Chapter 8 #2
“I’ll fuck you raw,” Dad says conversationally to Olivia, twisting her nipple so hard that she wordlessly screams. There’s no arousal, simply terror as the scent of burned cake fills the room.
“Of course, I need my boys to have an heir that shares some biology with me, so I’ll have to fuck your ass instead.
Then, I’ll gather my favorite men to fuck you.
You’ll be a broken shell in no time, begging to be returned to my sons. ”
Olivia’s gaze is empty as she stares at my father, a clear sign that she’s checked out. Gareth sighs, but it makes my veins run cold. There’s anger in his gaze, and I know that he’s going to make us pay for this.
I want to gut myself, however, we started this runaway train. There’s no way off, right?
“Leave her, Dad,” Maddox says cooly. “She’s made an attachment to Gareth. He’ll help her come to terms with what needs to happen.”
“Is that true, son?” he asks, releasing Olivia finally. He’s been trying to get her to scream for him again, groping her roughly, but she hasn’t made a single sound. Holding the knife to her throat, Dad presses against her skin until a bead of blood wells up.
“I kidnapped her for a reason,” is all Gareth allows stiffly.
“Then get her in line,” he says, slapping Olivia. Her gaze fills with fury, and he chuckles under his breath. “There’s fire in you. It’ll be a pleasure to break you. It’s adorable that you believe you have any kind of choice.”
Dad removes the knife, and Olivia steps back, pushing Gareth away before she kicks off her shoes.
“There’s always a choice,” she rasps, turning and running away.
She won’t get far, and I relax as I hear her run up the stairs. The windows don’t open in any of those rooms, so she won’t be able to throw herself out of one either.
“Four days,” Dad reminds us with a grunt. “Gareth, no offense, but you may want to keep your dick in your pants for a while. I need your mind sharp for what’s to come.”
Whistling as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, he strolls out of the room.
“I need—”
Maddox holds his hand up to silence Gareth, getting up to listen for the front door to open and shut. It takes much longer than it should, making me suspicious of our father’s intentions.
“Go check on Olivia, I need to find any surveillance devices he may have put in here,” Maddox says, pulling out his phone.
We all have the same app downloaded onto our phones, and Aled moves to the front of the house while we look in our living room. Gareth shakes his head as he jogs out of the room, muttering about blood and knives. I have no idea what he’s talking about, not until I hear a shout from upstairs.
In the time he left, we found seven different devices. Our father is clearly trying to keep us on our toes.
“What’s wrong—” Aled calls from the base of the stairs, where we’re now standing.
Gareth runs downstairs with towels pressed against Olivia’s arms, and I stumble against the wall as I watch him. She didn’t…
“Call the doctor!” he screams, falling on his ass on the stairs as his dress shoe slides off one. He’s moving too quickly, and tumbles down several of them before he jumps off the last several stairs.
Dropping to his knees, he lays Olivia on the ground, blood soaking his clothes as he continues to press the towels into her arms.
“Now,” Gareth snarls.
Maddox quickly calls Dr. Royal, even as I wonder if there’s simply too much blood. The doctor and his pack only live a few houses down from us, which means he typically gets here quickly unless he’s at the hospital.
“Dr. Royal, we have an attempted suicide we need help with,” Maddox reports, his scent worried and sour as he speaks. His typical calm lavender scent feels wrong, and I realize he may just care what happens to this woman.
We are so fucking fucked.
“Yes, it’s our omega,” Maddox says. “No, I will not explain, and yes I understand that there will be an extra fee attached to this service. Get your ass over here. Please.”
Aled drops to his ass on the stairs as he watches Gareth attempt to slow the flow of blood.
“I armed her,” he rasps, tears flowing down his face. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my adopted brother cry. Not once. “I caught her making the second cut, and wrestled the knife away from her. She… Olivia cut straight up her arms. She will find a way to die if we continue this.”
“What else can we do?” I ask, desperate for a way out.
“Dad will kill us all and start over,” Maddox says, hanging up. “He’ll marry Olivia for himself, keep her as his fuck toy, and impregnate her to force her to birth new heirs. It’ll be her living nightmare.”
“Remember what her daughter’s mate said,” I remind them. “She’s already lived through that once. I don’t think her mind will be able to survive it again.”
