Of course I know it puts more of a target on our backs. If anybody ever follows the trail of dead bodies, they’ll be in our shop asking questions we can’t answer. Maybe it makes me an idiot that I don’t care how high the fucking risk is. I want her with me.
I shake my head, telling her no.
“It’s nothing we can’t handle, Little Heathen. You aren’t going anywhere. Wherever we go, you’ll come with us.”
I spot the question in her eyes, even though she doesn’t voice it.
“You go where we go,” I reiterate, leaving no room for discussion, “Knox races, and he will want you there. Sometimes we go to Killian’s fights, and if we do, you’ll be there. I hunt, when necessary.”
“Hunt?” she asks, and I nod before responding because, of course, she’s thinking deer or something equally fucking boring like that.
“When people need to be eliminated, I handle it. You’ve seen me with a bow. It’s normally how I do it.”
The way her expression changes from curiosity to shock is fucking adorable.
“You hunt people?”
I shrug my shoulders, because it’s not really a big deal.
“Only when needed, but yes. If someone comes after us or if someone steals from us, I hunt them. I don’t kill for sport, but when it comes to my family I will without a second thought or any regrets. And that extends to you, Little Heathen.”
I don’t tell her about the innocent women I’ve killed, because I can’t lose her. She protects the innocent, so that might be the one thing that changes how she looks at me.
My eyes drop to her legs when Knox slides his fingers just under the hem of her shirt. I watch as she shifts on his lap and touches his face tenderly. I’m not jealous in a way you might expect. It doesn’t bother me that my brother touches her like this, or that she has her hands on him. The jealousy still exists though, because what she seems to have with him she’ll never have with me, because I’m so fucked in the head.
I glance over at Killian, and his eyes are locked on her legs too. He watches with an intense gaze as he slides his tongue over his bottom lip. His eyes move to mine when he realizes he’s been caught and abruptly rises from his seat with obvious anger.
“Sure, let’s bring Killer into our house and treat her like a goddamn treasured pet while she destroys us, one by fucking one.”
Heather glances at me with a pained expression on her face, and Killian storms off, walking to the door. He stops without turning back to us.
“You aren’t special, Killer. I can’t wait for Knox to fuck you and toss you aside like the trash you are so you’ll be out of our goddamn lives.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
THE HEATHEN
I’m in Carter’s room reading peacefully when Killian storms in, causing the hairs on my arms to stand on end. While they’ve been few, every interaction I’ve had with him has been irritating, yet invigorating. I haven’t seen him since he stormed off yesterday from the lounge. I spent the night with Knox and Carter, eating pizza and watching chick flicks, despite Knox’s grumblings.
He tosses a brown bag at me, knocking the book out of my hands to the floor.
“Fucking get dressed in something that’s not showing your ass off.”
I rise from my chair and place my hands on my hips as I tilt my head to the side and glare at him. Obviously, his mood hasn’t improved since last night.
“Why are you being such a dick? Who hurt you, Killian?”
He returns my glare before his lips pull up into a smirk.
“Aww Killer. I know you keep thinking about my dick, but you can’t have it. I don’t fuck trash.”
I cross my arms over my chest as I continue to narrow my gaze at him. I don’t know or care what his problem is, but I fucking hate him.
“Yet you fuck the stripper skank. What’s her name? Paprika?”
He steps closer to me and places his hand around my throat, squeezing until he limits my air, but doesn’t completely cut it off.
“It’s Cinnamon. Knox will be back inside her sweet pussy the second he realizes what a waste of fucking time you are. And you’ll be back to kneeling for your Prophet. Or do you call him Daddy? Daddy Prophet?”
