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Gray moves his mouth to my ear and whispers, “Cain’s just playing with him. There’s no way he’ll let him go.”
Logically, I know this, so I just nod. But I’m still fucking terrified as scenarios of what happened to Sasha play like unwelcome movies in my mind’s eye.
“Now, I’d never kill someone defenseless,” Cain says seriously. After handing something white to Brick, he adds, “There. Are you ready?”
Brick doesn’t answer, only breathes heavily as he waves the… wait, is that a fucking tissue he’s holding?
“It’s too late to wave the white flag,” Cain cackles, slapping his thigh.
Without another word, he closes the distance between himself and Brick then he drags the blade in his hand against Brick’s throat.
“Sayonara, motherfucker,” Cain growls.
As I watch the blood spurt from Brick’s open throat, I gasp for air, feeling like I can’t get enough.
“Gray,” I gasp.
Blackness dances at the edge of my vision as I bring my hand up to my throat, trying to get rid of whatever is making it impossible for me to breathe.
“C-can’t b-b…”
My body is shaking, and I stare wide-eyed up at Gray. His worried expression is the last thing I see before the blackness claims me.
Grayson
Spendingthemorningtorturingthe Reaper we caught was still satisfying, even though he didn’t talk. I didn’t think he would, but I had to try before Titch heads to Live Oak to get collected for the so-called recruitment party with the Reapers.
Now, as I step out of the elevator with an unconscious Zoe in my arms, I can see the men are keeping themselves busy with pussy instead of booze and blow, which is a good fucking thing. I need them at their best for tonight in case we have to fight.
“Now, I wouldn’t normally do this, but since I know your woman likes to watch, you’re welcome to take her to the balcony of depravity up there.” Cain points to the balcony that looks over the club where he has built some sort of fucking blanket fortress, but I can’t take my glare from him at hearing his words.
“How the fuck do you know she likes to watch?”
Chuckling, he slaps a hand down on my shoulder.
“Only a voyeur would have sat there and watched what we just did to that Reaper.”
Fuck. He has a point.
“Go on.” He laughs, turning his sights in front of us where Munroe is thrusting into Rose’s mouth, making her gag. “Go tend to her. There are some drinks up there too. Wake her up. Freshen her up, and then fuck her up.”
“Dude!” I hiss and he holds his hands up in surrender.
“I mean fuck her up in the best way.” He backs away, grinning.
Fucking crazy motherfucker.
I could take Zoe to our seven by seven padded cell, but Cain is right. She does like to watch, and when she wakes, I want to make sure I help her forget what she just witnessed. At least, for a little while.
Weaving through the writhing bodies spread out through the main room, I climb the stairs leading up to Cain’s fortress balcony. I smile as I reach the top, the sight of the blanket fortress reminding me of the ones I used to make as a kid.
It’s not completely private, but I can tend to her up here, and if she’s in the mood to watch the action below, she can do so without it being too obvious.
My guess is Cain has claimed this spot for the same reason.
Moving to the middle of the fortress, I ease to my knees and slowly lower Zoe to the cushions on the floor. Even though her skin is a little pale, she still looks breathtaking.
Cupping her face, I stroke my thumb over her cheek.