“This can’t happen!” Gareth screams. “I’m the one who does all the dirty work in this family, yet I’m the one with a goddamned soul? She’s supposed to be your omega. What do you think you should be doing?”
“We rejected her to protect her,” Aled says, swallowing hard.
“That didn’t work,” Gareth says, watching as Maddox pushes a button to let the doctor through the gates and opens the front door. “If you’re too chicken shit to say it, I will.”
Olivia’s getting paler and paler, long passed out from the pain and shock of cutting herself.
“We kill Dad,” Gareth grunts, ignoring the doctor as he walks in.
“Lalalalal, I didn’t hear shit,” Dr. Royal says, moving quickly to the girl. “Do you know who this fucking is?”
“We do know,” I sigh. “Apparently, Olivia gets around.”
“Gross, she does not,” he mutters, pulling out his supplies and snapping on gloves as he lifts one of the towels from Olivia’s arms. He disinfects and cleans the wound, and then begins to stitch it up. “I’ve never known her to be suicidal. You guys really fucked up, didn’t you?”
“Hold the lecture, please,” Maddox says, locking the door. “We’re aware we’re looking at a war. You can’t tell anyone what you saw here.”
“I think you’re overstepping how much I care about Doctor-patient confidentiality,” Dr. Royal states. “She’s my patient, you’re not. This is clearly a scream for help.”
“We need some time to figure things out before her family gets involved,” Gareth says, surprising us all. “I’m not saying that to protect us, but because adding anything else to this shitstorm will deeply compromise her health.”
“Are you seriously threatening her in front of me?” Dr. Royal asks.
“Not at all. It’s not us you need to worry about,” Gareth says, sniffing.
The doctor takes in how distraught Gareth is before blowing out a breath.
“I was never here,” he says finally. “I didn’t hear anything, but I understand that you may not be completely behind the reason that she attempted to kill herself.
Olivia Quinn isn’t going to bend under any kind of fucked up biology you may be hoping she’ll be influenced by.
She’ll keep trying until she accomplishes what she wants. ”
“You seem to know her really well,” Maddox says, his lip curling at the thought.
We’re so messed up. We don’t want her, but we don’t want anyone else to express interest either. Dr. Royal is younger than us by over ten years.
“Did she stop cutting here?” Dr. Royal asks, ignoring my brother as he moves to the next arm.
There’s a more jagged cut on her inner left arm, showing me that she was interrupted.
“I found her trying to kill herself and yelled at her to stop,” Gareth says dejectedly. “I shouldn’t have let her go upstairs alone.”
“That was out of your hands,” I say. “You couldn’t have followed any earlier than you did.”
Dad would have leveraged Olivia even more against him if he knew that Gareth cared about her.
“Hmm,” the doctor murmurs to himself. “She could either scar or heal this herself. There’s no way to know. Do you know anything about her or did you see something pretty and decide you wanted her?”
“We’re learning as we go,” Maddox says. “I guess we have a murder to plot.”
“Fuck,” Dr. Royal curses.
“You didn’t hear shit,” I confirm. “It has to be before Dad decides to fuck her.”
My tongue is looser than normal, and I’m not sure why.
Maddox glances at where the doctor’s features are pinched, and shakes his head for me to stop talking. He’s right, the doc can’t handle talk of patricide and stitch up Olivia. Pressing my lips tightly against each other as a reminder to shut up, I wait until he finally stands.
Pushing myself off the wall, I grab the nearby wastepaper basket so he can deposit the towels and his gloves.
“Only call me if you’re close to death,” Dr. Royal complains.
“Even if it’s for her?” I ask, my chin jutting in her direction.
“I’ll be back with an IV for Olivia. There will be pain medication, antibiotics, and fluids in it. I’ll bring supplies to take care of her wounds as well,” he says. “Her I’ll make time for, free of charge.”
One of us would usually tease him right about now, but instead, I just nod.
“I’m taking her upstairs to my room to rest, hiding all the knives, and making her comfortable,” Gareth says, lifting her into his arms.
“One of us will show you upstairs once you’re back,” I say to Dr. Royal before showing him out the door.
The only silver lining to this all is that now we have a plan, and if that fails, the antibiotics will inhibit Olivia’s heat blockers. We can’t get married if she’s in heat, right?
Maddox slaps me over the head as if he can feel my fucked up thoughts, making me wince. Who am I kidding? He probably can.