28. Chapter 28
Chapter 28
Easton
Hazel makes her grand exit and I full belly laugh as Dylan turns to me with narrowed eyes. “Did I really just make my cousin cum, and you knew the whole time?” She punches me in the arm and I laugh harder.
“You did, you fucking prick!” She yells, hitting me again. I hold my hands up in surrender as she puts Hazel’s shirt over her bare tits.
“She’s not your blood cousin. She’s Spade’s daughter, but not by blood.” I confirm.
“You’re such a dick, you know that right?” she says, shaking her head as I grab her face, kissing the woman senseless.
“And you’re fucking amazing and perfect. That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life.” I confess as a blush crawls up her cheeks. She looks away, changing the subject.
“Well, now that I’m relaxed, can we sneak off to bed?” She asks with a little pout, but I shake my head.
“Hellcat. You haven’t told me exactly what happened, nor have you given me any names. So let's hear it and then I’ll take you to bed and update Spade while you rest. I was thinking tomorrow we can go back to The Den. I already placed an order for a new mattress to be delivered in the morning. The cleaning ladies are there now, cleaning up my mess.” I say, looking down with shame. I lost my shit again and couldn’t control my rage. How can anyone expect me to keep it together when Dylan is involved? I can’t, and will probably never, be able to.
“Fine, but hey, look at me. Don’t beat yourself up over a mattress Eas. At least it's not something you can’t come back from. It’s a fucking bed. It’s okay babe.” She reassures me, but there’s that little voice in the back of my head calling me out on all the things I won’t be able to come back from. Fuck. I want to take her away for a weekend. Just get out of here and be alone, well not alone, alone. I want to take her to see one of my friends that I haven’t seen in awhile. The Wicklow brothers own five hundred acres of land in Pennsylvania, they have four wheelers and side-by-sides to ride. I think time away, and introducing her to new people, is just what we need. I think I’ll shoot Alaric a text in the morning and see when he’s available. Hopefully, we can get down like old times, and have a TMNT movie marathon. I’ll have to bring my sais to show him. Dylan clears her throat, taking me out of my thoughts.
“What has you smiling over there?” She asks, poking me in the cheek.
“Ouch, them daggers are sharp, Hellcat. Put the claws away. I was thinking about taking you up to visit a friend of mine in Pennsylvania. I think we would have a lot of fun with him and his crazy ass brothers, they even have a girlfriend, and she has friends too, so you won’t be the only girl there.” I say grinning.
“Any friends of yours are friends of mine. Let's do it.” She smiles.
“I’ll text Alaric tomorrow and set something up for when you’re healed more. They have a lot of land and toys to play with and I don’t need you to make progress just to break a rib again.” I suggest and she nods.
“Sooo, bed?” She says with a smirk and I shake my head.
“Nope, not until you spill baby.” I retort, leaning back against the couch. She huffs then takes a deep breath. I brace myself for impact because I can feel it in my bones that once she spills the name, I’m going to lose my fucking shit.
“It was Carter.” She blurts, squeezing her eyes closed as I get up and slam my fist down on the pool table with a roar. It was Carter who did this?! My chest heaves as I replay her words, but I don’t hear her screaming my name, and I certainly don’t feel Spade punch me in the face. All I see is red as my fists collide with someone. I’m hit in the face again, but there’s no stopping me until I see the tall blonde guy with a knife digging into Dylan’s throat.
“Get the fuck away from her!” I spit as my chest continues to heave. Spade gets in my face, trying to get me centered, but it doesn’t help.
“What do we have here? Such a scared Little Creature you are, little girl.” He laughs sinisterly into her ear but then his bright blue eyes meet mine and he winks. “I advise you to calm down. All it takes is a flick of my wrist, and her rapidly beating artery will spill beautiful ribbons of crimson that I love so much.” I growl, pressing into Spade.
“I know you’re trying to help me, but get him the fuck off my girl. Now! I will not calm down until he backs the fuck up.” I spit.
