I open my mouth to ask why the fuck I’d want her to kneel on broken glass when it hits me.
“Tesoro, look at me.”
She tilts her head back and raises her gaze to mine, blinking fast like she’s trying to clear her foggy vision.
“Knox,” she gasps, as if she was sure I was someone else. The more time I spend with her, the more my blood boils with the knowledge of things that were done to her. And now I know he made her kneel on fucking broken glass.
“You’re safe. I just want you to stay there while I clean this up. I don’t want you to get cut. Can you do that for me?”
She nods as tears fall down her cheeks, and I grab the broom and dustpan to sweep up the mess.
Once I’m done, I put the broom back in the closet and move to her quickly. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close to me while she cries. Is she crying because of her family, or Killian? I have no idea, but I hold her anyway. It’s what she needs. I know this about her. She craves positive physical contact, and I’m the only one that can give it to her like this.
“Why are you crying, Tesoro?”
I pull back from her so I can look in her face.
“He’s never going to forgive me, is he?”
I look at her and wait for her to say more.
“Carter,” she says before pausing. “I’m–I’m guessing you were watching us.”
I nod, and answer her honestly, “I don’t know how he’ll react. He’s fine with us together, so maybe it will be of no consequence.One thing is for sure, Tesoro. He needs to know. Secrets are like fucking poison for relationships, and you have to be the one to tell him.”
She sighs audibly, but nods her head in agreement.
“I’d be really upset if he fucked another woman.”
I help her off the counter, and get her a glass of wine to help with her nerves.
“Drink this, Tesoro.”
After a long sip, she licks her lips. “What is this? It’s so good.”
“Moscato.”
I take her free hand and press soft kisses to her palm.
“If Carter fucked another woman, you’d have every right to upset. Our dynamic is a little different. I promise you, if you fucked a man that was not either of my brothers, I would not be calm about it.”
I kiss her on the cheek, and then the neck, because I can’t help myself.
“You’ll talk to him, and I bet everything will be just fine. I think you’ve built it up to be something far worse than what it is. Be my good girl, and fucking breathe.”
I don’t think he’s going to freak, but then maybe I’m wrong. He isn’t experienced like Killian and I are. And he is fucking head over heels for this girl.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
CARTER
My alarm goes off, and I’m instantly pissed from the annoying, piercing sound. Normally I wake before it goes off, and I prefer it that way. I turn it off, and immediately check the cameras to see if she’s awake. After flipping through multiple screens, I find her in the lounge with Knox. He sits on the sofa, while she paces back and forth, nervously. Something is wrong. I get out of bed quickly and slip on a clean pair of boxer shorts, so I can find out what’s going on.
As I approach the doorway, Knox growls, “Tesoro, stop. You’re giving me a goddamn headache. Talk to Carter before you decide that the entire world is done turning.”
My ears perk up as I hear the mention of my name. I walk into the room and ask, “Talk to Carter about what?”
Heather turns to me and visibly shakes. I glance at Knox, and he shakes his head dejectedly.
