Page 29 of Sinners Keepers
The light flicked on and the guys were by my side in an instant.
“You need to leave,” Law all but growled, his voice filled with murderous rage.
Ijah just stood there, totally unaffected. Casually, he leaned against the back of the couch without a care in the world, his arms crossed over his chest, so at ease.
“You can’t be here. You know what this could do to her,” Alec ground out.
“I’m just supposed to sit back and watch from a distance while the two of you take turns fucking my girl?” He asked.
My hands shook furiously as I wrapped my arm around Alec’s waist, clinging to him for any small amount of comfort he could offer.
Ijah’s eyes ran over me, searing into me as they went. I wanted to scream, to cry, to throw up.
My hand halted on Alec’s gun. He stood there, totally oblivious in his barely contained rage.
“You want them, cupcake?” Ijah chided. “It’s beensolong.Of course,you need them. Needsomeone. You always weresofucking needy.”
I scoffed, grinding my teeth together to keep from speaking. He didn’t deserve a response.
“You still think about how hard your thighs used to shake when my face was between them, don’t you?”
I snapped then, taking Alec’s gun from the holster without another thought. My hands shook violently as I clicked the safety off, aiming it at Ijah’s chest and pulling the trigger.
“No!” Alec and Law yelled in unison, both lunging for me.
It was too late.
The gunshot cracked in the air and my eyes widened as his body jerked violently. I felt the warm spray of his blood across my face as I stumbled backward.
Everything happened in slow motion then, therealmemories flooding back to me.
A silent sob wracked my body. The only thing keeping me from falling to the ground was Alec’s firm grasp on me as Law carefully slid the gun from my hand.
Everything that had just happened was a mirror image of what Ithoughthad happened before, but I'd been so wrong. Suddenly, I was spiraling back to the night that brought us here.
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It was so dark,but I could see the outline of him; the contours of his face, twisted into a demonic mask just before he pulled the trigger.
The pain in my chest was overwhelming, and blood seeped between my trembling fingers. My head pounded, feeling like it was split in half from smacking against the concrete floor when I went down. I was so stupid for coming here alone. I just wanted it to be over, for him to be gone so I could move on with my fucking life. Ijah had said he would take care of it, but I was so afraid of him being hurt; so afraid of losing him that I just had to try and beat him to the punch.
For a moment I thought he might do something to help me. Anything. But then he laughed. "You didn't think I'd do it, did you?" His malicious voice—the voice that had taunted me in the recesses of my mind since I was a little girl—echoed off the walls of the basement, the sound running down my spine like ice.
"You forgot one thing, Hunter," he said, kicking at my limp hand. "My life will always be more valuable to me than yours ever was, no matter how much money a tight piece of ass like yours goes for."
My father's silhouette was nothing more than a blurry shape against the dim light shining in through the now-open doorway. I watched as he stepped into the stairwell and disappeared, leaving me alone in my own pool of blood.
* * *
It hadn't been Ijah.It had never been Ijah. What the fuck had I just done?
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Alec
Shit.
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
