Page 13 of The Chief
Spit. He’d spat on me, using it as lube.
“No,” I whimpered, hating how weak I sounded. Hating how scared I now appeared. “No. Please.” More tears fell and my nose ran as well. Crying was the single ugliest thing a human could do, with someone watching you cry a close second.
“Shut up, bitch,” he ground out, working what I could only assume was his thumb inside me. My muscles burned as they stretched to accommodate his size, and it forced me to bite my lip to stop my plaintive cries.
“That’s right. You’re going to take my cock, Molly, then you’re coming back with me. There you can be our clan whore. You’ll pay me for my silence with your cunt, arsehole, and mouth.”
A sob ripped through me, pushing against my tightly pressed lips. Tears mixed with the snot that streamed from my nose. I wasn’t anyone’s whore. Sadly, you couldn’t fight physics—he outweighed me and I was pinned. There was nothing I could do to stop this act, but I would fucking fight him and anyone else who thought they could touch me in the future. It made me wonder if my mother had these same thoughts when she was on her back, earning money for her and Orla. Maybe she did, although I’d never known my mother to fight for anything.
So, with a shuddering breath, I fixed my eyes on the arm of my jacket, which peeked out from the slightly ajar door of the closet and let my mind drift …
Until something wet landed on the side of my face.
I flinched, wondering if Grady had the decency to pull out and come on my face rather than inside my ass. Honestly, consideration wasn’t his strong suit, so when the bed had jostled, I’d wondered whether it was all over.
Whatever it was on my face slid down my cheek and across the bottom of my chin, landing with aplopon the comforter. Something warm seeped under my left shoulder, and I shut my eyes. Grady was perverted enough to urinate on me as one final fuck you, so maybe that explained the warmth.
But then I smelled copper.
Why was I smelling copper?
A shadow crossed the room, and my gaze flicked up to find Keir standing beside the bed, staring down at me.
His eyes were blank, like he was hiding something from me; he probably didn’t want to alert me to my impending doom. Those darker than midnight eyes traveled down my body, then back to my face.
“Are you going to fuck me in the arse, too?” I asked in a rasp. “Grady doesn’t normally share, but since I’m now his clan’s whore, I guess that cancels his vote.”
The muscle in Keir’s jaw popped as he arched his pierced brow. “I’m not into sloppy seconds, love.”
Love? Why was he calling me love? And why was his voice so gentle?
“I’m not your love,” I told him. Were my words slurred? They sounded muted.
“No,” he replied as soft fabric ghosted against the backs of my thighs, covering my ass. “You’re my Jynx.”
Bending at the waist, he lifted me effortlessly into his arms. One of mine circled the breadth of his wide shoulders while the other sat limply in my lap.
“Don’t look at the bed,” he murmured, turning us quickly.
Why wouldn’t I look at the bed?
As he walked away, I peered over his shoulder, my dissociated mind having trouble piecing together the red puzzle that lay on my bed. Grady was on his side, like he’d been spooning me, only…
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
“I saiddon’tlook at the bed,” Keir growled.
But it was too late. I was looking. I wasseeing.
Grady’s face, or what was left of it, appeared to have exploded from the inside out. The back of his skull was nothing but a mass of shattered bone, blood, and gray matter. The sheets where I’d been lying were thick with blood. I glanced down at my side to see it also coated my skin. It was like something out of a horror film.
“He’s…” I swallowed back bile. “He’s…”
“Dead. Aye,” Keir clipped back. “And if we don’t get out of here, we’ll have more problems than him.”
Chapter 6
Keir
