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The sound of crunching metal and screams make me open my eyes. Fuck, when did I close my eyes? I look and see the car in front of us flipping over. There’s a young girl in the back seat screaming for help, and she’s looking at me. Wait, I know those eyes.How do I know those fucking eyes?
Her gaze never falters as they tumble over another three times. I feel the first inkling of guilt. I don’t even have time to process that. No, I’m too busy looking at the driver with blood running down into her scalp. Half of her face scattered with glass.
The driver is dead. I can tell by the bones sticking out of her neck and the dead-eyed stare. The young girl keeps screaming as the car comes to a stop upside down. She is stuck. But then again, so am I. Somewhere between awe from the fact she dared to stare me down and confusion about how I hit the damn car.
“Kr … Kronos,” Ayres croaks.
“Yeah, I’m alive.” My cock is still throbbing. Fuck, I’m a lucky son of a bitch to still have it.
Paying attention to the girl that is still in my lap, I wonder what her name is again for the third time tonight. As I shake her, the steering wheel squeezes deeper into her neck. Yeah, she isn’t alive anymore. I could pull away. But hell, I’m a sick bastard. I pump five times into her mouth and come down her throat. I have to say, I smile as I watch the cum seeping out of her broken neck and onto the steering wheel. Fuck, I seriously could go again. One more time. I smile and bring her head up and down on my cock. That’s until I hear Ayres cussing up a storm and the back door creaking open.
“My leg, it’s broken, and this bitch weighs a fucking ton,” he growls as he throws her out of the car. She’s alive. Damn, with the way she was carrying on in his lap, she shouldn’t still be in the car. Ayres’s hold must have been hard on her. I hear him fall out of the car, and I disengage the girl from my cock. Zipping up my pants, I slide from the front seat. Stretching, I think about what I need to do. It’s going to be a long ass night.
My thoughts wander to how we’re going to clean this mess up. Watching Ayres, he sits down on the ground next to the girl and breaks her neck. Her gurgling is a turn on, and I have to straighten my junk. At least Ayres was merciful this time. He didn’t toy around with killing her.
He crawls to the curb as I pull the plates from the car. Going around the front of the car, I take the plates there and scratch the VIN number out on both the door and the dash. No reason to leave a trace of who we are. Pulling the gun from the glove compartment, I think about killing the girl in the other car.
I turn around and don’t see her moving. Blood is seeping from her stomach. I holster the gun. She will be dead within a matter of minutes. No point in wasting a bullet. Opening the trunk, I pull out the gasoline and pour it all over the car. I hate to see this brand-new Escalade going up in flames, but hell, it’s better than a trace back to us.
“She’s still alive,” Ayres groans, looking at the girl in the other car. Looking back, I dial our other stepbrother, Hypnos. I ignore Ayres as Hypnos answers after the fourth ring. It’s quite hard to hear him with music still thumping in the background.
“Come get us,” I demand in the lowest voice I can muster as I watch the girl that had been giving me head catch fire. My hard on is back in full swing. Fuck me. I pick up the other dead girl and throw her back in the car. “Might as well leave no witnesses.” I laugh as Ayres smirks.
“What about the other car?” Ayres tries to get up, but he fails. I walk over to him and reach down. Grabbing him by the arms, I pull him up toward me.
“They’re both dead, anyway.”
Taking Ayres in my arms, I hoist him over my shoulder. We walk away from the scene as the distant roar of sirens blare. Someone must have heard the wreck and called it in. There is no one outside, so I know it’s safe enough to keep going. I sure as fuck didn’t call the cops. My brain plays tricks on me and tells me it’s the girl. I smirk at the thought of her having such gumption. She stared at me, even in her frightened state. She must have grabbed her mother’s phone.
I help Ayres stand as Hypnos pulls up. The shit head only made us walk three blocks.
“About fucking time, Hypnos,” Ayres complains while I laugh.
“Get in, shut up, and let’s go get that leg set.” I’ve had enough of Ayres’s whiny shit for now. God, I need a bath and to drink myself into a stupor.
Hypnos looks at us both, shaking his head as he puts his SUV into gear. No more thinking about the girl that was bleeding out in the middle of the worst car accident I’ve ever seen.
We get to our family home and our doctor meets us there. I wanted to drink all night, but Doc came in and took the bottle away and pulled out the pain killers. After taking one, I went to bed, not thinking anything about what happened. It's better this way or I know I will obsess over the girl.
My phone ringing startles me from sleep. “What?” I demand as I answer the phone. Looking at the clock, I realize it’s three in the morning. “This better be good to be calling me at this hour.”
“Kronos, it’s Officer Torrez. I found one of your cars out on Route 2.” Chills run down my spine as the officer carries on, talking about how she knew it was me that left that wreck. I deny it all. As we’re taught to do.
“By the way, the girl, she’s alive, and she knows nothing.”
Chapter Seven
Kronos: Age Twenty- Eight
Theanniversaryofthecar accident is fast approaching. Ayres is still in rehab for his leg. Hell, it took almost four months to heal. I’m an asshole for not going easier on him. Of course, Hypnos continues to be the go-between us. He has to be the glue because I’m drowning in self-loathing and a guilty conscience.
“Hey, are you going out tonight?” Speak of the devil. Hypnos comes into my office where I’m supposed to be working. Instead, I have my feet up on my desk and I’m on my fifth bottle of whiskey in three days. Shit, I can't even remember the last time I went home.
“Don’t I always go out?” Raising my head, I try to focus on him, but everything is a fucking blur.
“Why don’t you come home instead?” My own damn brother refuses to enter the office. When I look at him, I notice he’s got a worried look on his face, and it pisses me the hell off.
“No! My word is final.” I don’t want to face the reality of seeing Ayres still in pain.
