Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CARTER
“Waking up naked in bed alone with my brother isn’t my idea of a good time,” Knox grumbles as we walk into the dining room and spot Heather on her knees, trembling and slicing her arm with a cross.
“Wicked is the one who does not obey. I will honor the Prophet’s words, or suffer eternal damnation. My only purpose is to serve my husband.”
“Tesoro,” Knox says, his voice matching the shattering of my heart. She doesn’t respond to us, but her next words catch me off guard.
“You’re a meaningless slut. The Prophet trained you well. You have no other purpose than to be a hole for a man to fill.”
“Get the first aid kit,” Knox says, as he pries the cross from her hand. I nearly sprint into the kitchen and open the bottom cabinet, grabbing the kit before running back to them.
“Tesoro, talk to me. What’s happening?”
“Flashback,” I respond for her, knowing exactly what I’m looking at.
She sits kneeling on the tile, shaking as she stares blankly at Knox.
My Little Heathen looks so fucking lost. I stand like the helpless fucker I always am.
I can’t get close to her, as much as I want to.
The risk of her touching me, when she’s in the middle of a literal waking nightmare, is too dangerous.
“What caused this?” Knox asks, as he opens the kit and begins to clean and bandage her arm.
I don’t have an answer for him, because as someone who gets flashbacks, there’s not always a, why for what causes them. If I knew, I would do anything to avoid them.
“I need to touch her, Knox. C-can you hold her hands?”
He secures the last bandage and links her fingers with his, holding her hands in a firm yet gentle grip. Kneeling beside her, I move the fallen hair from her eyes, tucking the strands behind her ears.
“Little Heathen, you’re safe. It’s just us here.”
Tears fall from her eyes, as she blinks rapidly, before finally raising her gaze to mine.
“Carter,” she gasps, as she focuses on my face like she’s seeing me for the first time. She looks over at Knox, and casts her gaze down to their connected hands before turning back to me.
“You had a flashback. Tell us what you need.”
She releases a long, drawn-out breath before answering.
“I need to kill them, Carter. The only way it becomes worth enduring is if I end all of their pathetic lives.”
I glance at my brother, and he nods.
“Let’s go then, Little Heathen. It’s time to show them their God can’t save them.”
Heather rises to her feet and stands straight, with a crazy glint in her eyes.
“Hell hath no fury like a woman pissed off.”
I look at my brother as we exchange knowing smirks. Our girl.
Knox grabs her arm and inspects the bandage.
“Does this happen often, Tesoro?”
She glances between us before lowering her gaze to the ground, appearing ashamed.
“Often enough.”
“Is it only during flashbacks?” I ask, because I’m not aware of things I do when I have them. It’s not until it’s over that I know what damage I’ve done.
Heather pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and shakes her head no.
“His voice is in my head. Pain makes it go away for a little while.”
Knox kisses the back of her hand softly.
“I’ll give you pain when you need it. Safely. This won’t be tolerated, Tesoro. You could really hurt yourself or worse.”
Pulling her arm away from him, she places her hands on her hips, and flashes him a defiant glare.
“My body, my choice.”
She turns from him to walk away, and he grabs her ponytail, wrapping it around his fist. He pulls her to the table and bends her over it. Lifting his hand, he brings it down on her ass with one hard slap, causing her to whimper.
“Would you like to fucking behave and go handle your family? Or would you prefer to stay here while I punish your smart mouth for hours?”
I watch curiously to see her response to Dominant Knox. His other side that she hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, but she’s not afraid. As he presses his front against her ass, she moans underneath him.
“Are you ready to be a good girl, Tesoro?”
“Yes,” she whimpers sweetly.
Knox reiterates, “If you want pain, I’ll give it to you, but you will not hurt yourself again. I can give you whatever you need without risking your life. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she answers, her voice filled with emotion. The kind that makes me want to give her everything she desires.
“Good fucking girl, Tesoro. Are you ready to go kill some fucking pedophiles?”
He pulls her up, and the expression on her face is interesting. She looks surprised.
“What is it?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“I never thought of them like that. I don’t know why, because that’s exactly what they are.”
Knox leans down and kisses her softly, before tucking a few stray hairs behind her ear.
“Yes, Tesoro, they are. Saying it’s for God, or doing it after a fake fucking marriage, does not change the fact that we are talking about children. You were a child. He can call himself a Prophet all he wants, but your father is a goddamn pedophile.”
A sadistic smile crosses her face and she says, “He won’t die like the rest. I have special plans for him. Once I find him, he will regret every choice he has ever made. And I will find him. He can’t hide forever.”
I grab my bow and toss it over my shoulder.
I have no intention of using it. I’m going to stand back and watch my girl end the lives that are rightfully hers to take, but if she’s ever in danger, I’ll kill everyone in sight.
I have a couple of knives on me, along with a gun, but the bow has always been my preferred weapon.
It’s silent and can be used from a distance.
It’s beautiful when they don’t see it coming, until they watch the blood leak from their chest as they take their final, gasping breath.
“Lets do this,” Heather says, with a fucking glow to her bright blue eyes that makes my dick hard as a rock. It’s not the killing itself that has me excited. It’s knowing that I get to watch her take back what they took from her. That’s a powerful thing. Something I never got a chance to do.