“He can’t help you. By the time he gets to me, her blood will be all over the carpets, such a pretty little painting.” He taunts, and I narrow my eyes at him. He doesn’t know me very well because I can take my throwing star and hit him faster in his neck than he can drag the scalpel across her throat. I smirk at the thought.
“Trust me, Blondie, I may be his running boy, but you don’t know what the fuck I’m capable of.” I grin, but Spade chimes in before anything else is said.
“Jameson, let your niece go! Taunting him with her is not how you calm someone down! You of all people should know this! Put the scalpel down and go find something to do before you make this worse than it already is!” Spade yells and Jameson’s face drops, letting her go and taking a step back. I take a deep breath, counting to ten over and over again until my breathing is even.
“Eas. Look at me.” She orders, but I can’t, not yet. Then small hands cup my face, forcing me to look at her. She smiles and brings her lips to mine. “Please calm down baby. You scare me when you’re like this. I’m fine. I’m safe. I’m here, with you. That’s all that matters right now.” She reminds me and I take another deep breath. I look up at Spade and Jameson as they stare, dumbfounded.
“She reminds you of someone, doesn’t she?” Spade says to his brother, and he nods, storming the room with Spade on his tail. I wonder what that was about. Hands pull me back to the forefront and soft lips kiss mine, bringing me right where I always want to be. With her.
“Take me to bed, please. I need you to lay with me until I fall asleep.” She whispers and I nod. As much as I want to leave here and find that prick, I can't. She comes first and his time will come. Once she falls asleep, I have something else that needs to be handled and hopefully that will help calm me down. She pulls me by my hand and leads me out of the entertainment room to another room three doors down. I hear groaning from the room across the hall. I have no idea who is in there, but she giggles, opening the door to the room we are staying in. It’s a simple space with a TV, dresser, king-size bed and a bathroom attached. I shut the door, locking it behind me. Dylan sheds her clothes, then crawls across the bed and gets under the covers. Jesus, she’s so fucking beautiful.
“What kind of meds did the Doc give you, if you can crawl across the bed with a broken rib?” I ask with a raised brow, and she smiles, shrugging her shoulders.
“No fucking clue, but I feel fantastic. I think you should get naked and show me how much you love me.” She smirks. Jesus, this girl.
“As much as I would love to sink my cock inside that tight pussy, I can’t, not when I’m like this, and especially not while you are injured. I don’t give a fuck how spectacular you feel.” I say, shedding my shirt and kicking my boots off. “I’m not in a gentle mood, Hellcat and any other time I’d fucking wreck that little cunt, but I can’t tonight.” I growl, crawling over to her as she sighs, cupping my face.
“Okay, baby. Can you at least hold me?” She pouts and I suck that sexy bottom lip of hers into my mouth.
“Yes, baby, I can do that.” I say, kissing her cheek as she rolls on her good side. Once settled, I scoot behind her, pulling her into me as I trail my fingertips over her arm and down her hourglass hip to her thighs and back up, causing her body to riddle with goosebumps. “Baby? Can you tell me what happened? I promise to stay calm.” I plead and she takes a deep breath, telling me everything that happened from the moment I dropped her off, until I found her. I kissed all her bruises and told her how sorry I was until she finally fell asleep. I laid there, listening to her light snores, not wanting to leave, but I have to update Spade and apologize on top of going to kill Bryce.
Hours later, I’m walking the trail at the old academy, planting little speakers that will lead to the Whitestone Lake. I found out through a few sources that Bryce runs these trails every Thursday night before he makes a deal with a new crew that has come to town. Me and Bentley discussed this shit earlier in the night and Kingston is looking into who the fuck these assholes are. Once we have all the intel, we will move in on them. I also let Spade know this information after I was done updating him on Dylan. I didn’t tell him everything, just that she’s been dating Carter for a while and we have been messing around on the side and decided to make things official-ish.
