Page 61 of Sinners Keepers
Alec came in behind her, banding his arm around her waist and pulling her into him. He laid a line of kisses along the base of her neck and my dick twitched against my zipper at the sight of them. “You should know, Hunny… he’s not exactly in stable condition.”
That was a restrained statement. We hadn’t necessarily been gentle transporting him back here. Or any of the times each of us had taken turns going down tocheck onhim. Not to mention that Ijah had blown his kneecap out when he shot him, and we hadn’t given him any kind of medical attention for it aside from staunching the bleeding.
We’d had to staunch alotof bleeding.
Ijah caged her in against Alec, sliding his hand around the back of her neck and pulling her lips to his. Alec made no move to give them any space and my dickreallyliked that. I readjusted myself in my pants and Alec smirked at me over Ijah’s shoulder, so I flipped him off. Fucker.
It didn’t matter the scenario, seeing Hunter loved was my biggest kink.
When he stepped back from her, she took a steadying breath. “I want to at least try and go down.”
I reached for her hand, and tugged it toward my mouth, kissing the top of it. “If you change your mind at any point, just say the word,” I told her. I wished that she could enjoy this. I felt like at one time in her life, she probably would have, but Ellis had taken that away from her too.
She nodded shakily. I wanted to scoop her up and take her back to bed, but it wasn’t my choice.
Alec pulled the door open and led the way down the stairs. Hunter and I followed with her hand still in mine, and Ijah stepped in behind us.
When Ellis came into view, she gasped. I tensed beside her, ready to grab her and bolt if that’s what she needed. “Is he…” she trailed off.
“Just sedated, Hunny Bee,” Alec answered.
Her eyes moved from injury to injury, her face completely unreadable.
Ellis’s body was slack against the wall in the corner of the room, the dim light shining over his wrecked frame. We hadn’t even had to tie him up. He couldn’t have gone anywhere if he’d wanted to. His leg sat at an unnatural angel, his face beaten into a bloody pulp to the point that he was barely recognizable thanks to both me and Alec. She swallowed roughly, taking in the full scene. I was worried she would lose her lunch when she noticed his left hand was detached from his body, lying on the floor next to him all crumpled up like a dead tarantula. That had been Ijah’s doing, and while we were all looking forward to quite literally tearing Ellis limb from limb, I knew that he’d get the brunt of it from Ijah.
Alec and I were willing to relent a little on this; Ijah needed and deserved this vengeance in a very physical way, and how Ellis received his punishment didn’t matter to us as long as he got it. The fact that Ijah was currently containing the level of rage I knew he felt inside while in the same room as Ellis was a feat in and of itself, and a true testament to how much he cared about Hunter’s wellbeing.
Hunter’s eyes scanned over each of us. Finally, she said, “Thank you. I’m ready to go back up now.”
I was worried that even just seeing him like this would be too much for her, so I was incredibly thankful that she knew her limits.
I turned back toward the stairs, taking her with me as I went. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Alec pull a capped syringe from his back pocket and hand it to Ijah. I’d filled it with LSD just after Hunter decided she was ready to come down, and I smiled with sick satisfaction as Ijah stepped toward Ellis’s limp form.
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HUNT
Law had offered to stay with me, but I knew he wanted to have his go at Ellis too.
I really thought seeing him like that would have had more of an effect on me than it did, but when I took in the damage they’d already done to him, I felt nothing but gratification.Release.
I felt loved.Sofucking loved.
Law had wanted me to at least go back to my room to rest, but I was too keyed up. My mind raced with thoughts of what they would be doing down there, and I knew that trying to relax was completely out of the question.
I briefly considered going for a jog on Law’s treadmill, but the thought was fleeting. I was pretty glad they hadn’t pushed the issue of me exercising after the first day they mentioned it, but I realized now they were just super anxious about my consumption of alcohol because of my brain injury.
I could have used a stiff drink at the moment. It was probably safe being that my brain had survived an LSD trip, but I knew I shouldn’t until I was cleared by my doctors.
I stayed in the kitchen for the better part of the time they were in the basement, anxiously munching on every snack I could find and wearing a hole in the tile floor with my pacing back and forth.
After three and half agonizing hours, the sound of a clip being emptied carried up the stairwell and I released the first unrestrained breath I’d taken in eight years.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
Ijah
CHRISTMAS EVE
