Carter leans over me, and I feel him harden against my stomach, and I can’t help the whimper that slips out.
“Fuck,” the other two groan in unison, causing the panic to rise further. I don’t know who these men are, or what they want from me.
My mind races as I wonder if they are part of my father's cult. Maybe they are hitmen sent to kill me. They want me dead, and my father would pay to make it happen.
“You have to let me go,” I scream as Carter gets off me but keeps staring at me with a predatory gaze.
He shakes his head in refusal.
“I can’t do that. You are going to get yourself killed, and I won’t allow it. We will help you.”
The bearded one growls loudly.
“No, Carter, we are not fucking getting involved in whatever Killer is up to.”
I glare at the man with the beard, feeling annoyed at his little nickname for me.
“Killer?” I ask.
He steps closer to the bed where I’m restrained and tilts his head to the side with a smirk on his face.
“Am I wrong about you? Oh, please defend yourself,” he says, his tone mocking.
Pulling on the handcuffs, I scream in frustration when, again, they don’t budge.
“I don’t know any of you. I don’t owe you an explanation or anything else. Fucking dickheads.”
Killian barks out, “You’ve been leaving dead bodies onourproperty like it’s a goddamn cemetery. You are causing problems for us that I, frankly, have no fucking interest in dealing with. But Carter, for some reason, thinks you're worth the hassle. So how about you tell us the truth, Killer, before I handle trouble the way I would prefer to.”
I glance between the three of them, weighing my options, which I know are few.
“Can you undo the cuffs, and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Carter arches his eyebrow and stares at me with apprehension.
“Are you going to run, Little Heathen?”
I shake my head, and swallow hard as I speak honestly.
“If I thought I could get away from you I probably would, but I’m not an idiot. I’m not going to run.”
Knox comes over, undoes the handcuffs as I requested, and smirks at me.
“Good girl. You’re right. You’d only get away if we let you, and I promise, Carter, also known as the hunter, won't allow that to happen. Now behave while I cut the ropes. I don’t want you to get cut.”
He continues to stare at me as he issues a stern warning, his expression now serious instead of playful.
“Place your hands underneath you. This is important; you cannot and will not touch Carter. If you do, it’ll be very dangerous for you, so just don’t fucking do it.”
Once he cuts me free, I immediately sit up on the bed and scoot back to the headboard, to put distance between myself and these crazy three men I’ve found myself trapped with. I rub at my red wrists before putting them underneath my thighs. Knoxsits on one side of the bed, and Carter sits on the other. I’m relieved when Killian, who has already insinuated he’d like to kill me, takes a seat on the chair in the corner of the room.
When I don’t start speaking immediately, Killian growls with irritation.
“Start fucking talking.”
My shirt shifted when I moved, so I quickly pull it back down to make sure I’m not showing any skin and sigh audibly.
“It’s a long story, okay? The church on the other side of the road in the woods, those people are my family. It’s not a real house of worship like you might think.”
