Jae swallowed roughly and skipped over my head to look at Enoch behind me. “Um…” His eyes met mine and he smiled. “That actually sounds really fun. Did you have one in mind?”
“No,” I shrugged, relieved he was game to watch it. “But I’m sure you’ll find something for us to watch.”
Jae smiled wider and nodded, “Yeah. For sure. I’ll find something after we finish eating. You want to watch an episode tonight?”
Jae looked back to Enoch for a response, and it was a moment before he said, “Yeah. Sounds great!”
I licked my lips, smiling to myself as I grabbed a baby carrot off my plate.
“How’s Marcus?” Enoch asked and my head jerked to the side to see that he was talking to Rick.
I released a breath, rolling my shoulders back to try to relieve the sudden tension in my body.
“Like he never broke his arm in the first place. It’s like a dang weapon now that he’s in the cast,” Rick laughed.
Enoch and Jae chuckled on either side of me.
“How’d he break his arm?” Jae asked.
I picked up my water bottle, chugging some down as I tried to stay focused on Rick’s response.
Hot breath against my ear sent a cool chill down my spine.
“At last. No Javier here to protect you now...unless you count his dead body.”
My hand jerked as I rubbed my shoulder against my ear in an attempt to remove the haunting feeling of him whispering in my ear.
“Shit,” I muttered, glancing down to find my lap and plate covered in water.
I felt eyes on me before a napkin appeared in my eyeline and Enoch’s hand began dapping at the water soaking my clothes, while Jae was catching the spill from the counter.
“You okay, baby?” Enoch asked in a concerned whisper, tilting his head up to meet my line of sight.
His brown eyes were suddenly darker, his brows thick and black, his skin brown and I realized I was looking at my brother’s lifeless face.
“I’ll put another bullet in his head if you bite me,” Peter grunted, shoving his cock so far down my throat I couldn’t breathe.
I choked around the memory, the heel of my palms digging into my eye sockets like if I permanently removed my eyeballs then maybe the memory would leave me, but it only made it worse. Making my other senses heightened and the feeling of my damp shirt and leggings sending a wave of nausea surging through my stomach and sweat to break out across the back of my neck.
I swallowed harshly, pulling at my shirt as I stood and pushed back from the island.
“Emory?” Enoch asked, I could hear the concern in his voice.
I wanted to reply, tell him that I was fine, but my throat was blocked, air unable to pass through my mouth and into my lungs. Every second longer with these damp clothes was another second the past attempted to drag me under.
I moved, not really seeing as I rushed towards the bedroom to change.
The gunshot was loud and I jumped, hands coming up to my ears as I crouched. My heart raced so hard I was certain that it was going to give out.
“How does justice feel, Shiloh?” Carlos rasped.
I shuddered again, aggressively rubbing at my ear.
I ripped my hand from the grasp that was pulling it away from my head.
“Baby, stop. Just breathe. Talk to me.”
My entire body ached, my skin itched like it was too tight for my body and I just needed out. I needed it to stop. Everything to stop. I knew exactly how I could do it.
