Page 74 of Stitches

“By the way, excellent work on Sinclair. I was most impressed. You always did like the long game. You’re like your mother in that respect. Give Malachi and Sirena my love. Oh, and see if she’ll tell you about the time Malachi held her down and watched as she was raped. It’s one of my most favorite stories.” The door clicked closed behind him, leaving me alone in the room, his words on repeat in my head.

Stitches held her down? He helped in her rape?Fuck, she was raped.

I heaved my guts onto the leather furniture while tears streamed down my face.

I’d come here looking for answers, and I’d gotten them.

But at what fucking cost?

All I knew was that someone was going to fucking pay for their sins.

SIRENA

Church was acting oddly.

Quiet. Withdrawn. Violent.

He’d broken more dishes in the last few days than I had paintbrushes.

I flinched as he threw another one against the wall, his dinner sliding down it in a red streak.

Spaghetti.

“You’re scaring Sirena,” Ashes said gently.

Church shoved his chair back and it clattered to the floor before he stormed out of the room, leaving me at the table with Ashes and Stitches.

“Should I talk to him?” Stitches asked.

“I don’t know.” Ashes sighed and looked at me. “Heaven, I’m sorry if he’s scared you—”

I reached out and squeezed his hand before getting to my feet. They looked at me in confusion. Of course, I said nothing and simply just left the room, Ashes calling out behind me to come back. I needed to check on Church, and I knew one of the guys would rescue me if I needed it.

When I reached his room, he was standing at his window and staring out into the cold, darkening world, his back to me.

“Silent as a ghost,” he murmured without looking back as I stood at the end of his bed.

I didn’t move an inch, but I didn’t have to because he turned to face me after a moment.

“Take your clothes off,” he said, his voice low.

I blinked at him.

“NOW!” he shouted, making me shake as his green eyes flashed with whatever darkness lurked within him.

I jumped and quickly fumbled with the buttons on my white uniform blouse. When I had it unbuttoned, I let it fall to the floor before I finished removing the rest of my clothes.

Slowly, he circled me before stopping at my back and pushing my hair over my shoulder, his lips at my ear.

“Get on your knees.”

I closed my eyes for a moment before I went to my knees for him. He circled back in front of me and unzipped his pants and pulled his dick free. I watched as he stroked himself for a moment before he tapped his cock against my lips.

“Suck,” he instructed.

I parted my lips for him, and he shoved inside with a grunt, the head of his dick hitting the back of my throat. I gagged on him, but he didn’t stop. He fucked into my mouth hard and fast while I choked, my eyes watering and my breathing stuttered.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, making it hurt as he pulled on it.

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