Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
KNOX
He must be fucking kidding me right now.
“What?” I ask, and Killian chuckles obnoxiously.
“She’s wet and ready for you, brother,” he says, as he wipes the evidence from his smug grin.
Killian brought his favorite stripper home last night, and has been trying to goad me into joining them.
This is not for my benefit, but for my Tesoro.
I know he wants her gone, but he’ll have to do a lot better than this.
“I’m good. You can have her all to yourself. I’m right where I want to be, with the only woman I want.”
Heather sighs audibly, like she’s relieved. Did she really think I’d get up and run off to get my dick wet by another woman?
“Knox,” Killian growls, as he narrows his gaze at me and clenches his jaw.
Leaning forward, I pull her bottom lip between my teeth, biting gently until she whimpers, and I hear my brother storm off in a huff.
Releasing her lip, I stare into her gorgeous blue eyes.
The fear of rejection is as clear as fucking day.
This girl does not know her fucking worth, but she will.
If it’s the last thing I accomplish, she is going to know who she is.
These fuckers in her family clouded her vision, but Carter and I will clear it.
“Did you think I’d go, Tesoro?”
She nods slowly, as she fights back the unshed tears in her eyes.
“I thought you might.”
I glance behind her at Carter, and he nods, knowing damn well what I’m thinking.
“You’re ours, Tesoro. I have no interest in another woman’s overused pussy.”
She giggles softly before asking, “And what about Carter?”
I glance at my brother again for permission, before I respond to her question.
“Carter is a virgin, Tesoro. I promise you he won’t touch another woman.”
Her face registers shock, as she whips her head to the side and stares at my brother with her unspoken question.
“I told you, Little Heathen. I can’t tolerate touch. How do you fuck someone without them touching you?”
She tilts her head, like the answer is obvious.
“You restrain them. There’s no other choice.”
“And you’d let me restrain you?”
Her eyes dart between us before going back to him.
“No. Cinnamon would probably let you, but I can’t. I wish I could, but I don’t know if I can ever trust a man that much.”
Her statement makes me think she has been tied up against her will.
Her family and their cult make my blood boil.
They do disgusting things to little girls in the name of God.
If God told me to rape children to be in his favor, I’d be a fucking atheist in a heartbeat.
That’s the easiest way to know her father is a false Prophet.
How anyone follows his word is beyond me.
The thought causes my anger to stir. I know we will help her get the revenge she deserves.
My mind is briefly taken to thoughts of those looking to find her and punish her.
How many are there looking to damn her? One thing is for sure.
Someone is looking for her. There is no way people like this would tolerate her picking off their family.
Even when she has very good fucking reason to be killing them.
They will want their so-called God to have retribution.
“They’re looking for you, I’m sure of it.”
Her eyes lift to mine as she smiles wickedly.
“A lot of people are looking for me, Knox. Killian is right to be concerned about having me around.”
I stare at her while running my fingers down her arm as I wait for her to elaborate, when she doesn’t, I speak again.
“Who’s after you, Tesoro? Carter and I will protect you, but we have to know what you’re running from.”
She chews on her bottom lip as her eyes dart between Carter and I, looking like a frightened animal.
“Have you heard of Wellard Asylum?”
I glance at my brother and watch as he swallows hard. He was never in that specific Asylum, but he’s been in a few, and every time it involved torture and a heavy dose of drugs.
She continues, “I escaped from there. I’m sure if they aren’t searching for me, they will be.”
“Why? You don’t seem insane.”
Carter never seemed crazy to me either. Sure, he has his issues, but if people don’t fucking touch him, he’s fine. If you ask me, when someone tells you not to touch them, it’s simple. Keep your goddamn hands to yourself.
She giggles, and the sound comes out soft and sweet, causing my chest to tighten.
“As I told my friend there, I’m not crazy.
I’m pissed off. After I left my family, I went back and started killing the men.
Any man who married a girl under the age of eighteen.
My plan was to get rid of all of them, including the Prophet, but I got caught.
With some help, I escaped from the asylum after being locked up for over a year.
There were a lot of people that escaped, but I’m sure that they’re looking for me.
Maybe they didn’t think I’d return to the scene of the crime, but I can’t stop, not until the children are safe. ”
“You’re going to get yourself killed, Little Heathen.”
She shuts her eyes tight as tears slip down her flawless cheeks.
“I don’t care. Other than righting wrongs, I have nothing to live for. If this ends in my death, I’m okay with it.”
Carter’s face shows every emotion as he processes her words. Her eyes are closed, so she doesn’t see it, but I do.
“You want to die,” he says, but it’s more of a statement than a question.
“Do you know what it’s like to live in a world of pain?
Most people have good memories mixed with bad.
I don’t. My only experience in life has been hurt.
My dreams are a repeat of nightmares. Death is peace.
After I’m gone, the never-ending torment will die with me.
I want to leave the world better than I found it. ”
I alternate between stroking her arm and running my fingers through her hair. I don’t know how Carter can control himself with her. I don’t touch her because I want to, but because I need to.
“By saving the children,” Carter says in understanding.
She opens her eyes, and gazes at my brother like she’s seeing him for the first time. There’s an undeniable connection between them at this moment, as if they both see something in each other they only believed existed in themselves.
My brother reaches his hand up to touch her face. His fingers twitch, and he quickly retracts it. I can physically see his yearning to feel her skin. As always, the fear of her returning physical contact stops him from giving in to what he wants.