Page 59 of Soulless Deeds

Then, a calming voice cut into my chaotic mess of a mind, calling me back to reality. “Ghost, what’s going on?” Echo slipped into the room, hands raised with an open expression. “Spencer, focus on me. Tell me what you need.” It was the way he said my name, unashamed and tinged with something more.“Anything, Spencer.Tell me what you need.”

I couldn’t see past her lies without my sisters. I couldn’t see past my own anger and betrayal without their presence.

Echo shuffled closer, his tall frame blocking my view of the witch behind him.“Anything.”

My lungs heaved as the last remaining air left my body. Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice from the foyer as if a little golden fairy godmother heard my internal screams and granted me my wish.

“Spencer?” Tanner called my name.

ECHO

I had just arrived at Aster’s apartment when I heard a gunshot. Barging through the entrance, I instantly sensed the charged tension all the way from the elevator, Spencer’s shout alerting me to her position. Terror swept through me at the unknown, at what I would find.

Then I saw the panic in her green eyes, her shaking form, and the image fucking wrecked me. Something monumental had taken place before my arrival.

For the first time, I was torn. My brain told me to protect Aster, yet my heart screamed for me to go to Spencer. Covet, comfort, defend her.

The clash of emotions had me reeling. Until Tanner stormed through the door with the ire of a raging tornado, smoky brown stare lasered on Aster with the clear intent to maim and kill.

Which I couldn’t let happen.

I stepped in his way. “Back off. Let’s talk.”

He didn’t hesitate, instead hit out in quick succession. Tanners strikes were fucking lethal, heavy and exact in their deliverance. However, I gave back in kind.

We brutally exchanged blows, fists hitting flesh, kicks striking with throbbing contact. I may have fought dirty by utilising all manner of rubbish littered throughout Aster’s room, pegging that shit at his pretty boy face, which he seemed to dodge at super speed.

When a sudden shriek came from the side and in my periphery, I could make out Spencer dragging a comatose Aster to the living room by her ankles.

Tanner used the advantage of my distraction to smash a glass candle to the side of my head, the weight of the impact knocking me out cold alongside my mistress.

I regained consciousness sprawled on the couch, perusing the room in silence. Aster sat in an armchair opposite me, clutching her bandaged hand to her chest while Tanner stood sentry. His freaky aura bled mortality as he watched us without uttering a word, awaiting the rest of their family to arrive.

Spencer paced the lounge area with the intensity of a caged lion, pistol twitching in her palm as if she were resisting using it.

She was a breathtaking creature to behold.

To think I ever had a chance against a formidable foe like that… Yeah, I was deluding myself.

Spencer had fucking made me relinquish all three of my sacred laws that I had never broken. For anyone.

No kissing. No bareback. No repeats.

Fuck. When it came to her, those useless rules may as well not have existed at all.

That mind-altering intimacy had switched something inside me. Which made me simultaneously wary, frustrated and fucking horny.

I had been fighting against her for so long that she crept up on me, that entirely too late she meant…more.

Her red hair whipped around her, demanding my attention as she continued to rage. That was probably the wrong time to think that she looked so fucking sexy with her tight jeans and tee. The material accentuated her luscious curves that I couldn’t help thinking of the way she felt around my cock, her pulsatingcunt milking me of all my cum. And when she was so unhinged like that …Saints!

Is she wet? Can she still feel me inside her?

Adjusting my growing length, I shifted my attention to the woman responsible for the mess.

“What the fuck have you done?” I asked Aster. She narrowed her eyes, posture stiff, sporting a serene expression. She wasn’t giving anything away. To the outside world, she appeared well-composed and put together. Although, I could tell by the slight tremor of her fingers or the way she tracked Spencer that she was in crisis mode.

The elevator doors dinged at the rest of the Kings’ arrival, Micah leading the way as Emerson and Psycho followed close behind. Even a tiny chihuahua strutted into the room with an air of arrogance, a snarl freely grumbling from his jaw as his tiny head whipped from left to right.

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