart race. “This is safer for you and the babies”
Tim perfectly safe on your bike, I argue, unable to hide the slight irritation in
my
I was afraid of this–afraid he would start treating me like I’m fragile.
“Not sate enough” King’s tone is final, but his fingers brush against mine, his touch gentle and grounding. He intertwines our hands, his thumb graring over my skin in a gesture that calmis me. “But if you want to ride during the day. I’m all for it. People are just dumb as shit on the road at night. I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
I smile softly, satisfied with his answer. “Okay”
We drive in a comfortable silence, the bum of the truck surrounding us. The miles slip by, my nerves growing with each one. After a while, the urge to break the quiet becomes overwhelming. “So, to this like our first date? I tease, despite knowing exactly where we’re headed–a man Gray and the others have been touring for days.
He sports, a soft chuckle in his throat. “Do you want 100
1 gnn. “Ind be very on–brand for you”
Like when he chased and fucked me in the woods.
Even as I joke. I catch the heat in his eyes when he glances at me, the smirk tugging at his lips. It’s a look that speaks of a hunger I can feel in my bones—a promise of something twisted and intense.
I expected some resistance when I asked to come with him, but it feels like he’s been waiting for this day forever. Since the moment I suggested in. Tve felt the unhinged, electric energy raditing from him. Like we’re about to step into one of his most–twisted fantasies.
Though, I know his real fantavy involves bouc, not the police chief.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” I ask, trying to lighten the mood. “Going to cut off his limbs and make him watch a bunch of hungry hogs mat
He laughs darkly. “Maybe next time. For now, we’ll just play with him for a bit. Gray says he’s still refusing to talk.”
“Hey, don’t hold back just because I’m here!
The corners of his mouth twitch, amasement in his gaze. “Didn’t plan on it.”
The world outside is dark as King pulls into Gray’s driveway. The headlights sweep across the familiar path, eating fleeting shadows against the hose. The gravel crunches under the tires as he parks, the sound seeming louder than usual in the eerie stillness of the nigh
As soon as King cuts the engine, he’s out of the car and around to my side within seconds, opening the door like it’s second nature. He helps me out, his grip firm but tender, and steals a quick kiss
“If at any point you wanna leave, just tell me, okay?” His word are low, a whisper against my lips.
“Okay.” I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Our kiss deepens, his tongue swirling against mine, the taste of whiskey and the baked chicken we had for dinner lingering on his lips. He pushes me further into the moment, the heel of his palm pressing against my dit with delicious pressure. My hips respond without hesitation, rolling against him, matching his slow, teasing rhytlun.
“That’s it, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice rough as he pulls at my bottom lip with his teeth. “Get all hot and bothered for me. I want you to stay like this even when we’re in there.”
I don’t know if I’ll manage that, but the thought of him staying hard throughout everything we’re about to do has me aching for him. Even though we just had sex, my body’s already primed and ready for more.
I wrap my legs around his waist, begging for him to grind bis erection against me.” “Greedy girl,” he growls, pressing me harder against the door as be gives me exactly what I want. Our kisses turn hungrier, mar groins rubbing together at a fevered pace.
Did you come here just to dry–hump my sister in the middle of my fucking driveway!”
Gray’s booming volte comes out of nowhere and I jerk back from King, a small, startled noise escaping my lips.
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He stands a few feet away, his face twisted with irritation and disgust
King doesn’t flinch, his laugh i right, kiten!”
ch love an
and apologetic “Don’t be a prude, prez. When your
our sister has needs, I’m required to take care of them, but that
Heat rushes to my face, but I stay silent. I feel like a teenager whose aber just caught then making out with the biggest hand boy in school. Bat thankfully, I don’t need to explain myself to Gray because I’m a growl–ass TOMMI,
My brother’s eyes narrow, shooting daggers at him. “Don’t think Fm above shooting you just because you knocked her up”
King smirks, unbothered. “Please do. I’d love to have matching gunshot wounds on each shoulder
Gray rolls his eyes, muttering something under his breath, as King grabs my hand, guiding me past him toward the house. His presence follows behind us like a shadow, his disapproval thick in the air.
“Why did you bring her?” Gray demands, his voice laced with a calm malice.
“She wanted to come King replies, his tone clipped, like he doesn’t want to explain shit to my brother.
