I shouldn’t think of him, his dark tousled hair, and those icy blue eyes. I shouldn’t care that he’s been missing for months and I definitely shouldn’t care about his well-being. He never gave one iota of thought to my well-being when he set the hounds on me the second my high school career started.
But I do care, I care too fucking much and the ache in my chest is still prominent. I miss those icy blues and those plush lips. I miss his cruel smirks and hard gazes. I miss Brody.
I hear the shower curtain rip from the rings and the sound of them scattering has me screaming before my eyes are even open. I open them and try to blink through the water coating my lashes. My vision is blurry but I see the outline of a man in a black tracksuit with the hood pulled up over his head.
I scream again and try to get out of the tub. This guy isn’t any of mine, even though I can barely see him, I just know he’s not one of them. I can’t see his face because the hood covers most but I do see the white shine of his teeth as he bares them at me.
I grab onto the destroyed shower curtain that’s hanging by two measly rings, and try to hoist myself out of the tub, trying to get away from the hooded figure. His wicked laugh is foreign as he watches me struggle and slip my way out. My anxiety is through the roof and I can literally feel my heart rattling my chest cavity.
The final two rings holding the curtain snaps and I tumble the rest of the way out of the tub, landing in a heap on the tiled floor. I try to drag myself up but my fear is crippling me and the pain in my lower back is intense.
I feel a tearing pain in my skull as I’m being dragged up by my hair. I scream and reach for the hand ripping my fucking hair out.
“Don’t fight me and this will go a lot smoother.” His voice sends tendrils of icy fear through my body.
“Brody?” My voice cracks with fear. It’s his voice but at the same time it isn’t. He sounds robotic and devoid of emotion.
He finally lifts me to my feet and I slip through the water, trying to free myself from his grasp. I turn and we come face to face. It’s Brody, I can see the sharp cut of his jaw and the determined set of his plump lips. But it’s those eyes that make me pause. He’s looking at me but it feels like he’s not seeing me, like a fog has descended over him and he’s losing a battle with the dense mist.
“Mine.” He growls through his teeth and I watch as his large fist comes barreling into my face.
My scream is stifled by pain and then blackness.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
It happened and all because I was too distracted by her. The got out and now I have to figure out what damage he left in his wake. The first being Kails lying unconscious in my fucking bed. She’s sporting an angry purple goose egg on her forehead and I cringe knowing my fist did that.
I look down at the pink knuckles on my left hand and curse again. I’m not so mad about hitting her if anything she fucking deserved it. No, I’m angry because I need to try and retrace my steps but how do I do that with this one here in my bed?
My phone pings a few times with incoming messages and then starts to vibrate with an incoming call. I know who it’ll be and if I don’t answer it, he’ll just come over here.
I grab my phone and move into the hallway. “Yeah.”
“Tell me it was you.” Zeke sounds frantic and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to fucking snap.
“You care now?” I sneer.
“I always did, asshole!”
“Now, now.” I taunt him. “If you scream too loud you might wake her up.”
“Thank god.” He breathes and I can hear the stress slowly leave him in that large huff of air. “Did she go with you willingly?”
“Oui.” My lie is automatic and undetected.
“What do I tell everyone?”
“Not my problem.” I hang up the phone because his voice is wearing thin on my patience.
I re-enter the room to find Kails sitting up in my bed and running her hand over the lump on her head. Thankfully, he dressed her in my clothing because I’m sure finding herself naked in my bed would make things slightly worse.
Her eyes snap to mine and widen. Her breathing accelerates and her hands fist into the blanket.
“Brody,” her voice is hoarse. “Why?”
I walk slowly to the side of the bed and sit down beside her. Her body is tense, filled with fear and I breathe it in deep. It’s always been my favorite scent of hers.
“Why Brody?” She asks again, her voice stronger and surer.
That fucking bothers me, so I reach out and grab her jaw in my hand, yanking her face forward into mine.
“I told you,” I shrug and grin. “I’m going to kill you.”
“You’re going to kill me, Brody?” I watch her pulse beat rapidly against the pale skin of her throat. “Why didn’t you do that at my house then?”
“Too much evidence to clean up,” I release her face and get off the bed. “First, there are a few things we need to sort out.”
“Like?” Her voice is still soft but the fear is slowly leaving her. Can’t have that.
I grab her matted and damp hair, slamming her into the headboard. Then I grab the chains I have hanging down the back, Caine and I installed them the same month, just a week apart. I cuff her right hand and laugh when she begins to fight, screaming my name in anguish. I get her other hand in the cuff and step back to watch her struggle for a while.
The way her body moves and the sheen of sweat coating it, makes my cock painfully hard. I yank the hoodie off and throw it on the floor, watching her finally start to settle down.
“Brody?” Ah, there it is. Potent and pure, her fear.
I reach into my pocket and pull out her panties. I let them hang from my finger and hold it up in front of my face. It’s not even under my nose and I still smell the scent of their fucking. I growl deep and long, holding him back with my anger. He won’t get out again that easily.
“Why do you have those?” Her voice shakes and she begins to cry.
“A reminder to myself, how much betrayal costs.”
“What?” She looks confused but I’m distracted by the tears rolling down her cheeks. Tears that Zeke tasted while she gagged on his cock.
I yank the blanket off her body and watch as her legs begin to shake. I know she has nothing on under my t-shirt and it’s time I get my turn to ride this horse. I hate that I’m the last but you better fucking believe I’m about to erase all the others.
“Brody.” She’s beginning to sob as she realizes my intentions. “Don’t do this. Don’t ruin us.”
The Monster roars loudly inside and I have to cover my ears to keep from letting the sound take over. How dare she ask me not to ruin us.
“Funny, that.” I say quietly as I control the tremors of anger. “You already did that, didn’t you?”
“I told you why, Brody!” She shrills as I grab her ankles.
I tug her down the bed so that her arms are lifted taut over her head. She’s kicking her feet and screaming, I can’t have none of this. So, I grab both of her ankles in one hand and undo the belt around my waist. I pull it out and begin to wrap it around her ankles, pulling tight.