“I want to paint their house in their blood. Not a fucking inch will go untouched. What is the name?” he asks again.
“The Radleys,” I whisper, and his eyes widen.
“Which ones?” he grits. His jaw is so fucking tense and his hands are in fists.
“Father and son,” I whisper again.
“Which son? There’s two?” he asks, and I take a breath, wincing.
“Jacob Lee. That’s who I’m supposed to marry,” I tell him, and he growls.
“Not going to happen. They aren’t going to survive the night! Where is Kayla? I need Dalton here now!” he yells, making me flinch.
“I haven’t seen Kayla. Harrison is the one who brought me to the Brimstone house,” I answer, and he growls.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he says, then leaves the room. This is such a fucking mess. I can’t escape from anything. Maybe I should’ve gone to the boys. But then, I’d never see Johnny again, and I’m not sure I can live with that.
Hours later, after the doctor checks me and Johnny helps me get cleaned up, Master bursts through the door, and a very angry Johnny stands from his seat across the room.
“What the fuck, Dalton. Since when do we allow our girls to be beaten within an inch of their lives at that house? Huh?” he growls, and Master walks over to me, brushing a hair out of my face and running a finger gently down my cheek.
“We don’t. You know that!” he answers, and Johnny folds his arms.
“Care to explain this then. She was only meant to go there for training sessions, not to be hurt and returned like this! This cannot go unpunished. I want them here tonight!” he commands, and Master’s face snaps up in Johnny's direction then his eyes narrow.
“Watch who the fuck you are talking too, Puppet!” he threatens, and Johnny spits on the ground.
“Fuck that. We’ve had an understanding for years. I don’t fucking answer to you!” he growls, and Master unbuttons his suit jacket, taking it off and draping it over the edge of the bed.
“You have a lot of anger running through you, son. But I need you to remember that in here, you will obey the rules. I deserve respect,” he states, and Johnny laughs.
“Not until this is rectified. You are the reason she went there, and your property was returned broken! I want fucking blood, and if you don’t give me what I want, I’m going to do it myself with or without you,” he spits, and Master nods.
“You’re right. This was never meant to happen to our Little Doll. They will pay for going against us. First, we need to get her better, and I might have what she needs.” He smiles as Johnny comes over to the bed, sitting down next to me, running his fingers through my hair.
“Is that right?” Johnny asks as I press my body against his and wrap my arm around his waist.
“Yes,” Master answers as he backs up towards the door, opening it and snapping his fingers. I close my eyes as my stomach bottoms out and the pain meds finally kick in, sending a rush of heat through my limbs.
“Little Doll, look who I have here for you,” Master coos, and I open my eyes and gasp.
“Axel,” I whisper as his eyes collide with mine, and he smirks.
No! No! No! He can’t be here. He just fucking can’t.
Chapter 29
Maverick
Spending the afternoon at Whitestone Pen was an experience I never want to relive again. That place houses the worst of the worst criminals on the East Coast. Harley seems to be holding up in there, especially since he has protection of the Irish which I didn’t see coming but it's a good thing. It made me feel so much better knowing he’s okay. I much rather him be home with us, but we are still waiting for his blood test to show positive that he was drugged and didn’t rape the cunt. But me and Casp have a plan, which I hope will work in our favor. If it doesn’t, we are all out of options.
Turning into the driveway of the Cyprus mansion, I see Caspian is already here and the party has started.Perfect.
Getting out of my car, I grab the duffel bag and place it in my trunk, then reach into my pocket, grabbing a joint and lighting it. I take a second to revel in the woodsy aroma as I inhale the sweet smoke. I haven’t been able to get high all day and now it’s time to unwind. I’ve been going through more mary than normal asof late. Ever since the day at Presley's house months ago, I can’t bring myself to cut back like I usually do. I let my anger and rage overpower the rational side of my brain but it never shuts off. It never stops yapping. It's always going a mile a minute, but when I smoke, it calms it down, bringing it to a slow and steady pace. One minute, I want to burn the world. But in the next, I want to feel those flames licking up my skin, burning away at my flesh until everything is silent. That’s the beauty of it all.Dangerous fucking Beauty.
Taking a deep inhale, I hold it then exhale as I think about the call I received last night from Presley. It was so good to hear her voice. I just wanted to stop everything I was doing, which was hacking into the PD and trying to see if they tampered with any evidence they had found, but her voice put everything to a halt. I had my keys in hand and was ready to go get her, but she wouldn’t let me. I could tell by her pleas and the tone in her voice that she is struggling tremendously, and it truly hurts my heart that I can’t do shit for her. I just want her home. All of them home. After getting off the phone, I tossed one of my computer screens across the room, causing Casp to come in to see what the fuck my problem was. So I told him about Presley, and he immediately took his phone out and called over to Hillsboro. Of course, he got nothing. That place is a fucking cesspool, but I was able to easily hack into their system, finding out who owns the place. Dalton Callaghan. So I dug deeper and found out that he’s associated with some of the men Caspian is working with. Hopefully, he was able to set up a meeting with them, because again, we are running out of options.
Girls giggling and guys cheering take me out of my racing thoughts as I walk around the side of the house into the back where girls are in bikinis mud wrestling. I shake my head. Casp always knows how to throw a good party. I continue to smokemy joint as I make my way over to the garage, but someone grabs me, and I look to see blue nails trailing up my arm.
