And I mean it.
I’ve worked out now that he needs more help than the rest of us combined.
Chapter Fifteen
Keir
All the lights are off when Sailor quietly opens the front door, she’s been gone all day. The sun has set, but with everything closed in the house she has to squint her eyes as she peers around making sure no one is there.
When she spots me, her hand slaps to her heart and her breathing increases. “You scared me.” Her voice is high, nervousness settling in. “Why are you up this late?” I don’t reply. Instead, I wait for her to continue, “I had to go get something from the store.” She holds up a block of chocolate.
“The car has tracking,” are the first words that come from my mouth. Her mouth opens to dispute it, but then quickly shuts as she searches her mind for some sort of lie to spin.
“Well …” she drops the chocolate and raises her hands to her hips, “… you caught me. Are you going to kill me now?” she says it in a joking manner, but I don’t take any of this for a joke. She watches me with a defiant, small smile on her face like she didn’t just leave, no sneak out, as I slowly stand. If she hadn’t have come back, I would have hunted her down and killed her. The possibility is still there.
Her mouth forms the perfect O as she opens it to say something else, but I’m too quick for her. My gun is out and in her mouth before she knows what’s happened. Her lips wrap around the end of it, and she goes to pull back, but I shove it forward even more. Her eyes go wide in horror, realizing she’s made a grave mistake in testing me.
“I’ve killed for far less,” I tell her, seeing her hands shaking in front of her as they clutch on to her dress. “You ever fucking play that game again, I won’t hesitate to let this bullet go into your fucking brain.” Pulling the gun out of her mouth, she steps back from me so I’m not within reaching distance.
“Don’t you ever fucking do that again,” she spits at me, her anger surprising me.
I expected compliance and fear, not fucking anger, and I’m not sure what emotion that’s bringing out in me, so I reply with, “Same goes for you, lollipop.”
“I’m not your fucking lollipop, asshole.” She turns and storms off, but I’m right behind her.
“But you taste so fucking sweet.” She looks back at me fiercely, her beautiful eyes glowing with such an intense rage they bore right through me, wanting to say something but thinking better of it before walking straight to my room. She tries to shut the door behind her with force, but I don’t allow it and follow her in. She goes to her small pile of clothes and lifts them up in her hands, then turns and glares at me.
“I’m going to sleep on the couch, far, far away from you.”
I catch her by the arm on her way past me. “You’ll do no such thing.” Again, she wants to say something in response, but instead she bites her bottom lip. Bites it so hard that when it pops free from her mouth, it’s red with an indentation and a tiny spot of blood pools in the spot.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Her head starts shaking and she tries to pull away from me. “No, you fucking ain’t.”
I drop her arm and start undoing my shirt. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
Her eyes lock on mine, and she stands there frozen and silent, but the fire in her gaze burns through me.
“Get undressed. Now, lollipop.”
“No,” she bites back, unmoving.
“That’s okay, I can tear the clothes from your body. Or, better yet, I can cut them off.” I pull my knife, which is usually stored in my belt, from my back pocket. I was dressed and ready to get her but then she slipped back in. I wasn’t lying—I would have killed her and thought little of it if I’d had to go collect her myself.
Rage.
Fury.
Followed by a crazed indignation which seethed through me at the audacity she could simply walk out and expect no consequences from those actions. People have died from simply looking at me wrong, so leaving without permission is something I won’t tolerate.
She needs to learn, even if she has the sweetest pussy alive.
Stone cold dead is what she would have been.
As everyone before her who has betrayed me is currently located six feet under.
But she came back.
On her own.
So, some leeway will be given this time.
Sailor drops the clothes from her grasp as I stalk toward her, the knife clutched in my hand at my side. Her eyes flick down to the shiny blade, then back to me. It’s not fear that resides behind her orbs any longer, no, that’s excitement mixed with anger and frustration.