Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KILLIAN
Last night was rough. This girl has turned me into a man I don’t even fucking recognize. Knox and I have shared many women, so it’s nothing new for me to watch him fuck. But this is different—this crosses a fucking line.
I heard her moans and couldn’t stop myself from turning the bedroom cameras on. They are hardly ever used unless we aren’t home, but I had to know what was going on behind that door. My curiosity was uncontrollable.
Initially, I switched them on hoping she was crying and getting ready to run back to the shithole she came from.
Yet there she was—getting fucked by my virgin brother. The same one that refuses any sort of physical contact. This girl’s pussy must wield magical fucking power.
It’s annoying the way both of my brothers watch this girl like she hung the fucking moon.
Even more irritating was the way I fucked my fist, watching Carter, and then Knox, take their turn with her.
They both treat her like she’s precious.
Knox has even taken to calling her his goddamned ‘treasure’.
Carter has it closer with ‘heathen’, but to me, she’ll always be Killer.
Not just the men whose lives she has ended.
This woman is going to kill everything good in our world.
Our business.
Our lives.
Our family.
I’ve done everything I could to keep us together since we found our mother dead.
To protect our family unit. I kept both of them out of jail when they went off the rails.
It was always me. And now, it seems all it takes is one psychotic blonde with good tits to unravel everything I’ve spent years building.
Frustrated as hell, I walk into the gym that connects on the far side of the garage to find a blonde fucking ponytail bobbing on the treadmill.
“Is there anywhere I can go in my house where you aren’t?”
She pulls an earbud out of one ear as she stares at me in the mirror.
“I’m sorry. Did you say something?”
I step closer to her and stare back at her reflection as the blood boils in my veins.
“I said, is there anywhere I can go in my house where you aren’t?”
She turns the treadmill off and moves to stand directly in front of me, staring at me with a bitter expression on her face.
“What’s your problem, Killian? Seriously. What is your fucking problem?”
I take a step closer to her, and she moves back, placing her hands on her hips like a bad attitude is going to stop me.
Another step forward, and she takes another step back. We repeat this little dance until I win, when her back hits the mirror.
Her pissed off gaze stares into mine, as I lean my head down, taking in her heavy breaths.
“Do I get you that worked up, Killer? Your breathing is heavy, and I bet your heart is racing. Is that all for me?”
Her smart mouth is quick to respond.
“No. The vomit in the back of my throat is for you. The heavy breathing is because I was working out, you dick.”
I push against her, placing my hands against the mirror on either side of her, as she flutters her eyelashes and raises her gaze to mine.
“They both fucked you, so you think you’re special now. Is that what this attitude is? I can’t decide if I should tell you what a fucking idiot you are, or let you figure it out on your own.”
Her eyes search mine almost frantically.
“What?”
With a smirk on my lips, I chuckle, “Oh, now you want to listen?”
“Tell me,” she insists, and I shake my head at her stupidity.
I step back from her and turn to walk over to the weight bench, ignoring that she exists for the moment. I’m playing a game with her, and when it’s done, she’s going to feel like the fucking idiot she is.
I pick up my fifty pound weight and begin doing bicep curls while she stomps over to me, head cocked, hands on her hips. No wonder Knox is into her. He enjoys taming a brat, but Carter being so obsessed with her is something I still can’t figure out.
She grabs my wrist, trying to stop me from working out.
“Killer, I suggest you get your fucking hand off me.”
I fight back the chuckle when she swings her hip out with more attitude than I think I’ve ever seen on a woman.
“Tell me the truth. What were you talking about, Killian?”
Setting the weight down, I turn to her and ask, “What’s it worth? How badly do you want to know the truth about what you’ve gotten yourself into? What are you willing to do?”
I watch as the little killer's expression turns from defiance to heartbreak. It happens in a flash.
“Anything. I’ll do anything. I’m so tired of living in the dark.”
Pointing to the ground with two fingers, I say, “On your knees.”
She shakes her head, like she can’t believe the predicament she’s found herself in, but drops to her knees anyway.
Lowering my shorts, I pull my dick out and say, “Open up.”
Her lips part, and I tap my cock against her lips before chuckling.
“I was curious if you are as much of a filthy whore as I think you are. I guess I was right.”
I tuck myself back into my pants and say, “You were not in the ‘wrong place at the wrong time’. Have you ever wondered why Carter had tranquilizer darts on him? He was stalking you. It wasn’t a happy accident, Killer.
It was fucking planned, and you played right into his hands.
When he saw you come last night, it wasn’t for the first time. ”
She tilts her head back and glances up at me, with an expression so sad I might cry if I gave a shit.
“You’re lying.”
Turning back to my workout, I sigh at her naivety.
“Think about it, Killer. He knew exactly where your backpack was. Because he spent the night there, watching you. He’s the predator and you're the prey. Carter has OCD. You’re just his current obsession, his hyper-fixation of the month.
My brother is sick, and the sooner you get away from him, the better off you’ll be. ”
She rises to her feet and angrily swipes the tears from her cheek.
“What am I supposed to do with this information?”
My advice comes in two words spoken in a growl.
“Fucking run.”