“Madison. Get the fuck out of the way before I fucking move you myself.”
“Madison,” Damon says gently from behind me, and I shiver at the cool calmness of his voice. It’s petrifying, but peaceful. I know he won’t hurt me, so I trust him.
“Shh,” I hush him over my shoulder before looking back to both Nate and Bishop.
“Now both of you are going to let me finish speaking.” I look between the two of them. “Damon left Katsia—and yes, I know about Katsia, and before you both fly off the handle, I drove to the ranch, not knowing what it was, only remembering what is was like there as a kid.”
Forget.
I take a big gulp of air. “I needed a fucking break from you guys, so I drove to the only place I remember my dad taking me as a kid—that ranch. It wasn’t until I got there and met Damon and then Katsia…” I shake my head, still in shock from that revelation. “…that I realized the place was something else entirely. I look toward Bishop, his eyes still on Damon like he’s ready to feast on him for dessert.
“Bishop?” I narrow my eyes. “Did you guys know he’s my brother? My twin?”
Bishop’s focus snaps straight to me before going back to Damon. “Et nuntiatum est illi?”
“Stop fucking talking in Latin!” I yell, annoyed with everyone even though the way the syllables roll off Bishop’s tongue has my lady bits tingling. “Did you both know?” I repeat, looking toward Bishop and Nate.
“Yes,” Bishop answers, dropping his hoodie to sit around his neck. He cranks his shoulders, rolling them out before looking back to Damon. “But that doesn’t mean shit. You shouldn’t trust him.”
“Why?” I scoff. “Like I shouldn’t have trusted you?”
His mouth snaps closed. “That’s different.”
I roll my eyes and look back to Damon. “Go into my room. I’m okay. I’ll handle it.”
Damon pauses then nods. “Okay.” He turns and walks back to my room, and I shut Nate’s door, spinning around to look at both boys. “The fuck is your problem?”
“Madison,” Nate says, his tone empty of any humor. This is Nate’s serious voice, and usually I take it seriously, but they need to trust me now.
“No, Nate. I trust him. He’s not going to hurt me.”
Nate steps toward me, but Bishop’s hand comes up to his shoulder, stopping him. He looks toward Bishop, and Bishop shakes his head. “I’ll handle this.”
I swallow.
Bishop walks toward me, his finger hooking under my chin to nudge my head up. He looks down, towering over me. “First thing I’m going to say is that when I say you don’t trust someone, Madison, I usually mean you don’t fucking trust someone. Second thing? Do you know what the Lost Boys’ job is, Madison? What their main job is? What Katsia is? Who she is?” His fingers spread over my cheeks as he pushes me backward until I hit the wall behind me. He drops his tone, his hand squeezing my cheeks so tightly my lips pucker. “I’m so fucking angry at you, Kitty. I don’t know whether I should fuck you or kill you or both,” he whispers angrily, his lip curled and his breath falling over mine. My heart pounds in my chest.
Oh, God. I’ve really pissed him off. Usually, I enjoy this, but not when I see the anger lingering in his eyes. That anger is a caged beast, seconds away from breaking free.
“Of course I don’t know, Bishop.” I nudge my head, trying to get my face out of his grip, but he doesn’t budge. Instead, he steps in between my legs and pins my waist to the wall with his, feeling his cock push into my stomach.
Narrowing my eyes, I look down to his perfect lips. “You don’t tell me shit.”
His jaw tenses, and then a smirk licks the corner of his mouth. But it’s not a nice smirk. This is Bishop’s other smirk. The one I saw when he slit Ally’s throat. Fear whistles through my bones, just lightly. Enough to make me brace myself for what’s to come.
He brings his mouth to my ear. “When I fucking say don’t trust someone, Madison. You don’t trust them.”
“What do they do?” I ask, closing my eyes.
Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say.
“Lost Boys?” Nate grins, walking up behind Bishop. “Who do you think takes care of the little Swans, Madison?”
“Take care?” My eyebrows furrow. I look to Nate, his grin not changing. My stomach curls in disgust as realization sinks into my thought process. “Oh my God.”
Bishop’s hand moves from my face to my throat, and he squeezes slowly. “Gotta say, this is getting my dick hard like nothing. It’s a dangerous thing you have me feeling, Kitty. The angrier you make me, the more I want to fuck you until you’re so fucking bruised that you feel the wrath of my anger for weeks after.”