“If she touches you, you’re going to do more than scare her.”
He nods in agreement, so I head to my room to grab some of my bondage gear. Fuck, the thought of her spread wide with a spreader bar is enticing, but I shut it down because this isthe one girl Carter has ever wanted, and I won’t interfere. My dick twitches with disappointment, because this woman looks fucking delicious, and she’d look even better restrained and taking my cock.
Too bad for me, she belongs to Carter.
CHAPTER SEVEN
KILLIAN
My brother has fucking problems. We all do, but his are a little more intense and difficult for us to understand. He hyper-fixates on something, and it’s all we hear about until he finds something else to grab his attention. The summer he found his love of cars was a long fucking summer. We all learned a lot, and it has paid off well, but it was annoying as fuck. Carter takes everything he likes too damn far. I thought one of us was going to lose our minds the day he rattled on about carburetors for six hours straight. No one needs to know every fucking fact about them. Carter did, though. He usually gets obsessed withthingsthough, not people. I think this girl from the church might change that, and it will be an issue. We’ve done well to not draw attention to us, but a murderous, gorgeous fucking blonde could bring a world of trouble to our door. Trouble I’m not interested in. I prefer trouble free pussy. There’s more to it than that though. I’m terrified she’ll hurt Carter, and send him into another fucking breakdown. We came so close to losing him with the last one. Her rejection could be the final nail in his coffin.
I sit in my office, going through our paperwork from the last few days. We’ve got real paperwork and the fake shit, in case the authorities ever ask questions. Both bases are covered, and they are stored separately.
While we still do some work here, most of it is done at a shop several counties away by our staff. Disassemblers, fencers, and even a manager work for us, but never here. We take every precaution to prevent getting busted. We’ve been careful for the last seven years, and I’m not going to allow my brother's little blonde obsession to change that. And I swear to fucking God, if this woman hurts him, I will kill her myself.
I watch on the camera as Knox enters his bedroom, and exits with handcuffs and rope. At least they’re smart enough to restrain the gorgeous little psycho.
Unable to help myself, I pull up the video I have saved to my phone of her killing a man.
She squats over a dark-haired man with a full beard and slashes his throat with an obviously sharp metal cross. Blood flows from the gaping wound covering her hand.
She plunges the cross upside down into his chest.
Fuckingbeautiful.
It’s not the murder itself that gets me hard, but the fact that I know he did something to her.
This is revenge.
Even though exactly what he did is unclear.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve watched this video, but it’s enough that I know my favorite part is coming.
She rises to her feet and turns, facing the camera. Blue eyes filled with pain and hatred stare at me until my cock hurts with how stiff it is.
I pause the video and take my cock out of my pants. I’ll never touch her, but there’s no harm in fucking my fist to a picture of her.
Wrapping my palm around my length, I squeeze hard as I begin to move my hand up and down my shaft.
My gaze goes from those stunning vibrant eyes to the perfect blush on her cheeks. Her blonde hair is soaked with blood, and she looks vicious, yet soft. This woman that my brother is fucking gone for would look so good on her knees.
For me.
If it were Knox that spotted this girl first, we’d both fuck her. But it was Carter, and he will never bring himself to do anything with her. Such a waste of what I’m sure is a pretty cunt.
I fuck my fist and am moments from coming when I hear a loud disturbance coming from Carter’s room.
Killer is awake.
I’m torn between finishing as I listen to her screaming and going to watch it. With an unsatisfied groan, I tuck myself back into my pants and choose the latter.
I walk into the room and see she has her eyes shut tight as she screams, pulling on the handcuffs holding her arms in place. Knox stands on one side of the bed while Carter stands on the other.
“Let me go!”
Her legs are tied together with rope and attached to the foot of the bed.
“You look good tied to a bed, Killer.”
