Page 50 of True Bastard
Nano rushed over. “What is she doing here?”
“I don’t know,” I muttered, then I heard Zephyr shout, “Thank fuck. Fresh pussy!”
Growling, I ordered, “Watch that motherfucker and make sure he doesn’t go anywhere near her. I’ll go get Morpheus.”
“Hurry.”
Not bothering to knock, I walked right into Morpheus’ office, my eyes once more locked on my kitten, who glared angrilyat me. Leaning close to Morpheus, I whispered, “Family just walked in the front door.Ourfamily.”
Morpheus looked at Cerberus, who quickly left, then turned to Kitten and said, “Firestride, it seems your old lady has returned home. Please show her to a room.” He smiled before he stormed out of his office, leaving me alone with one pissed-off pussycat.
Her eyes, those turquoise pools that had once held a flicker of shared cynicism and something far more dangerous, were now chips of flint, hard and unforgiving. Her fire that had drawn me in, the one I’d so desperately tried to extinguish, now blazed with righteous fury.
I thought I had shattered her, broken her, and in doing so, broke myself. A hollow victory, if it could even be called that; one which tasted a lot like regret. She was my old lady, Morpheus had said, and now, standing before her, the confirmation of that claim was a heavy, suffocating burden. My own brothers’ crude jeers, their knowing smiles, felt like salt in a wound that was still raw and bleeding. They saw a conquered man, a brother finally claimed. They didn’t see the shattered spirit, the shattered man, standing before her.
“If you so much as touch me,” she seethed, stiffening as she readied herself for a fight, “I will rip your balls off and shove them up your ass.”
“Well, considering that’s where you put them the last time you were here, I’d say you need to find another place to store them.” I smirked right before I grabbed her and hauled her up and over my shoulder.
She twisted in my arms, a desperate, futile struggle against my iron grip as I held on to her. Her words, laced with a potent mix of defiance and raw hatred, were equal parts balm and brand. “You stupid, cock-sucking whore! You think you ownme?” she spat, her voice a ragged whisper, yet each syllable a declaration of war.
The thought of her, the woman I’d so brutally claimed, now holding such power over my internal landscape, was a terrifying irony. I had sought to break her, to prove my dominance, but instead, she had cracked the very foundations of my own carefully constructed world, exposing the raw, untamed earth beneath.
“You’re mine now, Kitten,” I growled, my voice a rough caress that did nothing to soften the raw power emanating from me. My potent, volatile perfume of desire choked me, the scent of my damnation. I had wanted to claim her, to make her understand the brutal realities of this life, but in claiming her, she’d irrevocably ripped open a part of me I thought long hidden and, in that darkness, I found an unwilling accomplice I knew I would never let go. As I hauled her into the opulent prison of my room, I knew with a chilling certainty that a new game had just begun, and neither of us would ever be the same.
I had just walked back downstairs when I heard Morpheus sneer. “Well, if it isn’t the fucking bitch herself,” he growled as he closed in on the fucking whore, right before he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her off her feet. “Give me one fucking reason not to snap your fucking neck, cunt.”
MeredithfuckingDoherty, the whore of the Nyght Nymphs. Bitch had some enormous balls walking into this motherfucking clubhouse after what she did to Carver. She was fucking lucky he wasn’t here, because I knew my brother. He wouldn’t think twice before putting a bullet in her fucking brainpan. Bitch needed to die in the worst way.
“Go ahead, you son of a bitch. And I will take you straight to hell with me.”
And that was when we all heard the click of a gun.
The Brotherhood didn’t blink as we all drew our weapons, pointing them at the cunt, waiting for Morpheus to give us the word. Morpheus’ anger was palpable as he tightened his grip around the cunt’s neck. His knuckles turned white with rage as he applied more pressure.
For a moment, no one breathed.
The silence was deafening, a static charge thrumming through the room, as if the air itself was about to split open. For a heartbeat, the world felt suspended—no sound but the creak of leather and the ragged breaths of my brothers poised on the edge of violence. Morpheus’ eyes, wild and rimmed with red as he raged. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Meredith.”
In the next instant, the young woman spoke up. “She’s telling the truth. She doesn’t know. I didn’t tell anyone. I just left.”
Refusing to move, Morpheus’ grip tightened, and the cunt’s face started turning blue. “Why?”
Walking over to him, she reached into her pocket, pulled out a patch and handed it to Morpheus. I stiffened as my eyes saw what she’d given him. Shaking my head, I silently cursed Massacre to hell and back. That crazy, no good lying piece of shit was a dead man once Morpheus got his hands on him. What the fuck game was he playing?
Releasing the cunt, Morpheus turned to the young woman and growled, “Where did you get this patch?”
“It was given to me.”
“By whom?”
“Massacre.”
“GOD DAMN IT!” Morpheus roared as he stormed out of the room, and I followed closely, closing his office door behind us just in time to see him pick up his desk and throw it across the room. “I’m going to fucking kill him!”
