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.