“She’s pregnant, King. Do you really think she needs to be exposed to this right now
King doesn’t stop walking. “She’ll be fine. I’ve got her”
“You don’t have to talk to me like I’m not here, Gray, I interject, my irritation rising. “I can make decisions for myself, you know”
He grit his teeth, his voice seething with irritation. Yeals and sometimes those decisions aren’t the brightest
Before I can fire hack at him, we stop in front of the garage and King bands me a pair of black biex gloves. Have they started looking for him yet?” he asks calmly, watching me put them on
“Haven’t heard anything: Gray answers, his attitude continuing to linger. “But I’ve got Scour driving the phone a couple states over. It’ll take them. least a few more days to realize he didn’t just skip town. By then, there’ll be no trace of his body left.”
The casualness with which my brother speaks abois murder sends a chill through me, though I’ve long since stopped flinching at these words. This is my life now. I’ve accepted it. And honestly, it’s better than being treated like a child and keps out of the loop.
Gray’s gaze lands on me, his expression dark, foreboding. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Alyssa. Duce you see this, there’s no unseeing it.”
1 meet his gaze evenly. “I already know that, Gray. I wouldn’t have asked to come if I knew I couldn’t handle it.”
It’s true. I didn’t handle killing Lesgari’s uncle well when I was a child, but this this is different. I can feel it. I’ll be stronger.
Gray’s nostrils flare, but after a long moment, he nods and steps back. “Good. Clean up after yourselves. I don’t need blood tracked into mom’s house. That shit’s hard to get out of the carpet.”
What difference does it make when he’s murdering people in the garage! The question hangs on the tip of my tongue, but I know when to hold
Locking eyes with King one last time, he turns and disappears into the living room, leaving us alone,
King passes me a Halloween mask with LED lights 1 stare at it for a second, utterly confused. What the hell? Do they
they really get
tinto full costume for
“C’mon, kinen. Put it on,” King purrs, his lips curving into a wicked grin. “We’re going to have a little bit of fun tonight.”
Smiling at the psychotic man I love, I slip the mask over my face, dark excitement pooling in my core, King dors the same, his own g hiding his features. My pulse spikes at the sight of him, only his man–lum and huge biceps on display.
Okay, maybe this will be more fun dian I thought
When he unlocks the door to the garage, he glances at me, his voice distorted through the mask. “Stay here,”
ghost mask
is the room before reaching for my hand again.
I nod, obeying without a second thought, as he steps inside. Flipping on the light, he scansi
“It’s safe. Come o
on in, baby girl. He’s not alive enough to hurt you
My breath catches in my throat as I slide my hand into his. Together, we step into the garage. The metallic scent of blood hits me first, sharp and immedate. I instinctively stop breathing through my nose, the smell overwhelming.
The next thing I notice is the tarp–covered floor. Large, dark pools of crimson are spread across the plastic. Suddenly, flashes of Logan’s uncle–his brain maner and blood staining the ground–flood my mind. I can’t push them away fast enough. I swallow hand, taking deep, steadying breath.
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Stop I can do this
of weak anymore.
When I finally gather the courage to look up the knot in my stomach lightens Chic Mag–relay belt of him is hard to the wall, ‘body a canrav of bruises and blood. His tree is unrecognizable, sicoflen, und battered beyond belief
Holy hell. They really fucked him up.
King pulls a kde from his pocket, the blade caching the light as her taps it against a pape lining the wall
“Wakey, wakey, Gary” he drawh, his voice dripping with cruel mockery. Tve brought you a vistor
The sound of the blade hitting the pipe makes Piniliyo sols, a broken, pitiful sound that mists something dark inside me, I thought Ted feel guilty or scared, but I don‘ Allele, a cold, hand certainty:
He deserves t
He deserves everything they’ve been doing in him—and the some
And today, 1 per a front–row seat to watch King make him suffer.
As I step closer. Phillips‘ strollen eyes flaier open. First, rage. Then, fear.
“Who the fuck are you?” he spits weakly, a coughs raiding his chest as blood spills from bas mouth. “What do you want from me?”
1th my head, feeling the darkness unfurl invade ane as I poll off the mask. I want him to see me clearly in recoger who I am now, I’m no longer the weak wife who he laughed at when bar hit nie and dragged me kicking mil meaning in the cr
I’m longer anyone’s
«Hacking vicum—but he’s about to become mine.
Hi, Chief Phillips I say, my voire ice–cold and steady, each word slicing through the air. “Do you remember me?”
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