“Killer, none of us want to hold you back or take your revenge from you. We only want to keep you safe. That will not change.”
Carter walks into the room, immediately noticing the tension, and watches us curiously.
“Living without you is impossible—for any of us. Protecting your life with ours is priority number one—everything else is secondary. We will protect you, Killer, because you’re ours. And when the time comes for you to enact your revenge, we will sit back and watch you make things right. You want to crucify them? We will cut the fucking wood. Want to burn them alive? We will light the match and hand it to you. We won’t take a goddamn thing from you. I will, however, spank your fucking ass if you ever try to run from us again.”
Carter's eyes darken as he stares at me with obvious hurt, and my heart squeezes painfully.
“I didn’t try to run away from you. I was upset. Maybe I needed space, but I had no intention of leaving you.”
This unique relationship is like a balancing act. All three of my men are possessive and protective. I don’t mind that normally as long as they don’t interfere with what I need. It’s not a want to kill my family but a need. One so strong I’m not sure I could live with myself if I didn’t get revenge.
Retribution not only for what they’ve done to me but the others. Other than Knox, Killian and Carter, it’s what I live for.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CARTER
“I’m going to take a shower.” Heather says, avoiding my gaze as she walks through the large suite to find the bathroom.
“I assume you didn’t find anything to be concerned about?” Knox asks, and I nod before walking in the direction Heather went.
When I make it to the bathroom, I hear the water running, and push the door open. Heather gasps as she looks out the glass doors and says my name.
“Carter. You scared me.”
I whip my shirt over my head without responding to her and quickly remove my pants along with my boxers.
“Are you angry? You look ang-g-ry.” She stammers nervously.
“Turn around and place your hands on the wall.”
Opening the shower door, I get inside and press my front to her back.
“Little Heathen. What should I do with you? Watching my brothers fuck you was torture—sweet fucking torture. Imaginemy surprise to come back inside to find out you tried to get away from them.”
She whimpers softly as I grind my cock against her ass.
“Do you know what would happen if you ran away from us?”
She speaks quietly, barely above a whisper.
“No.”
I drag two fingers down the side of her neck to her back as I watch the droplets of water move down her flawless skin.
“I would hunt the world for you. Anybody standing in my way would die. They could be guilty of a crime or completely innocent—it wouldn’t matter. There is no scenario where I wouldn’t find you. You’ve been mine since I first laid eyes on you. There is no measure of time that will ever be enough. You’re mine now, and you will be mine for eternity. Do. You. Understand. Me?”
Her breathing picks up, and like the wolf listening for its prey, I’m ready to attack.
Pressing my lips to her shoulder, I suck the water from her flesh. The moan she lets out radiates from her chest into mine, causing me to nearly lose the small amount of sanity I have left.
“Turn around. Hands behind your back and spread those pretty thighs for me.”
Heather turns slowly with a slight tremble to her body, and it causes an uneasy feeling to wash over me.
“Are you afraid of me, Little Heathen?”
She shakes her head no and flashes me an ‘are you insane’ look.
