Dangerous Allure (Cyprus Brothers of Daggerspoint #1)
Prologue
Presley
Present Day…..
Strong hands pull me from the body lying on the linoleum kitchen floor causing me to drop the knife with shaky hands. What the fuck did I do? Standing up, I slip, and those same powerful hands catch me. Everything is so quiet, or I momentarily blacked out and went deaf. Am I in shock? Is that what this is?
Glancing around the room in a daze, I know where I am. I smell stale cigarettes and copper. The kitchen is a mess from what happened just moments ago. Broken dishes, glass and silverware litter the floor. Blood. So much fucking blood.
I shiver as a gust of cold air blows through the kitchen window sending goosebumps along my skin. Why isn't anyone saying anything? How did this happen? I’m so confused . I shake my head, looking down at the blood soaking into my black ripped jeans as they stick to my skin and the once white, now red tank top clinging to my chest and stomach. How did we go from secrets, lies and lust to murder? My hands are full of so much blood, literally and figuratively. All of ours are. Some more than others.
My eyes connect with icy blue orbs that see past all the hurt and trauma, but hides behind his own feelings. He smirks while someone is whispering in my ear, but all I hear is whooshing as my heart thumps out of control, causing my chest to heave. Am I having a panic attack?
Warm soft hands touch my chest, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart as another lifts my chin to look into dark, sad eyes. Blood coats his fingers and it’s not the first time I’ve seen this color painted on his skin.
I jump as the door slams but Mav moves quickly and pushes his warm body against my back while Axel steps up and closes me in. I shut my eyes, trying to center myself, but I can’t. Everything is fucked. How the hell did we get here?
This story needs to start from the beginning. Back to when I was just the girlfriend of the star quarterback, working daily to get the fuck out of this town. All I ever wanted was to start a new life away from the darkness and the depravity. Only to become this: a stone-cold killer, surrounded by the men who paved my path of destruction. Men who stole my heart, protected me, but yet let me fall just to teach me a lesson, to make me stronger. But they’re here with me now and that’s what matters most. I’m no longer alone with the weight of the world on my shoulders and a mess to clean up. Fuck .
I push them away, stepping out the back door and letting it slam as I walk down the wooden steps into the overgrown grass that tickles my ankles. The sun beats on my skin, drying the blood that’s soaking into my clothes. Looking up at the cloudless sky, I try to find an ounce of peace in all this. You would think after what I just did I’d find solace, but I don’t. It’s only brought madness to my mind and I’m not sure how to process it all.
Hearing the door clatter repeatedly behind me, I take a deep breath and spin, looking at all of them. No one says anything, but they all wear the same expression on their face; even my fallen angel. A look of admiration and lust fill their eyes, making me feel like I’m their latest prey. I’m just not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
We take one another in, basking in the sun, not feeling the cold as the wind picks up around us. A moment of fucking peace, but it won’t last long. Nothing good lasts forever.
I’m Presley Hart, and this is my fucking story about the five Cyprus Brothers of DaggersPoint.