Page 51 of Kings & Carnage

"I hope you have a good hiding spot, tiger," Oscar called from the front of the house. "You have no idea what we have planned for when we find you.”

The blood was rushing in my ears, my heart beating wildly. My brain didn't know the difference between a real threat and a pretend one, and who could blame it? I’d thought the Kings were my enemies and they’d ended up being my only allies. I’d thought I could trust my mom and she’d turned her back on me.

My sense of safety was all kinds of fucked up.

I was in full on survival mode, panic fighting its way up my throat as I frantically searched for a place to hide.

And underneath it all, as sick as it was, I was horny as fuck.

I was being chased through the house by the three hottest most dangerous men I'd ever known, and I knew all too well what they’d do with me when they found me.

That my instinctual fear mingled with sexual desire was just one more sign that I still had a lot of things to learn about myself.

Somewhere not far enough away, Rock made a whispering sound like he was calling to a lost cat. "I think our kitty cat is lost, boys.”

I scanned the kitchen, my gaze landing on a door to one side of the room. I had no idea what it was, but the kitchen wasn't exactly overflowing with hiding spots, so I ran toward the door and flung it open.

I'd just closed it behind me when I heard heavy footsteps enter the kitchen I’d just vacated.

I glanced frantically around the dark, narrow room I'd entered but couldn't make out anything except a bank of cabinets.

I reached out hesitantly, not wanting to make any noise, and came in contact with a smooth dusty surface that felt like butcher block.

Was I in a butler's pantry? That would make sense. Rich people had them in the old days to hide all their extra dishes and supplies.

My eyes were adjusting to the darkness. I could make out a row of lower cabinets fronted with round wooden knobs.

I headed for the ones at the back of the narrow room and eased open one of the lower doors, hoping it would be big enough for me to crawl into.

I tried not to think about all the dead bugs and mouse droppings that might be inside the cabinet. It was disgusting but I was also fully immersed in the game and determined not to be found.

I wedged myself into the tall lower cabinet, thankfully just big enough to hold my body if I leaned forward over my knees.

I pulled the door closed behind me and heard someone step into the room.

I tried to slow my breathing. It sounded so loud in the confined space I was shocked it couldn't be heard outside my hiding spot.

"Oh Jezzzzebel…" Neo's voice sounded almost soothing, just the slightest hint of threat under the words. "I know you're in here.”

My mind and body were hella confused. I was terrified at the same time my cunt was slick with need.

"You know you can't hide from me," Neo said, his voice low and dangerous right on the other side of the cupboard where I was hiding. "I can smell you. I can feel you.”

I held my breath.

The cupboard door flew open and I was pulled from inside by a pair of strong hands.

"Got you."

Chapter25

Willa

He pulled me to my feet and pushed me against the bank of cupboards inside the tiny room.

The press of his naked body against mine was the best kind of shock, like being electrified from the inside out, every nerve tingling with hunger that was only amplified by the fact that I could barely see him.

"You owe me one, Jezebel.”

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