Page 101 of The Masks She Wore

?I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, my head pounding. “What the fuck,” I panted hoarsely, my mind working slowly as I tried to remember the last thing that had happened.

?I had…oh, that’s right. I was going to that church with Viv. I had started partying, the drugs hit, and…

?My eyes flashed open, and I sat straight up, my heart racing as the memory came slamming into me like a truck hitting a brick wall. I had killed someone.

?Ikilledsomeone. What the fuck, I had killed…

?“What thefuck?”

?I frantically looked around the room. It was dark, but it was always dark, there were no windows in here. I was alone. Where was Jack? I hadkilled someone.

?The door opened slowly, creaking as it did, and a shadow filled the doorway ominously. It was just like a horror movie. Like almost every horror movie I had ever seen and while a shiver ran down my spine at the thought of him reenacting one of those scenes, I was currently in the throes of panic.

?I gripped my chest, unable to slow my breathing down, the entire world spinning around me. “Jack,” I panted. “What the fuck. I don’t—I’m not—where—how did I get here?” I stuttered over my words, unable to form a single coherent thought. Am I going to be arrested? I’m going to prison, right? I can’t survive prison. My hands slid up into my hair as I brought my knees up. “I can’t go to prison.”

?I had killed somebody.

?“You’re not going to prison, Princess,” he spoke as he made his way slowly across the room. “I won’t allow it.” He stalked forward like a predator hunting his prey. Each step cold and calculated.

?My eyes widened. “You can’t just ‘not allow it’, Jack. Imurderedsomeone. Ikilled them. We live in California. No Judge will let me get away with that. It’s a life sentence at best!”

?He started pulling off his clothes, slowly, intentionally.

?“Unless it isn’t,” I rationalized, pulling my hands from my tangled locks. “Some people only get six months, I’ve seen it. I don’t know how that works, I haven’t studied it enough. Maybe money? I have plenty of money. I can pay people off.” My breath caught as he dropped his pants. “Does that make me corrupt?” Tears spilled down my cheeks. “Am I corrupt?”

?Jack angled his head to one side, his dark blue eyes heavy as he stroked his cock once.

?Twice. “No,” he answered coldly.

?I swallowed, my heart slowing as my eyes dropped to his hand, the way he squeezed himself, the way he flicked his piercing, causing his cock to jerk in his hand.

?My mouth went dry, my pussy throbbing. “Jack,” I breathed out. “I murdered someone.” I couldn’t concentrate on him fucking me, this was important. This was…

?He stroked his cock slowly again. Deliberately, and my eyes tracked every second of it.

?“I’ve murdered hundreds of someones,” he countered. “I’m not in prison. I’ve never been to prison, and I will never go to prison unless the job puts me there for a purpose.”

?Now I couldn’t breathe for an entirely different reason. “I’m not one of you,” I breathed out, tensing when he started crawling onto the bed.

?“You’ve always been one of us,” he said, my legs falling open of their own accord. “And you know that. You’ve aways known that.”

?His pupils dilated as his eyes fell to my cunt, his lips parting in lust. Did me murdering a person make him want me more? I didn’t think that was possible, but by the look in his eyes, perhaps it was.

?“I’m not. I’m nobody,” I tried, shaking my head. “I don’t matter to your family, I’m a problem they’ll want to rid the world of.”

?He wrapped his hands around my ankles and jerked me onto my back, pulling a squeak from my lips. “I’ll rid the world of them before they get their guns out,” he told me, crawling over me with the grace of a predator.

?My mind spun, my breathing labored as I watched him, squirming under his gaze. Fuck, he was so goddamn gorgeous. He’d rid the world of his family for me?

?For me.

?My eyes fell to the raven tattoo he had on his chest. It was perched on a vine, wings lifted as if it were just about to take flight. The first time I had seen it, I had asked him about it. He said it matched the ring he was given.

?They had all been given rings. I had been so taken by his eyes, his lips, that I had never noticed the ring he had on his right ring finger afterthe night of the carnival. Silver with a raven emblem on it. A representation of he and his brothers, the only four people in the whole of the world who had those rings.

?I loved that tattoo. It wasn’t the only one he had, but it was my favorite.

?“You saved me,” I whispered as he placed one hand beside my head and grabbed my face with the other, his eyes filled with something I had never seen before.

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