Page 14 of Cedar Edge
“Stupid girl.”
And just like that I’m sobbing all over again.
Logan
My mind narrows in on the single phrase as Thea breaks again. ‘He did this.’
Anger that I’ve never known before threatens to burn me alive as I struggle to swallow it down. Someone out there is a dead man walking. Someone will learn exactly what it feels like to have my blades carve into him before my bullet finds a place in his skull.
“Thea, who are you talking about?” I try to ask as calmly as I can but it’s too late. The panic has pulled her back under. She sobs against me, but at least this time she seems to know who I am. The fear that flashed through her the moment that flashback pulled her away from me is something I never want to see again and only adds fuel to the fire. Someone hurt her. Badly. And when I find them I will give it back to them tenfold.
After what feels akin to eternity, Thea seems to calm down enough for me to loop my arms under her and carry her to bed. She looks up at me with puffy, tear filled eyes as I lay her down in the center of the bed, pulling the covers over her small body.
“How did you know what to do?” She asks quietly as I shut the curtains on the window.
“Law,” I say with a firmer tone than intended. “Sometimes he has… moments like that..” I glance at her and I can tell she has more questions but I shake my head, refusing to give up any of his story without his permission. If she wants it, she can ask him.
We all have demons that hunt us. Ace rips his apart with his bare hands before lighting the pieces on fire. I ink and pierce my skin chasing them away with pain. They never catch us. But Law’s demons? They catch him sometimes and when that happens it makes what Thea just went through look like nothing.
She nods as if she understands the unspoken words between us before snuggling into the bed deeper. My tongue flicks out and plays with the metal ring in the center of my lip before I’m stretching upward, my body feeling stiff and in need of release. I watch Thea’s eyes gobble up the expanse of my stomach as my shirt shifts upward.
I let out a long groan and her eyes snap to my face, red blooming across her cheeks. “You can’t look at me like that Tink.”
She cocks her head to the side, feigning confusion as if I didn’t just catch her checking me out. “Like what?”
Prowling forward I brace against the bed, arms on either side of her. “Like you want to trace my body with your tongue.” My hand traces the column of her neck before skirting her collar bone. “I only have so much restraint and I’m trying very hard to be good right now. But if you keep tempting me I’m going to fuck you until my cum is dripping from you and you’re screaming my name so loud even the storm outside can’t cover it up.”
Her pupils blow wide, mouth dropping open, as her chest heaves. When my eyes skate down her body I can see her nipples pressed against the shirt. “Be a good girl and get some rest for me Tink.”
“Why?” She spits out rapidly.
I smirk, “because good girls get rewarded and you want a reward don’t you?” Her mouth drops open in shock. “Oh and just in case you needed to hear this spelled out. We want you. We wanted you when you kissed Ace. And we want you now. You’ve always been ours, Thea.”
Her face flushes a brilliant crimson and I have to force myself to flee the bedroom so she can rest. Because god damn it do I want to see what the rest of her looks like when she turns that pretty shade.
Never had I been more thankful for my fathers stubborn nature than when he showed up at the door in the early hours of morning. It wasn’t long after I left the room that I heard the whimpers of distress coming from her, drawing me back to her side. Thea had spent the night tossing and turning until she started to violently vomit. A sheen of sweat covered her face as her body shivered against my own. The whimpering noises she made were the worst I had ever heard but it was when she started to seize that I fucking lost it, and thankfully the exact moment my father showed up.
He took over, quickly assessing the situation and began administering an IV, which is where the situation slid into my version of Hell. Holding Thea down while she begged for us to stop was a form of torture that I know I’d break under. At some point she had slipped into a flashback and getting her back out wasn’t an option it seemed.
It was only adding to the smoldering rage I felt, because in the midst of it she beggedhimto stop. A broken, ragged sob that was pulled from her lips like a prayer. Over and over the unnamed devil that was torturing her while she was safein my bed. My father had worked fast, sedating her before she could hurt herself. He had taken one look at me after that and instructed me to leave the room.
Pacing the floor outside the room I wait, impatiently, for him to emerge. Outside of the rain still falling, the house was silent. The wind had died down finally leaving behind a soft breeze that would hopefully mean the storm was over. For the millionth time I am debating on calling Ace and Law, telling them exactly what’s going on. They need to know, and honestly I need the grounding. Because right now I feel like I’m about to lose my god damn mind. But without knowing who the enemy is or how the fuck they managed to block all our texts and calls I can’t risk an open line.
Still, I open my phone and glance at the last text.
Law: Roads are a shit show right now Logan. Tell me you got home safe.
Law: Lo I mean it… you answer me right now!
Me: Home.
Law: Thank fuck.
Law: I’m stuck here for now, I can’t make it home. Please be safe. I love you. I’ll try again in the morning.
My father finally steps from the room, halting my downward spiral and forcing me to put my phone back in my pocket. His expression is grave, eyes dark storm clouds as he heads towards the kitchen. It takes a lot to shake Reed Everheart, in fact, theonly time I’ve seen him with a similar expression was when Marie died.
The silence builds between us as I watch him grab whiskey, pulling straight from the bottle. “Need you to tell me what the fuck is going on.” I try to keep the growl from my voice, try to stay level headed. My dad continues to stare out the kitchen window, hand clutched to the bottle of alcohol. “Dad!”
