37. Chapter 37
Chapter 37
Dylan
“Never thought you were being beaten by your little sister, aye?” I ask,doing a little dancy dance which he doesn’t find remotely funny.
“Oh, shit.” Ace says, his face dropping as he cups his junk.
“You’re a fucking pig, asshole.” I grin but he shakes his head.
“Do you know how many times I jerked off to you, not knowing you were YOU? Now my spank bank is ruined!” he yells, throwing his hands in the air.
“Good, you idiot.” I laugh. Benny still hasn’t said a word but the questions start flying.
“Where did you get the bike?” Kingston questions as he runs a finger along my ride.
“Who taught you to ride like that?” Antonio asks.
“This bike is fire. There’s no way you did all the work yourself. God forbid the Ice Queen breaks a nail, let alone get her hands dirty.” Ace accuses and I narrow my eyes at him as Benny finally decides to pick his chin up off the concrete and use his mouth to form words. After throwing his helmet across the ground, he moves in front of me,getting in my face.
“You've been playing us the whole time?” He accuses and I grin, thinking fuck it. It’s time to lay all the cards on the table.
“You can thank your boss for that!” I spit as he jumps back like I hit him or something.
“Run that back to me.” He orders, and I smirk.
“I fucking said you can thank your boss.” I grin, not backing down as his eyes narrow on me.
“And who’s my boss, Miss-know-it-all?” He asks, rubbing his thumb under his scruffy chin.
“Oh, Uncle Spade.” I reveal, and his face pales. Got ‘em. Gasps can be heard all around us but Benny remains like a statue, unmoving.
“He’s mom’s younger brother. She’s been keeping this little secret our entire lives. Ain’t it fun being left in the dark?” I sass and he slaps me across the face. I’m stunned into silence. He’s never put his hands on me like this before. I cup my face feeling the heat radiate from my cheek. I rear back but a familiar voice stops me.
“Back the fuck up, Bentley,” comes from somewhere deep in the crowd. I’m frozen for a second but I don’t see anyone. Fuck it. I slam my fist into my brother's face, causing him to stumble back. Kingston tries to get a hold of him but he slips right past his reach, grabbing me by my hair, and pushing me hard to the ground. I cry out, feeling my tailbone crack as it hits the pavement.
“You’re a fucking liar,” he spits, wrapping his hand around my throat, squeezing roughly. Everything happens so quickly, one minute I’m being choked out and the next Bentley flies onto the pavement.
“I told you to back the fuck up.” There’s that fucking voice again. I look over and see combat boots but I can’t fucking see who it is. There’s too many fucking people surrounding them. I try to get to my feet but the pain that radiates up my back puts me on my ass.
Fuck, something isn’t right. I lay on the concrete as I hear yelling and skin hitting skin while I look up at the sky as tears fall from my eyes. There’s no one here to help me. I’m all alone. They don’t care that I’m laying here unmoving staring at the sky as it starts to spin. I close my eyes hoping the spinning would stop, but when I open them again it's worse. Then I hear, “Hellcat, talk to me. Wake up. Please wake up,” and a smile litters my face.
“Always saving me, huh, Crow?” Then darkness takes me from a dream to a nightmare.
Jolting awake, I scream for Easton, but it’s so quiet. A dull beeping hits my ears and the smell of disinfectant assaults my senses as I try to sit up but my wrists and ankles are strapped to the bed I’m laying in. I peel my eyes open, which instantly water from the harsh brightness of the light above me. My heart rate picks up as I thrash against the restraints trying to get myself free. I don’t know where the fuck I am.
What is happening? I scream as I continue to pull and kick as hard as I can. Why am I restrained? How did I get here? Wherever here is. It hurts so fucking bad to open my eyes, it’s like I have been asleep for so long and they refuse to adjust to the light beaming down on me.
A door opens and footsteps squeak against the floor, getting louder the closer they get. Fingers run down my face and along my jaw. “Shh, settle down sweet child. No need to scream,” he soothes as he caresses my face. His sinister voice and strong cologne are vaguely familiar. I want to open my eyes so bad and see who he is but it burns so fucking bad.
“W-who are you?” I rasp, needing a drink to put the fire out in my throat.
“You know who I am, I’ve just been hiding deep in your memories. It’s almost time for you to come out and play with us,” he says, tightening the straps on my wrist.
“I don’t want to play. I just want to go home. Let me go.” I yell and he slaps me across my cheek. Tears instantly leak from my eyes.
“Be a good girl and hush. The more you scream, the more you will be stuck in the abyss, and I have plans for you so I need you to behave.” He threatens and I take a deep ragged breath.
“What is it that you want with me? I’m just a girl in college. What can I possibly have that you want?” I ask, and he laughs sinisterly.
“An heir, my sweet girl. Your mother failed with her abomination of an incest baby and we cannot have that. He’s useless. You, on the other hand, have the perfect bloodline to give me an heir who will reign true power in the future. My legacy must live on,” he confesses.
“A son? Incest baby? What the fuck are you talking about?! I’m not giving you a child. Get fucked.” I spit, pulling against my restraints wishing I could get myself free.
“You don’t have a choice. Ya see, while you were asleep, I had your IUD removed and administered hormones into your IV to get your eggs ready.” He laughs as I continue to try and free myself.
“Fuck you. You’re sick.” I spit, hoping he’s fucking lying.
“Tell me something I don’t already know. I’m just not as sick as your grandfather who raped your mother because he so desperately needed her to fulfill her legacy.” He confesses and I gasp. No. That can’t be true.
“You’re a liar.” I growl and he slaps me again, this time my face whips to the side from the impact. I cry out from the sting that radiates my cheek.
“Am I? Guess only time will tell my dear. Now, back to sleep you go. I have more tests to run on you, my Little Puppet. Your blood rejects the molecules in these injections. You were supposed to die the night those idiots took you and I need to know why you didn’t. Plus, plans have changed and you might be my ultimate weapon. Hopefully, this next injection doesn’t kill you, sweet girl.” He whispers as I feel the sudden rush of heat flow through my veins. I thrash, wanting to get out of here and as far away from this man as I can get.
“No, please no. Let me fucking go.” I scream.
“Hush little baby, don’t you cry,” he sings and I immediately stop as tears spring from my eyes and a burst of white floods my vision pulling me into a memory of a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes holding me as a little girl singing me that lullaby as I cry out for my mother. I remember Bentley huddling in a corner with duct tape covering his mouth as he cried, watching as this man held a knife to my throat. A sinister laugh follows the end of the song as the man whispers in my little ear.
“Poor little mommy isn’t going to buy you anything, she's too busy chasing a ghost she’ll never catch, but she will never hide from the big bad wolves.” Then I’m pulled into another memory, as I run through the grass, my pigtails whipping me in the face. I look back to see if Benny is still chasing me, but I slam into strong legs. I look up and see the tall man who sang me to sleep. “Hello, sweet girl,” he whispers, smiling down at me as he takes a bright green needle from his pocket. Before I could scream, he stabs me in the neck and I fall to the ground, causing my vision to spin, bringing me back to reality as the same man whispers in my ear.
“Give me what I want and no harm may come to the ones you love. When you wake up, be a good girl and I’ll let you go. Tick, tock, Little Monster!” Tears stream down my face at the realization of who he is as the drug fully hits my system warping my brain into a spiral of colors and shapes before I see a tunnel of light and Easton standing at the entrance with his hand out waiting for me. Before I fall deep into the abyss I whisper,
“Yes, father.”