Page 29 of Ruin

“Why? What’s happened?”

“It can wait. It’s good.”

“Declan?” Now Cain sounds pissed, which I know he is. I’m not scared of many people, and even though Cain is good now, the man still scares the crap out of me.

“Cain, I swear Monday morning-”

“I’ll be at your house at five in the morning. Tell everyone else to be there.”

“I will.” I end the call, and turn to Trixie when I hear her bag drop on the floor. For a moment, I forgot she was there, and the hard dick I had in my pants has now fully gone with that text message.

What the fuck is going on?

Sitting back on the end of the bed, I take the pad from her and open it to an empty page.

“Design me a tattoo.” I push the pad into her stomach.

Can I put my clothes back on?

“No. You can stand there while you design a tattoo for me. If I like it, I might even get it, but if it’s not to my standard, well, I’ll find something to do to you as punishment.”

I walk out of the bedroom, so I can get my head around the fact I’ve got a fucked up anonymous message on my phone, a naked woman in my bedroom who I really want to fuck like crazy. One step at a time.

First, I need to focus on who wants me dead. I killed so many people in The Pit this summer, it could be any of their families..

Time to watch my back.

* * *

I smile at my family. Cain stands next to me. I’ve not told anyone about the messages that I’ve received. I knew they would implant themselves into my life and stay at the house. I didn’t want that. I can look after myself, but I didn’t even leave the house. Because for the first time in a long time, I had nothing to do. So, I was making the most of getting the little sleep I could have.

My head was all over the place after I got the messages on my phone, so I told Trixie to go home. I haven’t finished playing with her, but because my head was in The Pit, the last thing I wanted was for her to be around me while that shit is going on in my head.

I don’t even want my brothers around me when I have a bad day, never mind her.

“So what the fuck is happening that I need to be here at five in the fucking morning?” Mason asks.

I turn to Cain and give him my phone to see the messages.

“I’m coming for you. You took him from me. Now I’ll take you from your family.” Cain looks at me and shakes his head. “And you thought I didn’t need to know this when you called?” he shouts. I take a few steps back from him and move behind the chair. That’s enough space between us, I think. I hope.

Hayden takes the phone from him. Miles stands next to him to look at my phone.

“I didn’t even leave the house. I was home. What was going-”

“Don’t fuck around with me,” Cain shouts, and I know he’s pissed off. So, I do the only thing a smart man would do. I stand next to my dad. He won’t hurt me while I’m standing with dad. Surely not.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, and my dad turns to face me.

“I never asked, but how many people did you kill down there?” The only person I can look at is my mom. She never misses a family meeting, so when Cain called them on vacation to tell them there was a family meeting, they dropped everything and came. They already have the jet ready to take them back tonight, and that’s only because I told them I won’t tell them anything, unless they promise to continue their holiday.

“Remember, it was them or me.” I take a deep breath and look over at Cain. How do you tell your parents you killed more men in the summer than you ever will out in the real world?

“He killed who he needed too,” Cain answers for me. I prefer his answer to the truth.

“I watched every fight.” He locks eyes with me.

“Did you tell anyone your name?”

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