Page 6 of The Aftermath

I push on the door, but it won’t open. I scream and bang on it, begging for someone to hear me, when it finally whips open. I see one of the workers as she stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind. I don’t say shit, just like I said, as I rush past her and down the steps. I run as fast as I can until I make it to the front, where I find everyone else standing. Tamsyn is laughing as she texts someone when she looks up and sees me.

“Where the hell did you go? I’ve been trying to text you. There’s no service in there,” she says. I’m gasping for air as I look between all of them. Something dark simmers in Silas’s eyes, but I can’t stop myself from throwing myself into his arms.

I sob uncontrollably as he wraps his arms around me and keeps me pressed against him. His hand runs soothingly up and down my back. The other three talk amongst themselves as Silas leads me away from the group. When we’re far enough away, he pulls back and leans down, pressing his lips to mine. I’m trembling, unable to kiss him back. He pulls back and reaches for his pocket.

He holds his hand up in front of me, and my stomach drops. A finger. My eyes move from the finger back to Silas as he grins at me.

“Don’t you ever, ever let another man touch you.” I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head before I pass out.

I’m not sure how long I’m out. I’m not sure of anything at this point. I shift around and try to sit up, but I feel someone pull me back into them. When I open my eyes, I realize it’s Silas. He’s holding me in his lap, his head tipped back and his eyes closed. We’re in the SUV driving as I take him in. Why would he do that to me? Why would the other two help him? Is this some kind of sick thing they do to girls?

I’m trying to make sense of everything when Silas lifts his head. Our eyes lock, and the air is sucked from my lungs. Is it the fact it was Silas the whole time, or that I liked what he did to me? Silas doesn’t say a word; he just grins at me.

When I don’t say anything, he reaches up and pulls my head back down onto his chest, and that’s where I leave it for the rest of the ride.

We pull up in front of my house, and that’s the only time he releases his hold. He shifts me off his lap and then opens the door to let me out. I tell Tamsyn bye, but Silas doesn’t say a word until I’m halfway up the steps to the front door.

“Sweet dreams,” he calls out with a sinister tone. A chill runs down my spine as I open the front door and walk in. I don’t bother to stop anywhere in the house even though I need a drink. I haul my ass straight to my room and lock the door behind me.

I blow out a breath and slide down the door to my ass, wondering what the hell just happened.

Chapter 5

Silas

The bastard lands a fist on my ribs, and I step back a little off balance. It doesn’t take me long to recover, though. I move back toward him at full speed this time so he doesn’t even see me coming. My fist collides with his jaw, snapping his head to the side, blood falling from his lip. I grin and swing again when he brings his head back around.

I don’t mind fighting when I need to. It’s not my favorite thing to do but it’s worth getting out a little caged energy. Like right now. I’m on edge, and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s Angel. Or maybe it’s the fact the guy who touched her actually made a police report. Not that they have any clue it was me, because they don’t, and I’m not worried about that. I can make him and his police report disappear. I honestly don’t know what it is that’s bothering me at this point.

I swing once more, but when the guy isn’t fighting back, I get bored. So I turn and walk away from him, reaching for the knife off the table. Hunter laughs because he knows I’ve had enough. Hell, even Hoax chuckles a me this time.

I walk back over to the asshole, where he’s still stunned, and slam the knife into his stomach. Now, he wants to fight back? He takes a swing at me, but I just shake my head and pull the knife free, only to stab him again and again. He falls to his knees, and I knee him in the face, finishing him off. His body hits the floor with a thud as I walk over to the table and drop the knife before grabbing a rag to clean my hands.

“What the hell is your problem?” Hoax asks when I drop into the chair. Hoax is another God here at Chaos.

“I don’t fucking know. I’m just feeling off today. I thought this would make me feel better,” I explain to him, nodding toward the trafficking asshole who lies dead on the floor now.

“It didn’t?” I shake my head.

“No.”

“This about your girl?” he asks.

“No. I don’t think so. I don’t fucking know what this is, Hoax. I’m just in a bad fucking mood,” I tell him. He nods his head as if he understands when he speaks.

“I’m going to kidnap a princess,” he blurts out. My eyes jerk to his; brows pinched together. What the hell is he talking about?

“You’re what?”

“I’m going to kidnap a princess,” he repeats with a shrug.

“Who?”

“I haven’t decided yet. Don’t worry. It won’t be your girl,” he adds. What the fuck is wrong with him?

“Why would you want to do that anyway?”

“I’m a fucking God. Why the fuck wouldn’t I?” That makes no sense, but I go with it when Hunter changes the subject.

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