22. Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Dylan
After Easton fucked me six ways to Sunday, we laid in each other’s arms until the sun came up. He fell asleep as he rubbed circles on my hip, the sound of deep snores letting me know he was knocked out. I, on the other hand, was too in awe of what transpired earlier, so that there would be no sleep in sight for me.
I promised him I would end things with Carter when we go back to school. I’m not the type of girl to break up with someone through text message. That’s for pussies. I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, knowing I’m not stuck in a loveless relationship and I can finally be fucking happy.
Well, we have to tell my brother, which is another mess in itself. Honestly, I could care less what Bentley thinks, but Eas does. He told me that the pact they made was after Ava was date-raped at a party last year and that they didn’t want to involve women in their lives. It’s too dangerous with the life they lead and the enemies they create. That incident is what created the rift between Ace and Ava. My girl was so hurt and scared. It was a fucking mess, but I understand why the guys wanted to pull away. The oath they took was to protect me and none of them were allowed to fuck me. I was off limits, especially if feelings were involved, but it looks like Bentley broke the pact, and then when he realized he couldn't have Amy, he pushed her away, but we all know he loves her, even if he won’t admit it to himself.
So our argument is; ‘Fuck you, we’re together.’ Fuck the oath and their fucking pact. It means shit. I can put my life on it that Eas will always keep me safe and honestly, I signed up for this. I know what it means to be with a man like him, especially one who works for my uncle. I kept that part to myself. There’s no need to divulge all of the truths in one night. There are too many secrets and I don’t want to argue.
Pounding on the door causes me to jump out of my skin and scream. Easton’s eyes fly open and his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing so fucking hard. His eyes are wild and clouded making it obvious he’s not really seeing what the fuck is happening, or what he is doing, so I slap the fucking shit out of him, his head shaking as he blinks rapidly and lets go of my throat. I scamper away to the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it as he roars in anger.
That shit has got to stop. I’m not going to sleep next to him if that’s how he’s going to wake up. A crash causes me to jump as I hear yelling and stuff being thrown around the room. I shake as I stand in front of the mirror, looking at all the bite marks littering my skin. Jesus, he marked the shit out of me. The knob rattles and a hand slams on the door. “I’m sorry, babe. Open the door and let me explain.” He pleads.
“Not until you calm the fuck down, Eas.” I yell.
“I am calm, but the more you stand in there, with this fucking piece of wood between us, the more I want to kick it the fuck down. So please open the door or I’ll fucking do it.” He heaves as I walk over and flip the switch to unlock the door. It flies open and I jump back.
He comes barreling in and I take a few steps back, my ass hitting the counter. He doesn’t stop until he cages me in, lifting me on top of the cold porcelain. He cups my face, placing a tender kiss to my lips. “I’m sorry for scaring you, and most of all, hurting you. Are you okay?” he asks, looking for marks around my neck. I grab onto his wrist, leaning into his touch.
“I’m fine.” I whisper, but he shakes his head.
“You’re not fine. I scared you and I don’t fucking like it.” He growls.
“First tell me who the fuck was pounding at the door, then explain why in the hell you grabbed me like that.” I quip. He takes a deep breath and rubs his hand over his face.
“Either we suck at our job or we have a rat in the ranks, because at some point, Bianca got out of here and no one saw her. Kingston went over the security footage and there was a glitch, then boom, she’s out of the gates and hopping into a blacked out G-wagon,” He grits.
“That fucking bitch. You should have let me fucking finish the job when I was bashing her fucking head into the floor.” I growl. I fucking hate that girl. I’ve only been around her a handful of times, but I know a snake when I see one and she’s the worst of them all.
“Ya know, it’s fucking hot hearing you say that shit.” He groans, kissing my neck.
“Down, boy. You have more explaining to do. Now carry me back to bed and tell me a story.” I command as he lifts me off the counter and does just that.
