Page 13 of Kings of Decay
The Jeep honked and flashed the lights.
I didn’t look back.
These assholes thought they were untouchable. They might have owned everyone else in this town but not me. No one owned Willow Moore.
No one.
Snow kicked up and shot down the side of my boot. My legs were so cold that I barely noticed.
I walked for what felt like an eternity. How did this last mile feel so long? My entire body was numb. My fingers were pale and bluish.
Still, I refused to look back. I kept my eyes trained on the shadow in front of me, ignoring the sound of the Jeep crawling behind me.
“Hurry up, bitch!” Ainsley shouted out the window and laid on the horn.
I winced but kept my composure. I didn’t have the energy to waste getting into another argument. If I wanted to survive, I needed to get home.
I wiped the snot from my face and staggered forward. My vision was starting to fade around the edges. “Fuck,” I gasped as my head started spinning.
Where was I again?
The sound of the crunching snow brought me back to reality for only a moment before the world started swirling around me.
“I think I’ll just rest here,” I murmured, holding my icy hands up to my mouth. I stumbled, landing on my knees in the snow. I was so cold. So cold. I just needed to sleep.
“Just a short nap, I promise.”
Chapter nine
Pearce
The little mouse finally collapsed a mile and a half outside of town.
My brother and I watched her stagger and fall in front of the Jeep.
Ainsley hit the brakes and came to a sliding stop. Thankfully, we’d barely been moving, or she would have been roadkill.
“She gave up,” Ainsley laughed as he kicked the janky Jeep door.
We found her slumped on her knees and unconscious. I couldn’t help but grin as I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her face upright. Her skin was icy cold, but her pulse was there.
“Shit, she didn’t die, did she?” Ainsley asked as I let her head fall again.
“Nah. Could be, though, if we don’t get her warm soon.”
“Good, I really don’t feel like feeding her to the wolves. Yet.”
I scooped her up into my arms. “Yeah, I want to eat her up myself first.” I breathed in her scent, the salt from her tears, andthe fading perfume in her hair. Her white cotton bra and panties were thin. Her nipple hardened as I passed my thumb over her tit.
Blood surged through me. I could have her now if I wanted. I pushed the monster in my heart away. No. I wanted her warm. I wanted her crying and screaming when I finally made her mine.
“Come on then,” Ainsley said. “Throw her in the back.”
She was so delicate in this state. Half frozen. Cold enough that it would be easy to snap her with my bare hands.
“Fine,” I laid her down on the back seat. My hands moved as if possessed as I dragged them over her cold flesh. Her breathing was shallow. Her lips and fingertips were blue.
“Tch,” Ainsley looked over the seat. “What a weakling. It’s not even below freezing yet.”
