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CHAPTER1
ETHAN
I've been lying in this damned hospital bed for longer than I care to think about. Sterile, white walls, the constant drone of machines—it's a never-ending nightmare. The scars, both physical and emotional, from our mother's attack still haunt me. But right now, none of that matters. All I can think about is my sister Isabella.
Her name is a sweet, burning ache in my chest.Izzy. She's the only one who's ever made me feel, even when everything around me is falling apart. About two weeks ago, she was ripped out of my hospital room with strict orders that she’d return to Hillcrest University and finish her studies. The rest of our siblings are already there, aside from my twin, Samuel, and I can’t even think about what happened to him right now. I’ll deal with that trauma later like a typical Hillcrest man. Dad left the same day he forced Isabella to leave my side. He fucked off to the wilderness to that luxury cabin he’s been building for years. All the gossiping hospital staff have it in their heads that he left because he can’t handle what his wife did to his family. I like to think he left because he knew if he stayed here, he’d have to listen to me bitch about him separating Isabella and me. I grimace as I push myself to sit up. I’m healed, even though the nurses want me to stay another week, I’m just sore from lying in this bed for so long with minimal stretching. My only thought right now is finding Isabella and taking her out into the wilderness where we can finally live the way we want to in peace.
I reach for my phone on the bedside table, hesitating for a moment. I’ve been calling my sister since the day she left. She answered, promising to run away at the first chance she got and come back to me, but then she stopped answering altogether. My thumb hovers over her contact, and then I dial her number, heart pounding in my chest. The phone rings, and I can't help but hope.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Voicemail.
Frustration simmers within me as I hang up. Why isn't she answering? She promised to come back for me so we could leave straight from here and head to the cabin, but now I can’t help but wonder if she’s changed her mind. Did she enjoy being immersed back into the freedom the Hillcrest campus offers her? It’s a rigid school, with lots of rules, but far less intrusive than living with me. I want to consume her at every turn, make sure that she never forgets who owns that pretty little ass of hers.
I toss my phone onto the bed and swing my legs over the edge, wincing as the dull ache in my side flares up. To soothe the pain, I think of the first time I took Isabella as my own. She put up a good fight, it was like she didn’t see it coming, she didn’t know the depths of my obsession with her until it was too late. Before she could react, I already had her bent over her bed, sinking my hard cock inside the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt in my twenty-five years on this planet. We heard the rumors about the Hillcrest curse, that obsession consumes the males in the family until they snap and take the object of their desire–one of the females in the family. I was the first one to succumb to the curse, but Dad isn’t far behind, which is probably the real reason he’s secluded himself in the forest as far away from one of my sisters, Olivia, as he can possibly get.
I’m going to get Izzy one way or another, so I pick up my phone again and press the contact button for Malakhi LaRue. Malakhi, or Khi as his friends call him, isn’t really afriendof mine because I don’t have those. He’s more of an acquaintance I made a few years ago, and we’ve helped each other out a few times in sticky situations. He’ll be glad to know that I only need a ride this time, and not help digging a hole for a body. Although I’ve seen Khi around dead bodies, and I’d venture to say he more than enjoys the experience.
To my surprise, it's Dominic, Malakhi's older brother, who answers. In the background, I hear grunting and the clanging of metal, and Dominic's voice is controlled but more strained than usual. They’re both fucking weird dudes, but I trust them enough to have around my sisters, which is saying a lot. I don’t fucking let anyone near my family.
"What do you want?" Dom’s tone is far from welcoming, but that’s his whole schtick. He’s just like my younger brother Landon who is a fucking grump to end all grumps just because he doesn’t want anyone near his twin Sophia. He practically falls to his knees and melts when she’s near him but acts like a fucking brick wall if anyone else approaches him. He gets away with it because he’s a Hillcrest hockey player, so every motherfucker on that campus bows down to him anyway. I should know, I was the best goalie that fucking school ever had before I got injured.
I grin into the phone, knowing Dom will be able to hear it, and that’ll piss him off. If Dom is having a bad day, everybody else better be miserable, too. "Is Khi around? I need a ride."
Dominic lets out an exasperated sigh followed by a low grunt that sounds a lot like I do when I’m buried to the hilt inside my precious little sister. "Khi's busy right now. We're in the middle of something."
"Jesus. Are you moving a body or getting your dick sucked?" I ask, trying to hide my impatience. “Just put him on the phone.”
"None of your business where my dick is," Dominic snaps, and I hear a muffled voice in the background that sounds a lot like Khi. "What the fuck do you need?"
I grit my teeth. I don't have time for this. "I need a ride from the hospital to pick up my truck at my house so I can go fuck some shit up at Hillcrest." I throw in the last detail, not because I think it matters, but if it’s anything the LaRue brothers hate, it's pretentious rich kids that attend Hillcrest University. They only fuck with me because I bailed on Hillcrest when I injured my knee playing goalie. Dad was our coach up until Mom flipped the fuck out a couple weeks ago. He just walked away from it all, and I can’t say I blame him. I saw the tension between him and Olivia, and something tells me that he won’t be as okay with hurting her the way I was with owning Izzy.
Dominic's annoyance is palpable. "Fine, we'll be out front in half an hour. Don't keep us waiting."
As he hangs up, my frustration boils over. I know something is off with Khi and Dominic, but right now, I have no other choice. I need to see Isabella to feel alive again. And deep down, a burning desire to own her consumes my thoughts.
* * *
The roar of an engine and squealing wheels announce Dom and Khi as they pull up at the front entrance to the hospital, the car skidding to a halt in front of me. I stand there, arms crossed, and the annoyance I've been feeling seems to have bubbled up even more as I wait for them. I'm impatient, desperate to get away from this place and inside my beauty. She really is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her skin is fair, and she’s been dying her hair cotton candy pink since I told her she couldn’t. I love when she wears it up in those two high ponytails, and I can almost feel it sliding through my fingers.
Dom is behind the wheel, and Khi's in the passenger seat. As Khi leans over to unlock the door, he grins at me, flashing a cocky smile that's all too familiar. "Look who decided to show up," he says, teasing.
I roll my eyes and climb into the backseat. "You’re in a good mood."
Khi turns around, offering me a sly grin before his gaze settles on his brother.
Dom revs the engine, and we speed out of the hospital parking lot. As the wind rushes through the open windows, I can't help but feel a sense of freedom after being cooped up for so long. But it's a short-lived reprieve because my mind keeps circling back to Isabella.
Khi glances at me in the rearview mirror. "You've got that look, man. Off to murder some fucker?"
I don't even try to deny it. "Probably a few fuckers. Depending on how many people have put their hands on Izzy while we’ve been apart."
Dom chuckles, his gaze still on the road. "Brazen motherfucker. Do you tell everyone that you fuck your sister?"
I smirk. "The real question is, do you tell anyone you’re fucking Khi?"
The car falls into a brief silence at my words, the playful banter momentarily extinguished. It's as if my mention of their relationship, which they've kept under wraps, has hit a nerve.