“Good boy.” I laugh, patting his head. He tosses me down on the sheets and crawls next to me bringing the comforter with him. He wraps his body around me, pulling my ass against his hard cock. Always such a horn dog.
“Did I ever tell you the story of when I was thirteen years old and a man kidnapped me?” he asks as I try to turn around to look at him but he doesn’t let me.
“No. Just listen,” he says, kissing my shoulder. “I don’t remember where my mom was when I was woken abruptly out of my sleep. It was so dark and I couldn’t see anything; my first reaction was to scream and fight, but the man stuck a needle in my neck and the next thing I know, I’m waking up in a basement with meathooks attached to the ceiling. The white tiles were stained from old blood and there were metal tables lined in the middle of the room with carts full of knives and saws. I was fucking terrified. I couldn’t remember how I got there or if it was even real. He told me this is what my father would have wanted; for me to become a man trained through different situations. This shit went on for years. I was afraid to sleep. I tried to tell my mom, but she didn’t believe me. She said my father was dead, and so was the man he was associated with, but I’ll never forget his face, the face of a monster. I made my first kill that year." He takes a breath before continuing.
"A woman, to be exact. Which is also the same woman who I was forced to lose my virginity to, after I killed her. He was a sick fuck. He said my father was excellent at pleasing him. One day, he wanted me to do sexual things to him and I refused. He called me a pussy and beat me, electrocuted me and drowned me in a tub of ice water. I thought he was going to kill me. I’ve never been so scared in my life.” He whispers as I wipe the tears from my eyes. I don’t want him to think I pity him, but that’s a lot for a child to hold onto. And to have your mom not believe you? He must have felt so alone and that breaks my fucking heart.
He takes another deep breath and continues, “This shit lasted until I was damn near eighteen. He made me into the ruthless killer I am today and it fucking sucks that after all this time, I still wake up like this. I’m glad I don’t have nightmares about it, but when startled awake, I go right for the neck. I can’t help it. That’s one of the many reasons why I don’t allow women to stay overnight. I’m too afraid I’ll accidentally kill them.” He says, holding me tighter.
“We will have to figure out a way to make it work because I like being in your bed with you.” I whisper.
“Yeah? Feeling is mutual Hellcat.” He laughs, kissing my shoulder.
“So who was this guy and what happened to him? He obviously stopped taking you. Finish the story.” I say.
“I’m really not sure what happened to him. It stopped so abruptly that I actually went looking for him, but he was a ghost; there was no trace of him, like I made it all up.” He says.
“Why would you go looking for him?” I ask.
“Because I wanted to kill him. I wanted to do to him what he’d done to me.” He growls and I lean into his chest, hoping to calm his racing heart, but he continues. “Last night you said you know what me and the guys do. Do you know who we work for?” He asks.
“I do. The Rodriguez Cartel.” I answer.
“That’s correct. What do you know about them?” he presses, kissing down my neck.
“I know that they are the most powerful, ruthless players on the East coast.” I lie. Thankfully, he can’t see my face, otherwise he would read that lie so quickly.
“Correct again Hellcat. My boss saved me one night from one of the mans ‘trainings’ and I’ll forever be grateful. The man, along with their fathers, had done the same thing to him and his brothers when they were thirteen. It’s a really fucking messed up story.” He yawns. My heart warms hearing that my uncle saved him.
“Alright, enough story-time. Let’s get some sleep and then you can take me to breakfast and we can plot out our kill.” I yawn because that shit is fucking contagious. He squeezes me tighter and envelopes me into his body.
“If we don’t go to sleep soon, I’m going to take you right here. Hearing you want to plot out a kill over breakfast makes my dick unbelievably hard for you baby.” He growls, pressing his cock against my ass.
“And I wouldn't stop you,” I laugh.
“I love you, Hellcat.” He breathes against the back of my neck, yawning again.
“I love you too, Crow. Now shut your eyes or you're not getting pussy for a week.” I laugh.
“Yes, ma’am.” He grunts. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep thinking about a little boy who was all alone with a monster.