I leave my sister alone with the fire-breathing dragon.
Pussy.
I’m taken out of the cage and shoved to the floor beside my twin. She clings to me, crying for Stormy, who’s now the one in danger. I bury my face in my hands, unable to look. I can’t watch her take the punishment for my mistakes.
Her screams and Dragon’s vicious growls have me retreating far inside my mind, where I don’t have to face the fact I’m weak and caused all of this. Rocking in place, I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears.
I can’t listen to him rape her.
I can’t.
One of her screams pierces my peaceful sanctuary, drawing me back to the horrors in my present reality. Stupidly, I chance a glance into the cage.
I’m met with the harsh aftermath of what my sister endured for me.
Naked.
Her bared ass splattered with semen.
Destroyed at the hand of that monster who lies beside her, face up and panting.
“Brav-fucking-o,” Night Giant says, clapping. “The viewers loved that shit.”
If we make it through this alive, I’m not sure how my sister will ever forgive me. I know one thing’s for sure, I’ll never forgive myself.
And, given the opportunity, I’ll make Dragon pay for what he did to her.
Dragon
Several Months Later - June
I can’t sleep.
Not since my last stint with Night Giant. When he forced me to…
Black. Black. Black.
All my rage swirls into a storm cloud of fury that successfully blocks out my memories. My nightmares might continue to haunt me, but when I’m awake, I’m in control.
I’ll always be in control.
Night Giant won’t ever get the opportunity to touch me again.
He might still walk the streets, but one day soon, I’ll make him pay. I want it to be perfect. The monster doesn’t know he’s going to be in my biggest show yet.
I’m the fucking star.
He created me, so it’s only right he gets to see the final production. To be a leading role, this time in my show. I’ll make sure he feels every single ounce of pain and shame he caused me since I was just sixteen years old.
My chest aches when I think back to that day I was so brutally stolen from my life. Sometimes, Mom’s face enters my dreams. Sometimes it’s Dad. The only time tears fall is when I think about them.
My brothers.
I try not to check in on them, but it’s my guilty pleasure. Seeing my three younger brothers grow into brilliant, successful young men gives me a sliver of peace. I doubt I’ll ever show my face to them again, yet seeing them feels like I can steal tiny memories of a past that was once good.
Katana, sensing my dark mood, crowds closer. If it weren’t for him saving my ass over a decade ago that night in the dumpster in Memphis when I was a traumatized eighteen-year-old, I would’ve probably ended up right back with Night Giant. I owe Katana my life. I owe him everything. He might have divulged to Koyn and the others my past, but it was only because he wanted to save us. I’ve forgiven him for it.
“It’s a wedding, dumbass. Put your phone away,” Stormy gripes, her pregnant ass trying and failing to steal my phone.
“Your hillbilly wedding’s over. You did the duck walk in your pretty white dress and ate cake. Leave me alone.”
She rolls her eyes that are painted heavily with mascara. Her stomach is fucking huge. Won’t be long and we’ll be adding another kid to this crew.
“I don’t walk like a duck,” she argues. “Dickhead.”
I smirk because she so does walk like a duck. “When are we having real food? I’m fucking starving.”
“Bermuda is barbequing chicken. God bless that hot boy’s heart.” She winks at me, the jagged scar I gave her stretching as she smiles. “Save me some drumsticks or so help me there’ll be hell to pay.” She smacks my stomach, nailing me with her big-ass ring.
“Why are pregnant women so bitchy?” I mutter to Katana as she walks away.
She flips me off and he shrugs.
My grin fades away when I see him. Baby Prospect. Standing at the edge of the woods, just beyond where we held the wedding, his hands stuffed in his jeans’ pockets, frowning at the ground like it personally wronged him. For a soft fucker, he pouts like a big-ass prick like Koyn. Must’ve got that attitude of his from his bitchy big sister.
One of the other guests, a Fed named Nick Carmichael who Copper is buddies with, walks over to Cove. Cove’s body tenses as the man speaks to him. Too close. Katana touches my back, dousing the sudden roaring raging fire inside me.
“What?” I grumble.
“I don’t like that guy,” he mutters.
They’re the only words of confirmation I need before I’m flipping open my knife and stalking over to the two men. Nick sees me first, his eyes widening in fear. He holds his hands up in a placating way. When Cove sees me, his blue eyes flash with anger.
Toward me.
Fuck you, Baby Prospect.
“Time to go, Robin,” I snap, putting my body between Nick and Cove. I glower down at the shorter male version of Stormy. “Now.”
Fury explodes from him and he fucking shoves me.
Me!
“Go to hell, Dragon. You’re not my boss.”
My dick twitches at the thought of teaching him a fucking lesson or two.
“You’ll do as I say, Baby Prospect, because you have to. Let’s go.”
“And if I don’t?” he challenges, glowering up at me. “What then? Gonna tell Daddy?”
I grab him by his cut, hauling him closer. “Refer to Prez as Daddy again and he’ll whip your little ass.” I smirk. “Or maybe he’ll let me do that job. We both know I can overpower you.”
It’s a low blow.
Reminding him of that day I was ordered to fuck and kill him.
And, as predicted, the fire is squelched, and he withers in front of me. I should feel like a dick, but it solved the problem of him and Nick talking. That fucker disappeared seconds after I arrived.
“Let me go,” Cove chokes out, not meeting my stare.
“Never going to happen.”
His brows furl together and fiery eyes are back on mine. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I made a promise to your sister.” I flash him an evil grin. “It means you belong to me now, Robin.”
“I’ll never belong to you or anyone,” he snarls, successfully wrenching himself from my grip. “Jesus, you’re such a cockblock. I’d like to lose my virginity sometime this century and of my own free will, asshole.”
I stare after him as he storms off, trembling with anger.
A cockblock?
His virginity?
I knew Night Giant forced him to suck cock on his first and only video, but it still shocks me he managed to make it out of there without worse shit happening. Violent, horrible rape from that sonofabitch. Add in the fact Baby Prospect is like nineteen or some shit, it’s shocking to hear he’s still a virgin. Unimaginable, in fact.
My eyes home back in on Nick, who watches Cove like he’s a little piece of virgin ass he can’t wait to tap.
Hell no.
“You have murder in your eyes,” Katana says, appearing beside me. “Who are we killing today?”