Page 111 of Cain
He kisses me back with equal fervor, knotting his fingers in my hair. And for a moment, it’s just me and him. And the weirdest thing is that I wouldn’t want him to be someone else.
“Aw, look at those lovebirds!” a male voice sounds, interrupting our moment and causing us both to look behind us.
Two men in black, balaclavas covering their features. We both stand up, and Cain pulls me behind him.
“Prince Charming, aren’t you?” the first one says. Who the hell are they?
“I prefer the huntsman. Let’s guess who’s the prey.” The second one flashes a blade. He’s taller than the first, but he’s still nothing compared to Cain.
“You don’t seem so big after all,” he mocks.
Cain tilts his head slightly. “Big talk for a man hiding behind a mask,” he says, his voice full of contempt. “I bet you’re ugly as fuck beneath it.”
“Cain,” I stutter, feeling my skin crawling.
“She’s scared. At least she has some common sense.”
“Shut up and get the girl already!”
My heart beats faster. They want me? Why? Who are they? What do they want from me?
“I’d love to see you try,” Cain growls and lunges at them both.
“No!” I blurt out.
They’re all fighting at once. Cain is fast, grabbing the gun from the tall man. The second lunges to stab him, but Cain shoves him back, shooting him in mid-air.
My lashes flick with fear. Oh my God.
He’s dead. Just like that.
Without thinking twice, Cain fires again, shooting the second man in the thigh and sending him crashing into the sand.
He walks up to the guy as he tries to stand, but Cain shoots his arm as well, eliciting a loud grunt from him.
“Let’s see your pretty face, sweetheart,” he growls, pulling off the balaclavas. “You?!”
My ears are buzzing. This can’t be happening. Not him. Not this worthless piece of shit.
“Long time no see, boy,” he hisses. He’s got to have a death wish.
My jaw locks so hard it hurts. Rage boils in my blood. This motherfucker used to be my father’s right hand. His loyal fucking dog.
And now I know. I know my old man’s still alive, pulling strings from whatever hole he’s hiding in, laughing his ass off while I tear myself apart.
Now, I’m sure thatheset all of this up. I’m sure he’s somewhere around and laughing at me. I know he wants to drive me fucking nuts. I can feel it under my skin.
Isnap, grabbing him by the collar and shaking him violently. “Where is he?”
He chuckles broadly, but that only adds to my anger. I punch him. “Answer me!”
“You’re dying to know, right? Maybe he’s already in your house. Maybe he’s the reason she twitches in her sleep,” he mocks, eyes wide. I punch him again. Harder.
“Where is he?” I fume.
He grabs my collar in a weak grip and locks his gaze on mine. “Where he always is. Ten steps ahead of you.”
My hands won’t stop shaking, and my temples are beating like war drums.
