Page 60 of Overcast

“Stop,” she barely whispers, chin bowed into her chest while her frame quakes. Raising the tip of my crimson-colored blade, I lift her face to look up at me. “Why don’t you beg me with your eyes, sweetheart. I’m a fucking sucker for tears.”

Her jaw twitches once before she parts her lips. “Pl...please. Don’t hurt him.”

“Why?”

Her brows fall. “He’s...my dad.”

I shrug. “So.”

She’s my sister.

“He’s all I have.”

“That doesn’t mean shit to me,” I quip.

“The person—” I’m shoved forward, knocking into Stormi’s chest.

My hands immediately hold her steady as I regain my footing. Jaw tight, I pivot, Stormi’s dad glaring at me, guilty as fuck.

Never judge a book by its cover—rule number one. He just raised his massive thigh up and bucked me with it. I begin to move, but a soft moan sounds from Stormi, stealing my attention back to her like a fly to shit.

Blood covers the tips of her fingers as she wipes it away from her chin. My blade, it cut her when I moved.

A cut I didn’t cause.

She’s mine, and I’m the one who decides what happens to her. I don’t remember moving, my fists land into his ribs and stomach, getting blood all over my knuckles. Grunts and moans fill the space between the dad and me until Stormi screams at the top of her lungs.

It somehow ceases me to move. I’ve never heard her scream before just whimpers and pleas of mercy and begging for me to listen.

Calmness washes over me slowly. She’s new to me, and I don’t like that. The women I’ve had to torment in the past were quick to talk. They let their fear spill out every truth I required to convict and carry out their sentence. Some I never needed to question, I just killed them within the confines of their homes, parking garages, and sidewalks. These were women B723 surveilled for months, guilty of espionage against the government, and needed to go quickly.

Stormi, she’s either the best actress I’ve ever met or...

“Get the fuck away from me,” I growl, not bothering to turn around to her.

I know she’s near, I can fucking feel her. I can still smell that shampoo off her body and hair, and it pisses me off.

That she got away. That she had the comforts of home. And even though she still hasn’t told me anything, it doesn’t discontinue any thoughts of my wanting to fuck her.

My eyes lock with her old man’s. “I’m going to take your daughter back with me. And we’re going to continue doing what we’ve been doing for days. Why don’t you tell him, sweetheart.”

Tell him why I can’t tell my sister that I have you on my property.

That I had to keep shit from her.

“I...he—”

“Quickly,” I snap. “Your dad and the asshole next to him have a date later.”

“What?” Her voice is filled with dread because she already knows what I’m capable of.

And how much I don’t care.

“Tell him.”

I want him to actually fear for her life. I need to convince him to speak because I haven’t done all the things I have conjured up to his daughter so I can get some damn answers.

“He tried to drown me,” she says quickly.

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