Page 77 of Deranged (American Street Kings 3)

He yanked at my hair. “Of course I didn’t tell you. Being raped by strange men was bad enough, but having your own mom forcing you to fuck her while she threatened to cut it off and feed it to the fucking dog, that’s not something you go around sharing with people.”

I pinched my eyes closed, my heart breaking for my brother all over again. Breaking for us. The pain we went through, the humiliation—God, it was so much worse for him. I realized that now.

“Glenn, I’m sorry she did that to you.”

He let out a maniacal laugh. “Don’t worry, sis. I got my revenge. See,” he jerked me around abruptly, pinning my back against the wall, “after you closed that door, I got my revenge.” He tilted his head, black eyes focused on me, his mouth pulled in an evil smirk. “Ask me how.”

I swallowed hard.

“Ask me how!” he yelled.

“How?”

He smiled, a gentle finger tracing down the side of my face, his eyes following the movement. “By giving her what she wanted. By fucking her, over, and over, and over again. We took turns, my friends and I.” He took my chin between his fingers, digging into my jaw. “And not just with our dicks.”

I couldn’t stop it. The picture he painted, the words he spewed out of his mouth, was so toxic, I couldn’t keep the bile down anymore. I gagged, and he grabbed my hair, forcing me to bend over while I threw up.

“Funny, I remember her gagging a few times that day as well.”

“Why are you doing this?”

He jerked me upright, craning my head back while my scalp burned as he pulled my hair. “Because tonight you showed me exactly how fucking thankful you really are.”

Dragging me across the room and over to the bed, he tossed me onto the mattress like a ragdoll. Like I weighed nothing. It felt like my heart was about to claw out of my chest, my stomach stripped and torn, about to bleed out of my body.

I tried to get away, my fingers twisting into the sheets, but he held me down, my stomach on the mattress, his body flush against my back. “Glenn, please. What are you doing?” I twisted, and flexed, and tried to get out from under him, but he was too strong, his hands gripping my wrists and pinning them next to my face.

“Ever since your tenth birthday, I was forced to listen to them rape you, forced to listen to your screams and your cries.”

Tears ripped from my soul, escaping down my cheeks. The fear, the panic, the uncertainty was something I hadn’t felt for a very long time. But it was back…and this time it was even stronger than before.

He eased his face closer to mine. “Every damn time I heard what they did to you through the walls of our bedrooms, I felt my hate grow stronger, bolder, harder. They were hurting my little sister, and I couldn’t do anything about it.” His voice cracked, pain dripping from his words. “Until…” He took a breath. “Until one night those cries turned into something different. See, I was sure it would stop eventually, that you’d give up crying since they were never going to stop. So, surely, you would stop fighting, stop crying. But you didn’t.” He moved, flexing his hips, and horror grabbed me by the throat, choking every ounce of air from my lungs.

He was hard. He was so hard, and I could feel it press against my back. I tried to jerk free, gritting my teeth, but it was no use. I was no match for him. He just gripped me tighter, pushed harder against me. “One night while I laid on my bed listening to them rape you, listening to you crying,” his lips brushed my ear, “I touched myself.”

“Jesus,” I sobbed, and I tried to fight by thrashing and kicking, screaming like I had the devil’s touch on my back.

“That’s right, little sister,” he continued, cool and calm, like there was nothing fucked up about it. “I jerked off while you got raped. And after that, whenever Mommy came to visit me in my room, I didn’t need to watch porn to get hard.” His split tongue slithered along my ear, down the skin in my neck, and I shuddered, my entire body trembling. “All I had to do was think about you and your screams that became like a fucking melody to me. That’s all I needed to get hard for mommy dearest.”

He thrust against me, and I bit into my tongue, the taste of blood blasting through my mouth—the taste of repulsion and terror.

“You feel that? I just have to talk about it, and my cock gets hard for you.”

“You’re sick!”

He laughed. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

“You have to stop this, Glenn. You need help.”

“No. What I needed was my little sister to be on my side, to be loyal to me. But you betrayed me.”

“I didn’t.”

“You did!”

“How? How did I betray you?” I continued to thrash, but it seemed like my fight only made him stronger.

“By not telling me the Kings were about to fool me by letting Onyx become president. A little fucking loophole they found with our deal. You didn’t tell me!” he yelled, and stars exploded behind my eyes when his fist collided against my skull, my teeth clattering together. The blow resonated in my head, my tongue bleeding and temples aching. I stopped moving, a numbness flooding over my body. There was no more strength in me, my limbs paralyzed and my mind dizzy.

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