Page 33 of Mariposa
“Exactly,” Willis whispers into my ears, and just when I think he’s about to push his fingers forcefully into my vagina, he’s off me. As soon as I’m free, my fist connects with Daniel’s throat, making him fall to the floor. Before I can get another well-deserved punch thrown in, he scrambles. Slipping on wet tile momentarily, he finds his footing and runs out before I can finish what they started. I turn around to see O’Connell’s boot planted on Willis’s face, crushing his cheekbones.
“Who the hell do you think you are coming onto my student against her will?” He has one of Willis’s hands twisted upwards as he continues to pin him to the ground with his foot.
“I’m sorry, sir! We were scaring her, you know, fucking around? She wanted me to. She wants us all, too!” he exclaims, turning bright red.
Lies!
I shake my head. “You fucking lia?—”
Kade gives me a death stare, warning me to shut my mouth. His ice-cold eyes could freeze the entire room. My jaw clamps closed, and I step back as Preston gets up, dazed and limp, to exit the showers.
He returns his glance to Willis on the floor and grins ominously. Willis’s face pales when he watches Kade shift into the sadistic fiend the entire military knows.
Suddenly, a loud pop echoes against the walls. Willis screams in a feminine pitch and starts to convulse on the ground. He tries to escape Kade’s hold, but it’s useless.
“One broken finger for every lie,” he roars.
“Fuck! My finger! You broke it!” Willis agonizes.
“You want another fracture? Lie to me again,” he dares—an unhinged smirk unfolding across his mesmerizing features.
“I’m sorry!”
“It’s too late for that word now, Willis. So, I’m going to ask you a different question.” He presses his combat foot harder against his face, forcing him to whimper louder. I have to forcefully stop myself from enjoying this a little too much. I palm my mouth and narrow my eyes at Willis. Watching him squirm and cower from Beast gives me life.
My gosh, Roberts wasn’t lying about how fucking unhinged this man is.
“You lie to me again, and it’ll be your nose next,” he warns. “How many seconds will it take you to get the fuck out of my sight?”
“Uh, uh, I-I,” Willis sputters uncontrollably.
“Those aren’t numbers, Willis.” He grabs another finger, about to bend it unnaturally, when Willis gets a hold of himself again.
“Three seconds, sir.” Tears leak from his wide eyes.
With one last squeeze, the sound of a second broken finger reverberates through the air. Another blood-curdling scream from Willis makes Beast sneer like he’s having the time of his life. Willis smacks his hand against the tiled floor, holding in his words.
“If you fucking breathe the same air as Violet, look at her…if you eventhinkabout her again, I’ll carve your eyes out of your skull,” he keeps his tone dangerously calm with a deep growl in each word that sends shivers down my spine. He pushes Willis away, and he goes flying. Willis holds his wrist to his chest and walks backward, glancing over his shoulder as though afraid that Beast will chase after him.
“One.” Beast starts a countdown, his tone dripping with wrath, almost…possessively.
Willis’s mouth gapes open, and he nods vehemently. He sprints out of the showers, crying feebly, leaving Beast and me alone.
The water is still running behind me. The steam fills the room, creating a thick fog around us. I can’t see the exit of the showers anymore.
“Assholes,” I mutter, grasping my towel tighter. “Thanks.”
“Are you alright?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, Master Sergeant.”
I dart my eyes to the scar across the side of his face. Curiosity gnaws at me, and I can’t stop the raw question that pours out of my mouth.
“How’d you get that? Did you get it while you were in?” My fingers smooth over one side of my face, mimicking his scar.
