41. Chapter 41
Chapter 41
Easton
Dylan’s eyes roll in her head and she falls back onto the cement floor with a thud. Fuck.
“Dylan, wake up, baby.” I yell, working faster to get this fucker secured.
“I hope she’s dead! The stupid fucking cunt.” Carter spits and I grab a hold of his throat, squeezing.
“You’re lucky I can’t kill you yet!” I growl, releasing him. I step away and immediately reach for her. Feeling her neck for a pulse. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Taking out my phone, I dial Spade and he answers on the first ring.
“What’s up, Eas?” he asks.
“Get to Dylan’s house now! Bring Jameson with you. Carter came here and injected her with some fluorescent blue shit and now she’s passed out!” I blurt.
“Fuck! Okay, we will be right there.” He says and the line goes dead.
I’m not sure what the fuck to do at this point, other than to monitor her breathing. A few minutes go by and she jolts awake with a roar.
I step in front of her as she gets up to stand.
“You good baby?” I ask but her eyes are void, almost white instead of the ocean blues I get lost in.
“Father told me I needed to kill you all. I have a list stored in my pretty little head. Check, check, check.” She says sinisterly. What the fuck?
“Hellcat, you’re not making any sense. I need you to lay back down.” I order but she slowly walks towards me.
“I’m his secret weapon to get what he wants. Did you call my uncles? They die first.” She giggles as she runs her fingers down my clenched jaw, over my chest and down my abs, cupping my junk. I grunt at how rough she grabs it. She slides her hands into my jeans but I grip her wrists tightly.
“No, Dylan. I don’t know what the fuck is happening but you need to back up.” I command. She grabs one of my daggers and slices my chest. I push her away as she laughs maniacally.
“The drug is working. You are all dead. Finally!” Carter spits but Dylan spins on him and straddles his lap.
“I knew in the end you would choose me, baby. He can’t make you feel as good as I can.” He smiles, gyrating his pelvis against her. She throws her head back, laughing like a maniac and drags the dagger across his neck. I pull her off him and she strikes me again on my arm, but I don’t care, she’s out of her fucking mind, I know it’s the drugs causing this behavior.
“Get off me, you fucking prick!” She yells and I toss her onto her ass. If she wants to play rough, let’s fucking go. I take out one of my daggers and her eyes light up. We circle one another, never taking our eyes off each other.
“So you're just going to go around killing people? Is that the plan?” I ask and she smiles.
“Oh, there’s a much bigger picture at play. Father wants everything and everyone. No matter the cost. He has so many soldiers, or puppets, as he calls them. This idiot was one and that cunt Bianca is another. There’s no saving the children. They all belong to him,” she grins with a smile I’ve never seen on her before.
“Who is your father?” A deep voice from the stairs booms out. Fucking finally. Jameson and Spade take in the scene but don’t say a word.
“Answer me, Little Creature. Who’s your daddy?” he says, stepping closer to us.
“Ahhhh, hello big brother.” She smirks and his eyes narrow.
“So you’re the secret he’s been keeping?” He asks and she nods.
“Looks like our daddy raped my mother and now he wants me to kill everyone. I’m the secret weapon. I’ve already sold my soul to the Devil. There’s no saving the children. Hazel, Prince, Preston, they are all dead. Including the two of you.” She yells, lunging for Jameson.
“Dylan, no!” I yell but Jameson is too quick. Wrapping his hand around her wrist, he twists and the dagger drops to the ground as he holds her by the throat.
“I have a little message for our dear daddy. Let him know, The Carver is coming for him! So he better crawl back into the hole he was hiding in, because I will stop at nothing to rip his fucking heart out with my bare hands. He’s taken everything from me and now, I’m going to destroy him.” He spits, slamming–
“Let her fucking go, Carver, or I’ll put a bullet in your fucking skull!” Eleana spits.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.