Disarray the hallowed cr.., p.23
Disarray: The Hallowed Crows MC 4, page 23
She lets out a slight groan, but it’s not enough. I want more, need more, and I won’t stop until I get it. She keeps her head down, heeding to my earlier warning, staying silent, meek, invisible, it makes me fucking sick. I don’t want her perfection, I want her pain. I want her on her knees begging for my fucking forgiveness, but I also want her screaming at me to stop. My cock is aching for pleasure at the thought of both. I’m hard because of how good she bleeds, how good she looks on her knees, but I’m also hard for how fucking good she takes the pain, how much she is fighting back. Fuck! Why is she always so fucking perfect? Deep down I hate her for it, for the perfection that bleeds out of her, because it’s what has always kept her just out of my reach. It’s why she now has to die.
I reach down gripping her chin, forcing her stare to collide with mine. “Should I fuck your cunt the way they did, make you my fucking whore instead of theirs? Would you enjoy bleeding for me like you enjoy bleeding for them?” I lean my face until it’s a breath away from hers, and when she leans back and smiles, I think I am finally getting my way.
Then she rears her head back and smashes it into mine.
Pain explodes in my nose as a growl erupts from my throat. “You fucking little cunt!” I whip the gun across her face, pleasure burning through me as her blood stains the barrel. Tears form in her eyes but she doesn’t let them fall, and she bites her lip to keep herself from crying out. I guess I need to try harder. “I’ve broken you before, Rebecca. Don’t you think I can do it again?”
I press the gun to the side of her skull, and use my other hand to rip the knife from my waistband. “I stole this from you earlier, I hope you don’t mind.” I place the tip of the knife at the top of her sternum and pierce the skin, dragging it down towards that filthy fucking tattoo I know is hiding underneath. “All these new scars will serve to remind them not to take from me. When they find your rotting, bloody corpse after I’ve fucked you to death, they will know everything that happened here today was their fault.”
More blood spills down her chest, and it looks so pretty with the tears splashing down her cheeks. I tuck the knife back into my belt and reach down to cup her through her clothes. “I know how much this pussy has missed me,” I say with a squeeze. “Do they know how hard you made yourself come for me?”
She fights beneath me, that O’Sullivan spirit just as strong as her father’s. Because I am having fun, I let her go, reaching to undo my belt. “I let them all fuck me at the same time last night,” she breathes, and anger and lust go to war inside of me as I picture what she is saying. I release my hard cock and smear her blood down the length to lubricate it, and the little bitch smirks. “Are you gonna get off to the idea of them fucking me in a way you never have?” she taunts, her voice sounding weak and breathless.
“No, I’m gonna get off on the idea of fucking their wife’s cunt while she begs me to stop.” I jerk myself a few times, getting annoyed that her stare doesn’t even attempt to drop to my dick. Then I drop to my knees and force her legs apart. “You might not be screaming now, but you will fucking scream for me, Rebecca, I’ll make sure of it.”
I keep the gun pointed at her head as I reach down and push my hand into her underwear, her cunt only wet from the blood dripping down from her stomach. That thought gets me even harder as I leak from my tip, but still she doesn’t make a sound, and I note the deep inhale she takes as if readying herself. This has gone on for long enough, and when I hear commotion in the distance I know it’s time to end this. I’ll fuck her and then kill her. “Looks like the cavalry has arrived, my little rose,” I muse, taking the safety off the gun and preparing to take my final shots. “Any last words?”
Rebecca smiles, her white teeth bloody as she leans over and spits some into my face. “It seems you forgot your most important rule, Mr. Mayor,” she exhales, struggling to catch her breath. “In this town, there’s always someone watching.”
A metal barrel presses into the back of my skull, and I squeeze my finger tighter on the trigger. One of us is about to die. Who will survive?
