Page 64 of Innocence
I sighed and rounded the corner, to find Rose holding her knee on the ground. Next to her was a broken pot of violets.
“You need to be more careful, Rose.”
She pushed her auburn hair out of her face and smiled up at me. “I’m okay.”
I snickered and shook my head. Of course she was. Our baby sister was a tough little thing, with a sweet as honey center. The light in our dark life. A symbol of the innocence our father striped from us years ago. There was no room in our world for a soft heart.
“Go on,” she ushered me away with her hands, “It’s your turn to hide.”
I propped my hands on my hips and shook my head. “Will you at least let me look at it first?”
This was why I didn’t like to play out here. There were too many obstacles and sharp edges around. Yes, she was eleven, but still. There were much safer places to play. But this was her fairy garden.
I was prepared to argue, when her nose scrunched up. Little snot was just toying with me. One small giggle later and Rose presented her knee. It wasn’t too bad, just a small scrape. Nothing some peroxide and a bandage wouldn’t take care of. Luckily for her, I always had my emergency clumsy sister bag handy.
“Enzo,” she winced as I began gingerly cleaning her wound. “How come I’m not allowed to play with Carmine?”
I blew out a huff of air and lied, “Carmine’s busy. Dad told you that.”
Couldn’t blame her for asking. He was her twin. She had this freaky ESP thing with him. Every time Carmine was upset, or hurt, Rose would text me, asking if he was okay.
It didn’t go both ways. Hell, Carmine didn’t even know she existed. Our father thought it would taint his upbringing. Threatened to take it out on Tobias if Jackson or I said anything. So, we kept our mouths shut. Bias was far too young to deal with our father’s wrath.
“It’s okay,” she sang, “I know he loves me.”
I focused on her wound and muttered, “I’m sure he does.”
The wind seemed to pick up speed as she added, “Daddy doesn’t.”
“Daddy’s a dick,” I responded, clenching my jaw.
Since Jackson disposed of our father’s wife, Rose was brought back here. To live under his roof. Whatever his intentions were, they weren’t good. Precisely why I refused to leave her alone. At least until I could take care of the problem.
Our father should’ve been more careful. He was the one who raised us to be ruthless and uncaring. He was about to find out just how well he’d succeeded. Jackson and I had it all planned out. Three more days, and Rose would be safe.
When I was done bandaging her knee, she jumped up and threw her arms around me.
“My hero.”
I fell back giggling with her.
“I’m hardly a hero, Rose.”
“Yes you are,” she insisted with a nod, “You can’t hide your beautiful soul from me.”
Two hours later,she was dead.
“If I didn’t know any better,” the corner of Bias’s lips curled, “I’d say you like this one.”
“You’d be wrong,” I grumbled, while turning down the hall to the dining hall.
The girl may intrigue me, but that didn’t mean I liked her. I liked fucking her. Her tight cunt squeezed the shit out of my dick, and the sweet little moans that came out of her mouth were music to my ears. I could listen to her make those sounds all day.
Huh? That wasn’t a bad idea. Strap her ass to a chair and make her ride a vibrator all day.
“You’re thinking about her right now, aren’t you?”
I sighed and tipped my head at my brother. “Why are you so concerned with my pet?”
