Fucking hell. Why did I have to be kidnapped by a bunch of fucked-up brothers with daddy issues?
“Roman,” I cry, demanding his attention but getting nothing but his back. “ROMAN. FUCKING HEAR ME. I DIDN’T DO THIS. LET ME GO.”
A frustrated growl tears through his chest and in the same moment, he releases my ankle, dropping my body weight to the hard ground with a loud thump. He spins on me, his tall, wide frame looming over me like a wicked stalker closing in on his latest obsession. The wolf stops, turning to watch my inevitable fall from grace, not even a hint of remorse in his jet-black eyes.
My heels dig into the ground, catching against a fallen branch and I use it to push myself back, my hands trembling the closer he gets. “I hear you,” he tells me, his deep tone low and filled with a deadly venom, a sound that sends chills sweeping down my spine. His head tilts to the side, that angry scar daring me to try and run. “The only problem is you were the only one there. The gun was in your hands. The guilt and blame rests on your shoulders, and now my brother is dead.”
My eyes widen, his words piercing right through to my broken soul. “No,” I demand, pushing against my heels again, putting more space between us as my words struggle to fly free over the lump lodged in my throat. “No. I refuse to believe that. You’re lying. He’s not dead. He can’t be. I’d know.”
“So, tell me,” he says, stepping with me and crouching down, dropping his hand back to my ankle and dragging me back toward him. “What do you suppose I do to the girl who took my brother’s life?”
My chest aches, my heart thundering as the true weight of the situation falls over my shoulders.
Marcus is dead.
Gone. Taken from me by that fucking psycho hooded bitch and I’ll never get the chance to make it right, never get the chance to watch the blood drain from her body as I take her pathetic life. Marcus was the sweetness in a sour world, the sun in this looming darkness. He was fucked in the head, a complete nutcase with a hard-on for chains, drugs, and a tight pussy. And while he put me through hell, he also opened my eyes to a lifestyle I didn’t know I wanted. He could have meant something to me, could have been more had I let him, and now he’s gone.
Levi and Roman are going to … fuck, I can’t even think about it.
I’m not just the girl they think shot him, I’m the girl they believe killed their brother. This is so much more than just a simple bullet through the head, this is grounds for hell. The devils inside them are coming to play and they’re not going to leave until they’re satisfied.
Sobs tear from my chest as Roman’s eyes darken and narrow to irritated slits. He leans toward me, his fingers pressing against the gaping wound in my stomach. “Say your prayers, Empress,” he spits, his tone mocking and full of wicked secrets as I scream, the pain too great to bear. His lips twist into a psychotic smirk and darkness falls around me.
Hot, searing pain cuts through me as a pair of hands are lodged deep inside my stomach. My eyes spring open and a loud, terrified gasp pulls from between my lips. Blinding white lights blur my vision as my chest lifts up off the hard bench, desperate to ease the torrential burn. Strong hands slam against my shoulders, forcing me back down with an impenetrable force, and as the hands dig deeper, feeling around inside my body, I scream with everything that I’ve got.
Stars dance in my vision. I never knew pain like this was even possible.
My heart pounds heavily in my chest and I hear it in my ears, rapidly beating at an inhumane pace, telling me it’s only moments from giving out. I try to breathe through it, clenching my eyes, but it’s too much. I can’t handle it.
“STOP,” I wail, my hands clutching onto something velvety, yet corded and strong. “MAKE IT STOP.”
Something sharp digs into me, tearing right into my flesh. I fight against the pressure on my shoulders, frantically trying to get away from whatever the hell is causing this agony. This is it. This must be what death feels like. This has to be my version of hell.
A wicked laugh cuts through my misery and my eyes spring open again, fighting against the blinding white light. I blink a few times, forcing myself to focus on the man standing over me. Roman hovers at my head, his dark, lethal eyes locked on my face, watching the pain in my features. “Stop,” I yelp, sobbing relentlessly as I plead for this agony to end. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing to me, but I know he holds the reins. He holds the power. He always has.
“No can do, Empress,” he says, his tongue rolling over his bottom lip as though he’s never been so turned on in his life. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”
“Keep her still,” comes a gruff voice from my side.
My wide, terrified gaze snaps down to Levi who stands beside the table, a needle and thread held skillfully between his bloodied fingers. He hums to himself, enjoying his moment, blissfully unaware of the havoc raining down over me, as though he doesn’t currently have his other hand shoved deep inside my body.
His obsidian eyes glance over the tip of the sharp needle and a sick grin cuts across his full lips as he dives back down, digging the needle straight into my flesh. Another hot, searing pain tears at me and I scream as my hands snap up. My nails dig deep into Levi’s waist, clawing at his skin like a hot knife through butter. “STOP,” I shriek, more than aware of the fact they bypassed the whole numbing part of this bullshit home surgery.
As if only just realizing that my stomach is connected to the rest of my body, Levi’s brows furrow and he turns to meet my haunted stare. His eyes are sickening, filled with pain and fury. He looks nothing like the Levi who fucked me on the roof, nothing like the calm and content man who I watched play his drums. This man right here is the lethal DeAngelis brother who I’ve always heard so much about in the news. He’s the relentless, psychotic man who will callously murder on a whim, he’s the man who would take every last scream out of a victim before brutally taking their life with a fucking smile on his face.
How could I have allowed myself to see anything other than that in these wicked men?
His hand moves inside me and I watch in horror as the corners of his lips lift into a twisted smirk while blindly digging the needle back into my body. My nails cut deeper as his blood pools beneath my fingers, but I doubt he even notices. “Why would I stop?” he questions, his tone void of all emotion. “I’m having so much fun.”
Nausea swirls deep in my gut and I see dark spots dancing across my vision, warning me that I only have a few moments before unconsciousness claims me again. My gaze shoots back up to Roman who’s holding me down, his strength like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, but just as his dark eyes fall back to mine, I feel Levi’s fingers moving around inside me just moments before he digs even deeper with the needle, piercing right through my injured flesh.
A haunting scream tears from my throat and I turn my face, clenching my eyes as the smell of blood overwhelms me. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t relent, doesn’t even give me a chance to breathe as the tears stream down my dirty face.
Roman presses down harder, his strong arm jammed up beside my face. I don’t even think, just open my mouth and bite down as hard into his warm flesh, desperate to relieve the pain any way that I can.