Silent, deadly, undetected. That’s how he slips into the room. He’s alone because he’s faster than the others, quieter, more ruthless. This is his job, what he was made to do, what he was born to do. A true enforcer. I can’t help but smile, the blood loss no doubt making me delirious, but I have never been so happy to see him in my life. I can hear the familiar sound of gunshots and fighting as it starts to echo around us upstairs, but all I can focus on is Carter, as he presses his cock against my center, and Killian as he presses the gun against his head. Even if I don’t survive, I can go knowing that he came for me, that they all came for me. It’s all about to end.
I see the moment Carter realizes we are no longer alone, that his plan has been foiled. I see the rage and desperation as it consumes him. His mask no longer exists, his face now a direct line to his black soul, and when his finger tightens on the trigger of the gun at my head. I say one last, almost silent prayer, while staring him directly in the eye. “Murder.”
Bang.
The sound is instant, deafening, and with zero hesitation, his blood splatters all over me as I watch the bullet rip through his skull. The vicious light in his eyes goes dark as they practically explode out of his face, leaving nothing but blood and brain matter. The force of it makes his body slump onto mine, and I register the shock of pain going through me at the impact, but I can’t move, can’t think, can’t breathe. He’s dead. Carter Fitzgerald is dead. Killian makes quick work of dragging his body off of mine and dumping it to the floor, but all I can do is stare at his now completely lifeless corpse.
Killian grabs my face with the hands he just killed him with, dragging my stare to his, and I can see his lips moving, but nothing is coming out, or I can’t hear what’s coming out. I try to read his lips, but my eyesight feels blurry, and I find myself pulling away from his grip and returning my stare back to Carter. He killed him. Killian killed the Mayor.
My heartbeat smashes against my rib cage as more people force their way into the room, taking in the scene before them, but all I can do is slip off the sofa and drop to my knees beside Carter’s body. My hands tremble as they reach out, tracing along his neck in search of a pulse, but I can’t find it. No matter how hard I try, it’s not there. He’s dead. He’s gone. Distrust floods my body, my eyes not believing what I am seeing, and when I pull my hands away, his blood has mixed with mine. I stare down at it trying to make sense of how this happened, unable to tear my eyes away as our blood merges together like long lost soulmates.
All I can think of is my cage, the one I called home, and the master who consumed me everyday. I was punished, then rewarded, starved, then given feasts, violated, then treated like a princess, and now I will never see him again. I will never hear his voice, or drop to my knees at his command, I will never fight to please him, and force myself not to fall apart during the parties with his friends. There will be no more voyeuristic showers, or days of darkness that feel like a lifetime. And finally, there will be no more threats against the people I love, and me doing everything I can to keep them alive. There will just be this, the memory of his cold, dead body, bleeding out at my feet.
Two years of torture, two years of fear, two years of pain, and now it’s over. Finally over. My dad may be gone, but Angel is alive, Ezra is alive, Aiden is alive, and Killian is alive. I did that, I saved them, protected them, chose them, over and over again, and now I finally won. He can’t hurt them anymore. He can’t hurt me anymore. I don’t realize I am crying until Killian drops down beside me and grips my face in his palms again, thumbing away the tears that are falling freely. His hands, these calloused and wicked hands, they killed him, took him away from me forever, it’s finally over.
His mouth starts moving again, concern thick across his brow as he implores me to answer him, and I have to use all the energy I have left to focus on him. His eyes widen as he searches my stare, repeating himself over and over until I finally register the words he is saying. “Rebecca, are you okay?’
I’m nodding slowly before he has even finished his sentence, still barely hearing the words, but I am already mumbling back a response. “I’m free,” I whisper, my voice strained, my body weak. “I’m free,” I repeat in awe, tears spilling down my face. “I’m free, I'm free, I’m free.” Aiden and Ezra rush to his side, their eyes wide with panic and fury, as I turn and tell them the same thing. “I’m finally free.”
Killian reaches down to help me up, forcing me to grunt, and his eyes drop to my stomach. “Fuck,” he curses. “He fucking shot her! We need an ambulance.” More curses sound out around us, as people begin rushing for help, but all I can do is stare up into Killian’s eyes.
