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“I’m not his sitter, Kronos. He’s a grown man, just like we all are. He can do whatever the fuck he wants.”
I'm ready to explode. Everyone knows I have a hair trigger, and that I'm the one that shoots first and asks questions later. I think that's why father leaves me in charge of the killings. He knows I'll get it done no matter what. As I get ready to grab Haydes, Hypnos holds my shoulder.
“Stop, both of you. He’s doing his own thing. We gotta get out of here.” Hypnos starts the SUV and makes a U-turn in the middle of the empty parking lot. I send a message to Ayres.
Me:You fucked up. We will discuss it when you get home.
No bubbles light up my screen. No phone call. My irritation at Ayres is more about him not listening than worrying about his safety. He can take care of himself. But now I’m pissed because he ignored me.
I fucking hate being ignored.
As I pace the damn hallway between my room and Hypnos’s, I think of all the ways I’m going to gut Ayres. I mean, it’s not like I’m going to gut him, but the idea of it makes me happy. Why the fuck did he go off on his own? If our father had him on another Goddamn side mission, I’m going to explode.
“We should wait to see what’s going on before we react,” Hypnos says from his room as he pecks away at his keyboard.
“Yeah, you wait,” I growl as I move along the hall again, back and forth, just waiting like a damn parent for their child to come home once they’ve missed curfew.
My phone doesn’t even get a full ring before I’m picking it up. “What the fuck? Where the hell have you been?” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Silence meets me, and I look at my phone. Ayres’s name blinks on the screen in blue. He sighs heavily and I hear it. His exasperated sigh is laced with pain, and I close my eyes, reeling my anger in, as it rings loudly in my ears.
“Dock twenty-nine warehouse,” he whispers.
Why is he still at the fucking dock? “What are you still doing there?” I demand.
“Haydes.” The line goes dead, and I yell.
I try calling him again, but he doesn’t answer. Hypnos is beside me before I can throw my phone. He takes it and dials. Ayres doesn’t answer. “What did he say?”
Rage consumes me. I knew better than to trust Haydes. Fuck. “Haydes lied to us. He’s hurt Ayres, and he’s still at dock twenty-nine.”
“What?” Hypnos stops staring at my phone and looks up at me. His mouth is open, and he’s blinking at me like he can't comprehend what I'm saying.
“You heard me. We need to get to Ayres before Haydes decides to go back and check on him.”
Taking my phone from him, I stalk toward the garage. “I warned you both that Haydes was a Goddamn mistake waiting to happen.”
“Yeah.” That one word pisses me off so much, I almost punch the wall. Instead, I keep walking, afraid I may say or do something that will truly cause a rift between us.
One Week Later
I come down to the basement and torture Haydes every single day. Father told me to leave him be until he got home, but I said fuck that. He’s weak, and honestly, I like that. For some odd reason, I keep seeing myself ramming into him, forcing him to submit to me. I wash that thought down with his blood spilling all over the floor.
This time, though, I’m standing next to my father with a barbed whip. Father wants answers, and he likes to play rough. For an old man, he’s still into torture and gets off on our screams. I circle Haydes, waiting for the signal to give him his lashing.
“Why did you let the bomb go off, Haydes?” Father grits out.
Haydes laughs and I swear I see my father’s left eye ticking. It’s a sign that he will explode. Eventually.
“Because I could.”
The whip whooshes in the air and strikes his left shoulder. I watch as he closes his eyes. His cock gets hard, and I’m aware of how much he enjoys the pain. Hell, when we were younger, he used to cut himself just to see how many slices he could make before his pain was too much.
“Give me another one, Kronos.” Haydes is taunting me. I hit his stomach, and he bows backwards. “Fuck yes, more. This is foreplay, you sick fuck.”
My father grabs his chin and forces Haydes to look at him. “You are a disgusting, twisted son of a bitch. If I didn’t raise my sons to get revenge on those that did them wrong, I’d take you out myself.”
He smirks at father and spits in his face. Damn, Haydes has some Goddamn balls. “You are weak and a coward.”
