Page 114 of Their Will be Done

Cass folds over Rube’s lap, burrowing his head into the couch beside Reuben’s hip, baring his already bruised ass to Trinity.

“Who did that to you?” she gasps.

Aw, fuck. Ain’t she the cutest?

Trinity hurries forward the instant I release her. While she falls to her knees beside Cass for all the world like a fucking mother hen, I walk past Apollo to fetch the belt he’s holding out to me.

“I did,” I say.

Cass lets out a soft grunt when my belt slams against his flesh.

Trin yelps in surprise and falls back, flashing me her white panties and a horrified expression as she scrambles away.

I expect her to start crying.

Maybe even run.

Instead, she bolts to her feet and shoves me hard enough to make me take a step back.

“Stop!” she yells, putting herself between Cass and me. “Stop hitting him!”

“Hear that, Cass?” I ask, absently snapping the belt as Trinity shows me her teeth. “She wants me to stop.”

“Jesus, fuck,” Cass groans, which is surprisingly articulate for him at a time like this.

I try to keep my eyes on Trinity, but it’s impossible with Cass busy having a fucking apoplexy behind her.

She doesn’t have a fucking clue. Not a single goddamn clue.

She’s hurting him more than my belt ever could.

“Put it down,” she says, holding out her hand. “Just…put it down.”

It must be the weed, because I legit want to humor her, just to see how far this goes before she realizes what the hell’s going on.

I can see why Rube likes her so much.

Fucking adorable, she is.

I haven’t met something this innocent since my parents tossed Cass down those basement stairs, nearly breaking the poor kid’s neck. That didn’t happen again, of course, not after his first Ghost saw the scratch he’d gotten on his pretty fucking face.

Oh no.

After that,nothingtouched his face.

Or Rube’s.

Or Apollo’s.

I wasn’t there because I was pretty, so they felt they could hit me wherever the fuck they wanted. One of them even broke my nose.

Luckily, I don’t scar as easily as Cass.

Luckily, mine wasn’t the first nose the Ghosts broke in that basement, and by the time they broke mine, Rube had experience in straightening broken bridges.

“You think I want you to watch me belt him?” I ask Trinity, genuinely intrigued.

“I don’t care what you want,” she says. “Just give it here, okay?” She flicks her fingers, but doesn’t look at the belt. Keeps her eyes on me. Like I’m a wild animal bound to attack as soon as she breaks eye contact.

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