I know. I’m never getting out of this. But I won’t go down without a fight.
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Raphael
WE HAVE KILLED FOR HER. SHE IS OURS NOW.
Citizen Soldier Playlist
“Through Hell”
We have killed for her.
She is ours now.
Blood still stains my hands, dripping off the blade. The only thing in this damned world that gives me any feeling, any meaning.
Drugs, liquor, gambling…none of them hold the same thrill that comes with plunging a knife through the heart, the adrenaline rushing through the veins when I watch the light leave their eyes. Feeling their souls slip from their bodies, knowing I have sent them to hell. Because every goddamn mark deserved hell.
Shedoesn’t deserve hell.
But we’ll bring it to her regardless.
I tilt my head, inspecting her, assessing. So much life in her eyes, the color of a hazel blaze. The lavender of her hair effortlessly weaves into the golden brown. A cascade of silky curls rains down to her hips.
So familiar. And I know why.
And it makes me all the more a devil for what I’m planning.
Next to Jude, she looks small, almost fragile. But I know better. She’s fire wrapped in soft flesh, all curves and defiance. Her wide hips twist as she fights, her body as wild as her spirit. She’s not narrow at the waist, but it only makes her more enticing, accentuating every lush line of her figure—the kind that draws eyes, the kind that begs to be worshiped and ruined.
Even now, with tears streaking her flushed cheeks, she won’t surrender. She thrashes, her lips parted in fury, plush and trembling. Those wide, doe eyes burn, holding that spark, that resistance.
I wonder how long she’ll keep it once she’s in our cage.
With his body turned to the side and hands shoved in his pockets, Vincent’s trying too hard to pretend he doesn’t notice. But even his eyes stray to her full tits rising and falling with each breath, hunger darkening his gaze. And me? I only watch and wait, knowing the fire will make the breaking all the sweeter.
Rory is edgy as fuck. Unlike me, killing does not sate him. It only feeds his appetite. A beast off his leash. And only I hold the ability to pull back on his reins…or loosen them.
When my loose cannon of a brother advances to her, cups her chin with his bloody hand, and reminds me it’s his birthday, she flicks her eyes to him. Fear flashes there, but her defiant eyes lock with mine. Yes, she knows who the alpha is. Bold, little queen staring down a monster, daring him to do his worst. Her name is as beautiful as she is. Briella.
“Bring her,” I finally say. “To the cabin.”
A savage grin spreads across Rory’s bloody face.
“No!”
It leaves as a whisper, but there is more rebellion in her whisper than in an army. I observe as she kicks harder than ever, managing to twist enough for Jude to loosen his hold. It’s the second time she brings her teeth down. Hard. Drawing blood.
“Fuck!” Jude growls.
I’ll commend her when she doesn’t stop there. After he lets go of one hand, Briella spins around and drives her knee hard into his privates.
Doesn’t matter how strong we are compared to her; a knock to the balls is still a knock to the balls.
The second she’s free, the little violet tears off into the woods. Rory could have easily grabbed her, but I know that wicked glint in his eyes, his muscles practically vibrating.
Thirsty with lust, he sinks into a crouch. He needs the hunt tonight.
