Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
THEO
Her bedroom door slammed with a bang . Outside, a car's engine started. Still, we never moved, all four of us frozen, staring at the spot on the floor where she’d fallen. “What the fuck was that?” I slowly shifted my gaze to Silas finding his pinched brows and his hardened stare.
His chest moved with a hard breath.
None of that was supposed to happen.
Not forcing her to her knees…or what she’d almost done after.
But it did, didn’t it?
It did happen and now there was no turning back.
Not for her or for us.
I reached down, tugging the front of my trousers to ease the tension.
“You…bastard.” Gabe slowly lifted his gaze turning to Silas. “You goddamn fucking bastard!”
He lunged before we realized, flying across the room to land a blow on Silas’ cheek with a crack. I moved fast, but Jude was closer, wrapping his arm around Gabe trying to haul him away. But the kid wasn’t going easy, fighting like a goddamn demon, thrashing in Jude’s arms.
“Gabe!” Our brother barked, wrestling him.
I stepped between them, finding the shattering look of pain in our youngest brother’s stare. “Easy.” I urged.
“Fuck you, Theo!” He raged, throwing Jude off.
But Silas’ never defended himself. He turned his head back, his cheek reddening with the blow.
“Why the fuck did you do that?”
“Because.” Silas answered coldly. “She’s a liar.”
“She’s our goddamn sister!”
But she wasn’t…not anymore. To me she’d never been to begin with. Her haughty fucking stare and perfect flowery fucking dresses, always hanging on mom’s every move.
Now we knew why.
I glanced back at that place on the floor where she knelt looking up at Silas with tears in her eyes. Do what you’ve been trained to do. I licked my lips and forced myself to step away.
“Where are you going?” Silas wrenched that glare my way. “I need you to watch her.”
I shook my head and dragged my fingers through my hair. “No fucking way. You want the bitch here, then you’re on your own.” I needed out of here, away from the image of her on her knees and the scent of fucking hunger in the air.
“Do you think about anyone else other than yourself?” Silas strode toward me, his cheek blazing and his eyes full of rage.
“Leave it.” Jude answered. “I’ll do it. I’ll watch her door.”
I gave Silas a shrug and turned away, leaving them all behind.
Beep.
My cell vibrated. I grabbed it out as I headed for my bedroom and stepped through, flicking on the light and closed the door. I stared at the screen but saw nothing, just the image of her tears falling down her cheeks. I don’t know! Don’t you get that? I don’t remember anything.
I leaned against the door shifting my weight.
Still my fucking erection didn’t ease, aching all the way to my goddamn balls.
I need to get out of here. A line or two of coke and I’d get my stuck-up fucking sister out of my head.
I licked my lips and pushed off, finding the message once more on my cell.
Stevie: We’re waiting for you at Jacks.
“On my fucking way.” I strode into my wardrobe, grabbed my jacket then turned around and left.
The streets blurred behind the wheel of the Audi RS-7. I shifted gears, hugging the corners and pushed it harder on the straight, pulling in behind the steady stream of traffic heading downtown.
That’s why he killed her, isn’t it? Because she was having an affair.
NO!
I drove my foot harder against the accelerator as Angelica’s scream ripped through my head. Headlights blinding me. Horns blared. I wrenched the wheel, pulling back onto the right lane and barked. “Fuck!”
My pulse was booming.
The sound, thunderous in my head.
I couldn’t shake that goddamn image of her on her fucking knees, rubbing her face against Silas’s cock like a cat drunk on milk. She fucking loved it…No, she needed it.
Christ, I’d never seen a woman so fucking obsessed with being on her knees like that before. It was like she was possessed or something…our goddamn sister, adopted or not. She’d lived with us for long enough to know what we did was wrong.
Very fucking wrong.
My fist clenched around the wheel. Now Lincoln knew what we’d done. He was going to use it against us. That was only a matter of time. “Fuck.” I grunted and yanked the wheel, pulling into the back street and pulled into a parking lot marked No Entry.
Signs like that weren’t meant for people like me.
I pulled the Audi into the parking lot and killed the engine before climbing out and locked the car behind me.
The dull throb of music spilled from inside.
Looked like the party had already started.