“I’m free, Killer,” I breathe, struggling to catch my breath, my eyes feeling heavier by the second.
“Shhh, Sweetheart, I know, that’s why I did it, to set you free.” His words sound calm, sweet even, especially in comparison to the anger across his face, and my blood-stained hands reach up to caress his cheek.
“You did it, Killian, you set me free.” I smile at him, my eyes starting to close, when all of a sudden he jolts me in his arms.
“No, don’t fall asleep, Bex. I need you to stay awake, stay with me please.” There is so much heartbreak in his voice that it scares me to hurt him this much. Ezra appears next to him, phone to his ear, his eyes red and swollen as he looks down at me. “Help is on the way, Bex. We just need you to hold on.”
I smile at him, or at least I try to. I don’t know if my body is listening to me. There is a brightness starting to cloud my stare as I look at them. “I love you both, so much,” I choke, blood spilling down my chin, making Ezra curse. And when I turn to look for Aiden I find him watching me, his eyes locked on mine, completely unmoving. “I love you too,” I add, praying the three of them say it back before it’s too late.
Aiden is the only one to respond, moving towards me and crashing his lips to mine, not caring about the blood across them, as he takes them with his own. Kissing me like I dreamed he would the day I first met him. When he pulls away, he locks me with his stare. “I’m not saying those words, not like this, you fucking stay here with us and I will say them to you every single day of your long life, but not now, not here.”
Then he pulls away, rips the gun from inside his cut, and empties it into the Mayor’s back. That’s the last thing I remember before everything goes white.
“Rebecca,” a familiar voice calls. “Rebecca, what are you doing?” I turn around and see my dad standing there, looking at me in surprise. “You shouldn’t be here.”
I try to move towards him, but my body feels light, and the distance between us stays the same. Frowning, I look at him and shout, “But I’m finally free, Dad, don’t you see?”
He shakes his head. “This is not how you end, you need more time, they need you.” As if the mention of them jolts me, I feel hands scraping against my body, flashes of pain and cold moving through me over and over again.
She’s lost too much blood.
She’s going to die.
I can’t fucking lose her.
I know those voices. I love those voices, but going towards them takes me away from my father. I can’t lose him again.
“I’m not leaving you,” I tell him, the pull for me to go getting stronger by the second. I turn back to my dad, noticing the mixture of love and grief in his stare.
“You have to go back, Rebecca. You don't belong here, and they won’t survive this, they need you. They’ve always needed you.”
I want to cry but the tears don’t seem to fall, and when I reach up to touch my face, I notice the blood from my hands has now gone. “I don’t understand, what’s happening?”
My dad smiles sadly. “They’re saving you, like you saved them, but you have to let them.”
“Why?” I cry. “Why can’t I stay?”
“Because you turn calm into chaos, my sweet girl, and they need that chaos.” He disappears and then reappears right in front of me, his lips pressing to my head like a cold sweep of wind against my skin as he kisses me. “Go give them hell.”
Then he disappears and I descend into the light once again.
Her body goes limp in Killian’s arms as her name tears from my throat in a scream. There is so much fucking blood. Hers, his, fucking hers! We got here as fast as we could, yet it still felt too late. Aiden drove like a mad man through town, running stop signs and red lights without a care. When we were almost here we got a call back from Lincoln telling us there were men awaiting our arrival, but not enough. Killian demanded our President to pull over round the corner, slipping away from us so he could get into the clubhouse first without notice.
I thought he was fucking crazy, but then I remembered how easily he got into the Hades Mayhem MC that night, and held a knife to their leader’s throat without detection. I knew he could do it, and that we had to trust him, so we let him go to her while we took care of the others. There weren’t many, either due to the Mayor’s sheer arrogance, or just his lack of friends and funds these days, but either way they're all dead now.
