Chapter 15
KILLA
Church is bustling while we wait for Savage to arrive, but I’m feeling tetchy. It’s been three days since I allowed myself to slip into Cassidy’s bedroom while she slept.
The girl has nightmares, judging by the way she cried out and thrashed about in the sheets.
I struggled not to go to her and shake her awake and demand to know the cause of them, but I remained transfixed on her, grinding my teeth to the point of pain while I watched her suffer.
The thought of letting her endure the torture I endure every night when I imagine the horrors my sister might have encountered felt like a sick sense of justice.
I might not be getting the answers I want from her, but I can witness her wrestle with her conscience in her sleep.
Does she see him there too? With the deranged smile and gleaming white teeth that filled the news channels as if he owned them.
Fury flows through my veins, and my temple tics. Slowly, I exhale, trying to regain the control I’m losing, and what pisses me off the most is the fact I crave to use Cassidy and her delectable body to help satiate the need for retribution.
Coming inside her was reckless, but there’s no way in hell, now that I’ve felt her bare, I would go back to using condoms, not with her anyway.
A small voice inside me tells me I need to organize her birth control, but a stronger, more willful part of me likes the idea of controlling her to the point she’d have no choice but to bear my kid and be a part of my life.
I’d always have access to her, always be able to possess her body while she remained on the very edge of my life.
“You good?” Warrior asks, drawing my attention to him, and he scans me up and down.
I know my best friend is looking out for me, but it’s like he’s become my personal watchdog, almost like he’s calculating my every move and analyzing it.
“You need to get laid.” He smirks.
Damn fucking right I do. Again.
“He’s getting some from the hottie; we have Abs watching,” Slash chimes in.
The fact that he referred to Cassidy as a hottie has my blood pumping with fury. “You need to mind your fuckin’ business,” I fire back.
“So, you’re really fucking the enemy now?
” Hunter grins broadly. “Did she give you any answers yet? You should bring her in, and we can all have a go at your interrogation tactics.” His eyebrows dance, and I have an out-of-body experience that sees me flying over the table between us and wrapping my hand around his thick throat.
Warrior slaps the back of his head, causing the guys to break out into chuckles. “Maybe if you did your fuckin’ job, he wouldn’t need to fuck answers out of her.”
“Such a hardship,” Hunter says while rolling his eyes and rubbing his head.
The door is flung open, and Savage steps into the room. We all become silent as he takes the seat at the head of the table and slams the gavel down.
“Shut the fuck up and listen,” he scolds, missing the fact that we were all quiet already. “Got shit to do, but wanna update you on the intel we got while in Florida.”
My spine straightens, and when he casts his hard eyes over to me, they soften slightly before he masks it and moves his gaze around the table.
He doesn’t have anything to tell me I don’t already know.
“Found the guys BB was talkin’ bout. They’re meth heads, couldn’t even pick Alisha out in a photo. Don’t think they saw shit.” His gaze lands back on mine. “Will keep tryin’, brother.”
I nod while staring down at the table.
Another dead end.
Another day in this hell, wondering what happened to her.
“What about the bitch that moved into town? What do we know about her?” He sneers.
Hunter sits forward, glancing down at his laptop, and clears his throat.
“Cassidy Steel, twenty-five years old, mother to six-year-old Noah, father unknown at the minute, but I’m workin’ on it.
Also, appears she lived with her brother Benjamin since she was a young girl, had average grades, worked in hospitality since being a teenager, now works at Reggie’s. Nothin’ of any interest beyond that.”
“You don’t think it’s weird she moved to this town?” Raider states.
My head darts up, and I stare at him. He’s right, it is weird, and I know she knows more than she’s letting on. I can feel it.
Raider is smart. He’s got some good genes running in his DNA. One of his brothers is some high-functioning computer whizz, but they barely have contact. Still, Raider is clever, or is it the fact that we’re dumb as fuck that makes him appear intelligent?
“Abs say anything?” Savage asks no one in particular.
“Nah, she doesn’t seem to have friends. She goes to work, takes the kid to school, goes home—that’s it,” Hunter says, and something in my chest tightens, but I refuse to acknowledge it.
“If we have a tracker implanted in her, it’ll make surveillance easier.
We’ll discover if she has contact with anyone of interest.”
I like this idea. In fact, I fucking love it.
“I’ll do it,” I state. There’s no way in hell I want anyone touching her but me. “Get it for me, and I’ll do it.”
Savage gives him a nod. “She scare easy?” He lifts an eyebrow toward me, and I give him a firm head shake.
I’m aware he’s asking if we were to put the pressure on her.
We might not hurt women, but we wouldn’t have a hard time fucking around with them until they run out of town and never look back.
Perhaps he ought to do that with his ol’ lady.
His stern gaze locks on mine. “You gotta plan?”
“He’s gonna fuck the truth out of her.” Slash grins while he picks his damn nails with his machete.
Savage sighs heavily. “Don’t go catchin’ feelins.”
I scoff. No chance of that. Like hell would I allow myself to fall for the enemy. Especially one related to such a twisted prick. “Or knocking her up,” he tacks on. “Makes life fuckin’ messy,” he says with a grimace, knowing only too well that’s what bagged him his ol’ lady.
The thought of Cassidy being pregnant flashes in my mind again, and arousal builds deep inside me. Her tits are already big; my girl’s tits would be fucking huge if she was pregnant with my kid.
My girl?
Something about referring to her as mine sends another possessive wave through me. She is mine, whether she likes it or not. I can use her for my needs, my answers, for my vengeance, and only when I’ve finished with her will I leave her alone.
And the thought of her pregnant with my baby has a feral growl getting stuck in my throat.
I’d make her ride me and watch her tits bounce while knowing I created the swell of her stomach.
I created the very thing she would love most in the world.
She’d never be able to leave, never be able to run and not look back.
She’d have to tell me her darkest secrets; I’d give her no choice because we’d have a kid together, and she’d want to be a good mama and keep custody of the kid.
I’d hold all the fucking cards, not her.
She’d have no choice but to tell me everything I want to know, and in return, I get to use her body.
Win. Fucking. Win.