I stopped at the rear door, wrapped my knuckles on the damn thing and waited.
Heavy footsteps sounded before the door was wrenched open.
I stared into the savage glare from the six-foot four bouncer on the other side and muttered. “It’s me, open up.”
He did.
Of course he did.
I pushed past and walked along the hallway until it spilled out into the back area. Black and chrome filled the space, glinting from low lights at my feet. Glasses clinked. Girls laughed and guys chatted. They all turned my way as I walked in and stopped at the back bar.
I didn’t even have to speak. The bartender turned and grabbed a bottle from the top shelf before pouring it neat.
“There you are, it's about time you got here.”
I turned at the husky female tone. Stevie sauntered her way toward me, wearing a pantsuit that was split to her thigh, leaving very little to the imagination. She grabbed me, pressing her body against mine and kissed me…hard.
We’d fucked.
Once.
That was all it took for her to brand me as one of her playthings.
A name I didn’t care about. Not that it stopped me from getting as much cunt as I wanted.
She broke the kiss, but instead of pulling away she leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
“I have some of the purest shit you’ve ever tasted in your life. ”
A glass slid my way. “How pure?”
She eased backwards, meeting my stare. “As the driven snow.”
I grabbed my glass and followed her to the back room of this small and exclusive club.
Only the wealthy came here, billionaires with their Maserati’s and two hundred and fifty k Rolexes with their weekend houses in Malibu which they never visited.
No, they stayed here….because in this city was where the fun was.
I nodded as I passed, catching each ravenous stare aimed at Stevie. She was beautiful and fun, shoving as much coke up her nose as I did and yet there was some reason I wasn’t into her. Some hollow part of me that felt nothing when she kissed me.
On your knees.
The words tore through me as we stepped into the back room. Three guys lifted their heads from a countertop and turned my way, the remnant of a line dusted one nostril until they snorted hard, wiping it away with a thumb. One cleared their throat and downed the rest of his glass.
“Here.” She squeezed something from a dropper into a full shot glass sitting on a tray with a heap of other ones and handed it to me.
“Really? We’re starting the night off with acid?”
Get…on…your…knees.
“And a line of coke.” Stevie opened the small bag and tipped out some of the contents. “Just how you like it.”
I opened my wallet and pulled out a hundred dollar bill, rolling it as she laid it all out into two neat lines.
Open your mouth, just like you’ve been trained to do.
I shook my head, desperately trying to shake her from my mind.
“What is it?”
I lifted my gaze finding a scowl. “Nothing.”
“Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
What the fuck was I waiting for? I snatched the shot and downed the alcohol and acid into my mouth, swallowing hard before I leaned down. One hard inhale and the burn cut all the way, blinding me. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I croaked as that blazing neon burn ignited into white hot sparks.
“I told you.” Stevie answered.
But I couldn’t see her anymore.
I couldn’t see anything.
The world faded away. All the rush and the chatter and the sounds grew dull and hollow, like it now lived in a drum. Or maybe I was the one in the drum? One filled with blissful silence.
Show us what you do at the Order.
The words slowly slipped in. I couldn’t fight them this time.
I couldn’t do a damn thing as the memory of her returned, falling to her knees in slow motion in front of my brother, with that empty, vacant stare.
It was that look which got to me. The one so unlike the haughty fucking glare she always gave me.
In my head she was falling to her knees and I couldn’t fucking look away.
I didn’t want to.
Christ, I didn’t want to.
“Are you with me?”
The moment was achingly slow, still I turned toward Stevie.
But I couldn’t see her. All I saw was my fucking sister.
One nod and she glanced behind her to the group of assholes who just strode through the door.
I scanned their faces finding the bland goddamn face of Penn Hargreaves… my sister’s so-called boyfriend.
He walked behind the others, out of place in a room like this. Nervously glancing around until he caught sight of me. I was moving before I realized, leaving the table and Stevie behind.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Stevie slurred.
I stumbled sideways, latching hold of a table and righted myself. I didn’t know myself. But what I did know was that feral fucking wave of anger that rippled through me, aimed at him.
“You?” I slurred, bearing down on him.
The others he was with moved out of my way, leaving the pathetic bastard behind. I grabbed his shirt, pushing him backwards until he hit the wall.