Yet Rebecca will be too if she doesn’t get help soon, if we don’t get her out of here we are going to lose her forever. That thought makes me sick to my stomach. I can’t lose her, I won’t survive it, none of us will. We have all lived without her, and despite what we thought was a betrayal, we still cared for her, but this is different. We love her, she loves us, she fucking married us. I won’t lose her for good when we haven’t even had a chance to live.
“What the fuck happened!” Angel roars, storming into the room, his voice straining from his wrath. He doesn’t even spare the Mayor a second glance, his eyes completely zoning in on Rebecca’s unconscious body in Killian’s hold.
We have to get the fuck out of here.
“She’s been shot,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, and I see Angel’s face drop. He knows all too well how bad this is. We’ve both been there, we know what it’s like to be shot and left bleeding out by fucking Carter Fitzgerald, and if he wasn’t already dead, I would fucking kill him myself.
“Then we need to get her the fuck out of here,” he demands, and Killian must agree because he starts storming from the room, but my stare catches on the very dead body with its brains blown out all over the floor.
“What about him?” We can’t just leave another dead body for the FBI to find, we are in enough hot water as it is. I don’t think our fancy lawyer would appreciate a second round of trying to spring us from the police station. I doubt even he is that good.
Just as I have that thought, a woman appears in the doorway, gasping heavily and dripping in blood. “Don’t worry, I got it,” she pants, struggling to stay standing, a weak smile on her bruised face.
“Sasha!” Aiden says in an alarmed tone, rushing over to help keep her upright. “Are you okay?” It’s clear they know each other, but I have no idea who she is, and it appears none of the other guys do either.
“I’m fine, it worked perfectly. I got him,” she says, a hint of pride shining in her voice through the pain. “I got everything we need.” She holds up a wire and device in her hand, and I officially have no idea what is going on.
Aiden takes in the stuff in her hands and then drops his head back as if in disbelief. “I can’t believe it worked,” he mumbles to himself. “It fucking worked.”
What worked?
“You all need to get out of here, I’ll take care of this.” She doesn’t exactly sound convincing, and clearly Aiden agrees.
“How?” he asks. “I doubt even an FBI agent can explain away this many dead bodies, even if you are a little roughed up yourself.” I can tell he is trying to cut the tension of the situation, but there is too much shit going on for it to work, even for himself.
Sasha huffs a laughs, holding her ribs, and the word FBI jolts through me, but before I can question what the fuck is happening, a familiar face appears behind her, and Aiden shakes his head. “I thought you were busy.”
Elle King smirks, Asher and Lincoln by her side, as she purrs, “I couldn’t let you have all the fun now could I?” There is a team of guards waiting for instruction behind her, suited to deal with a crime scene like this, as she nods her head at them. “I brought backup because we can’t stay long, we are on our way to another job. However, I’ve got a van waiting upstairs, with a doc in the back, and a bunch of paid off surgeons waiting at the hospital, you need to go.”
I don’t even bother asking how she knew what we needed, I swear the girl is like fucking god, eyes everywhere, sees everything.
Killian doesn’t hesitate, pushing past them without pause and storming upstairs, with Rebecca still passed out in his arms. I nod my head at our friends and follow after him, Aiden and Angel hot on our heels, as Elle argues with the agent we leave behind. There are dead men everywhere, but all I can focus on is the blood trail that Killian is leaving behind as he makes his way outside with our girl.
Aiden instructs the rest of the Crows to head back to the apartments and lay low, taking the cars we came in back with them, as the three of us and Angel pile into the back of the van, greeted by an older man and to my surprise, Aria Harris.
“Doc?” I question, but her face is white, her stare blank and focused as the man instructs Killian to lay Rebecca on the table.
“I’m Arthur,” he tells us, not bothering to look our way, gloves already in place as he starts cleaning blood from Rebecca’s torso, while Aria cuts off her top. Before we can even say anything else the van starts moving, swerving out of the gate and hurtling towards the hospital, as the two medics talk back and forth.
