“Why do you hate me so much, Killian? What did I do to you?”
He glances up from his coffee, and stares at me like I’m every bit of the enemy he has decided I am.
“Nothing, Killer. Call it damage control. You’re a threat to my family. All threats have to be neutralized. One way or another. This is the easiest way. The one with the least trouble for my family.”
I shake my head, unsure of what he’s talking about.
“How?”
Setting his black coffee cup on the table, he says, “I could eliminate you myself, but then Carter might never forgive me. This way, you get what you want, and so do I.”
I take a gulp of my coffee as realization dawns on me. He thinks once my father is dead, I’ll just leave. The thought of never seeing Carter or Knox again causes my chest to ache.
“What makes you think I’ll leave?”
The look of surprise on his face is nearly comical.
“Because I’ll tell you to.”
I walk into the dining room and take a seat beside him, holding onto my cup like it might protect me from him. Taking a deep calming breath, I stare into his eyes. I’m fighting to not cower to him, but appear strong and unfazed.
“Do people always do what you tell them to, Killian?”
He smirks at me with a nod.
“Yes, Killer. They do.”
Not taking my gaze from his, I lift my cup to my lips and take a sip of coffee.
Darting my tongue out, I swipe up the liquid on my lips, as I notice him watching the movement.
“I’m notpeople, Kill. You can tell me to leave, but that doesn’t mean I will. I don’t answer to you. Why won’t you just admit the truth?”
He clenches his jaw and grits out, “Which is?”
Tilting my head at him, I flash him a sweet smile, knowing I’m going to set him off.
“You’re fucking jealous, Killian. I know you were watching us. Did you see me looking at you? What were you doing while you watched your brothers fuck me? Did it piss you off that they have me in a way you never will?”
Reaching up, he grabs my hair and wraps it around his fist, yanking hard as I fight back the yelp of pain.
“I know you think you’re special, Killer, but I promise you’re not. You’re the Bonetti whore now, nothing more. If I wanted you, I’d have you. Remember that while my brothers are pumping you full of cum—you’re nothing but a meaningless slut. The Prophet trained you well. You have no other purpose than to be a hole for a man to fill.”
I squeeze my eyes shut tight, trying to stop the tears threatening to fall. Releasing me, his dark chuckle fills the room as he gets up from the table and leaves me sitting there—his words echoing in my mind long after his footsteps fade down the hallway.
You’re a meaningless slut. The Prophet trained you well. You have no other purpose. A meaningless slut. The Prophet trained you. No other purpose. No purpose…
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CARTER
“Waking up naked in bed alone with my brother isn’t my idea of a good time,” Knox grumbles as we walk into the dining room and spot Heather on her knees, trembling and slicing her arm with a cross.
“Wicked is the one who does not obey. I will honor the Prophet’s words, or suffer eternal damnation. My only purpose is to serve my husband.”
“Tesoro,” Knox says, his voice matching the shattering of my heart. She doesn’t respond to us, but her next words catch me off guard.
“You’re a meaningless slut. The Prophet trained you well. You have no other purpose than to be a hole for a man to fill.”