After class, she broke up with him and that's when, and why, he attacked her. Jameson wanted to go hunting immediately, even Hazel was listening in and had a few choice words to say about it. I think she’s really taken a liking to my girl. Spade calmed them both down and I assured them all that I would take care of it. I was given a time frame to handle it, or they would be taking matters into their own hands, but Spade knows how much of a ruthless killer I am. I’ll get it done, no matter what. I hear a door close and I get into position, blending in with the forest. I give him a few minutes to feel comfortable and think he’s all alone. Taking out my phone, I press play, watching as an ominous voice taunts him.
“Bryceeeee, come out, come out, wherever you areee,” sings through the speakers as I watch Bryce nearly piss himself. He’s looking all around trying to figure out where the voice is coming from. He backs up down the trail as I crack a twig with my boot and step out in plain-sight. He can’t see my face hidden under the hood. I press play and the voice growls, “Run, little hog, run!!” and he takes off down the path nearly tripping over his own feet. I give him a few seconds of a head start before I take off after him. I continue to let the voice taunt him through the speakers.
“Whoever you are, l-l-leave me alone!” He stammers and I laugh.
“Please, if it’s money you want, I’ll pay. I have rich parents. Let me cut you a check.” He yells as I catch up to him, giving him a little push, causing him to trip but not fall just yet.
“No amount of money will get you out of this. You know what you did.” I growl as I continue to chase and give him another push.
“You have the wrong guy. I didn’t do anything!” He yells with a hiccup. I’m pretty sure he’s crying. What a fucking pussy.
“That’s a lie.” I growl, sending a star to his left achilles tendon. He screams on impact and loses his footing. He still doesn't fall but it shit for sure slowed him down. I slow my pace, letting him hop on one foot further down the trail.
“For every lie you tell, I will make it hurt.” I laugh as he gasps.
“Please, I know nothing. Just let me go.” He begs, but all the begging in the world isn’t going to save him.
“Does Dylan St. James ring a bell?” I growl and he stops for a second, looking back at me, trying to see my face.
“What about her? They made me do it. I didn’t want to, but they threatened my scholarship and my family, man. You have to believe me.” He pleads and I throw another star, hitting the other achilles tendon and he drops, screaming in pain.
“Bullshit!” I yell, shoving his face in the dirt. I remove both stars from his ankle and wipe the blood off on my pants, putting them in my holster.
“Please, please. I’m sorry. What do you want from me?” He asks as spittle flies from his mouth and tears cover his face. I bend down and remove my hood, getting in his face so he can see exactly who is about to end his pathetic life.
“Who sent the orders?” I growl.
“I-I don’t know.” He stammers, but that’s not good enough.
“Wrong answer,” I spit, wrapping my hand around his throat, squeezing until his eyes bulge. He slaps at my hand in a panic and I release some of the pressure.
“It was Carter! He was the one who told Garrett to round everyone up and told him she wanted us to run a train on her. I didn’t know they were going to drug her and hurt her like that! They went too far, man.” He says, taking a deep breath as I remove my hand from this neck.
“Interesting, being that I was there, I didn’t see you once try to stop anything. You went right along like a bitch, and for that, you’re dead.” I say taking out my sais.
His eyes widen as I lean in and whisper, “The Candyman sends his regards,” just before I stab under his chin, through his face, hitting the brain. I drag him by his face the rest of the way through the trail, down to the lake.
Removing the sais from his face, I dip it in the water and wipe it off on my pants, placing it back into the holster. I pull his head into the water and take out my twelve inch hunting knife and slice into his flesh, ripping through the muscle and tissue, removing his head from the spinal cord and letting it float away with the current.
I contemplate on what I want to do next. Do I just roll the body in the lake and call it a day or do I chop him up? A yawn hits me, making the decision for me. I roll the fucker into the river, watching as he floats and sinks a bit. I walk back through the trail, retrieving my speakers on the way, as I get back to my car.
Throwing my holster and speakers into the trunk, I change my jeans and place the old ones in the garbage bag to dispose of later. Getting into the car, I start her up as I light a cigarette, inhaling the minty smoke as I put her in gear and roll out slowly. The new crew won’t be here for another twenty minutes, but I trust no one, so I take it easy leaving here with no headlights on until I get back on the highway.
Two down, three more to go. Now I just need a quick shower and my girl in my arms.