Page 24 of Scorching Lies

Knowing I couldn’t control what would happen if he saw her this way, they both keep their eyes on the dying man on the floor.

“Kenna, eyes on him. I want him to watch you shatter.”

“Fuck, yes!” She screams.

Thrusting into her one last time pushes her over the edge. Her cunt pulses around me, milking my dick of every last drop. I fall forward, barely able to keep my weight off of her. It takes us a while to come back down. I don’t know how long it’s been, seconds or minutes, but Cole and West have already left theroom. Leaving the body in here with us, while we lay on the mat. Sliding my dick free, the wet sound of her pussy gripping me one last time echoes around us. Curling my body around her, Kenna shakes against me. I can feel her tremble with each breath, my fingertips tracing circles into her silky flesh, she slowly relaxes into me.

“Good girl, Killer.” I whisper against her skin, trailing my lips up her spine.

“Why?” She asks, her voice a low whimper.

Brushing the wet hair from her face, “Because, you belong to me. No one touches what’s mine. I warned you.”

Nodding her head, she lays in my arms until she drifts off to sleep. “This is just for you.” I say, kissing her forehead.

Taking my eyes off of her, they swing to the stranger. Sitting lifeless on the chair with the wordsI’ll always bleed for youcarved into his toros. It’s not until later, when I move us off the mat, I let her see the hard work we did for her.

At her feet, lying on the floor in a pool of blood is the shell of a man who thought he could grab her hips, attempting to claim her skin with his mouth. Only, he’s missing a few parts. His dick is missing, shoved up his ass. His balls removed and shoved down his throat, but it’s the lack of eyelids that really forced him to watch her come undone by my cock. Spinning away from the mess, she tucks her face into my chest.

“Shhh.” My hand rubs her back. “You learned your lesson right, Killer?” I question.

“Ye-yes.” Her words are spoken softly.

“You were made only for me, Kenna. I’ll slowly stitch us back together after I’m done burning us to the ground.”

Walking her out of the basement, we leave the body for G to handle. The little bird lost some feathers today, but her wings are not yet plucked.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KENNA

Wincing at the pressure my thumb applies to the skin around my thigh, I continue to work the area. The worst part about physical therapy for me is stretching the skin while using different massage techniques. It fucking hurts. Add that on top of the massive healing tattoo that now spreads the length of my ankle up to my hip on my left side, and the pain is unbearable. Breathing through the next stretch, my muscles work to release the tension that’s built up from how tight I’ve been lately.

My mind wanders back to the other night after the game. The heated touch of Rykers hands on my body, the feel of him filling me. My chest tightens as the image of the man lying in his own blood flashes in my mind. Guilt settles in the pit of my stomach at the reminder of how mine sang in my veins from Ryker slamming into me from behind. How little a life means when your own is on the line. Denial climbs her way up my rib cage to settle behind my lungs. The bitch props her feet up against my bones, making it harder to breathe. How can I say the Stone brothers mean nothing to me, when the proof stares back at meevery time I look at the dark, swirling black and grey ink on my leg.

Moving to my bed to rest my muscles, I give up on my exercises. Unable to continue with my thoughts muddled around a set of caramel brown eyes. Soreness shoots through me when I plop down on the mattress. I drop my gaze to the box sitting in the middle of my bed, waiting for me to open it. Tempting me with its big red bow, but nerves have prevented me from slipping the ribbon from around the lid.

“Just do it.” I tell myself.

Being here at Hawthorne with them has made me retreat back into that scared little girl who spent months in the hospital alone. Learning how to take care of myself and my bandages with no one else’s help. But I’m not the hurt teenager anymore. I’m Kenna mother fucking Kingston. This is my castle on the hill.

Inhaling a deep breath, my fingers pinch at the bow, slowly pulling the knot loose. The ribbon falls onto my blanket, the red standing out against the grey and black. Pushing my shoulders back, I use my fingernail to push the lid off. Letting out a slow exhale as the contents stare back at me.

Sitting inside is a piece of small cream colored paper, covering an item underneath. But the scratchy writing is what puts me on edge. Lifting the smooth sheet I trace the scribbled words. Focusing more on how the pen dug grooves into the paper rather than the message staring back at me. Raw emotion bubbles in the pit of my stomach with each letter carved into the thin sheet. I sit there rereading each word until my leg goes numb from me sitting on it.

I’ll always own the deepest part of you, my little Princessa. Every part of your pain belongs to me. When you look in the mirror you’ll forever see what I gave you. Don’t worry, I’ll set fire to anyone who stands in my way.

The last sentence sticks with me. My shadow threatens to set the Stone brothers on fire, but he’s already burned his touch into my skin, now I just need to remember his face. Folding the small paper into a square, I move to the item sitting in the bottom of the box. My heart thunders in my ears, pulling out something I thought was lost forever in that warehouse. There, in the palm of my hand, sits a gold crest ring with a snake wrapped inside a skull. It’s the crest of our families. The skull for Kingston and snake for Stone. Together they were unstoppable.

It was lost in the fire that night. When I woke up in the hospital, I no longer wore the ring on my middle finger. Instead there was an empty space where our families were held. Ironically it represented the loss we all felt that night. How would he have this? Acid fills my mouth at the thought of my father being the shadow who has found his way into my life, but how is that possible? Sliding the ring on my finger, where it’s meant to be, I stand heading into my closet to throw on some clothes. It’s time to figure some shit out. A ding has me hesitating a second before snatching my phone off the dresser. I’m done hiding from them all.

Did you let him fuck you?

Either tell me who this is or fuck off.

Tempting the one person who could be responsible for both families' pain isn’t wise, but I’m done with secrets. The lies scorching their way through this town. It’s time I go back to the person it started with. Slipping my phone into my back pocket,I leave the box open on my bed with the note lying beside it. Stepping into the living room looking around for Ally, I notice her door is closed. She’s been spending a lot of time online lately, doing god knows what. All I know is when she’s not riding West’s dick, she’s online talking to some guy. The war wages inside me, until I decide it’s better to leave her alone. I make my way to the front door, grabbing my keys, and sliding on my vans.

I ensure the door is locked behind me before leaving the dorms. Making my way through the parking lot, I climb into my car, and head to the one place that I haven’t been since that first year. One of the hardest places for me to go.

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