Page 23 of Sweet SIN Slaughterhouse

“About fucking time,” Abi mumbles, walking toward the gate. I release the bundle of clothes from my arms onto the warm, dirty cement road and step on them. Our eye contact doesn’t break, my glare speaks all I care to sayto her. She will not get the satisfaction of hearing my voice or giving a response to her ignorance.

No words will leave my mouth today, I am saving it for the slaughterhouse.

There is a slight gap between the road and bottom of the gate, the tip of my boot nudges the garments up to it, forcing Abi to bend over like a bitch, pull them through, and pick them up. I don’t care if this takes all damn day, this, right now, is for me.

We get to a thick sweater, and Abi reaches, gripping the arm, and pulls with all her might, which isn’t much, and it barely makes a dent. The bitch doesn’t quit, though, pulling and pulling until her face turns red and sweat begins to bead on her brow, how embarrassing. I know she wants to walk away but pride won’t allow it.

A pair of hands clap behind me and my head turns to find my brother. I’m thrilled he has come out to support me. Looking back at Abi, she’s let go of the sweater and has risen to her feet.

“Little brother, so glad you could make it.” My face remains neutral, but my mind is confused, why did she call him that?

Abi taunts, “He knew. The entire fucking time, he knew.” My heart drops, my breathing hitches, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep my face from reacting.

“We were in some cabin we found abandoned in the woods. Kasey, the redhead, was eating me out and as I was about to cum, my eyes locked with his through the window.He didn’t move, he stayed watching as my orgasm rippled through me.” Her brows move, encouraging a reaction from either of us, but if this is a game of chicken, I’m winning.

Her petite hands wrap around the thick bars of the front gate, her pathetic face peering through the gaps, and do fuck I wish she was in jail, and those were the bars to her cell.

“Blaise, you got off to it too, didn’t you?”

Please, brother, do not take the bait, I plead internally, hoping he can feel it.

His feet crunch against the loose gravel, his footsteps stopping as he arrives next to me, placing his arm around my shoulders in solidarity. I am so fucking pissed, but we will not show weaknesses in public.

Abi’s voice becomes husky. “Did you touch your dick while thinking about me? I got you so fucking hard, didn’t I? It’s why each time we were in the cabin you would watch, isn’t it?”

Please, brother, keep biting your tongue.

Gently Blaise squeezes my shoulder in reassurance while Abi continues her taunting.

“It’s a shame you found out when you did. I wasn’t quite done with you and your precious little club.” It’s the last thing she says before turning around and speeding off in her vehicle.

Once she is out of sight, I throw my brother’s arm off me. “You fucking knew? The entire time?” I shout, it’s a mixture of rage and hurt. How dare he?

“This is why I didn’t tell you, I knew you would get pissed.” He is such a man.

My entire being shakes uncontrollably. “I knew you left the tape. It was your writing on the label,” I spit, adding, “I’m your sister. We bled for each other. We promised each other. Fuck with Dad, sure. But me? How could you?” I look down at my scarred palm, where a single line rises from scar tissue from the oath we made to each other years ago as kids. Does it mean anything to him anymore? Is he so lost that he has forgotten?

“I know…” He pauses as my words finally sink in, knowing he’s wrong. “Fuck. Sometimes the shit with Dad bleeds over to you. I’m sorry, sister.” His face drops, he is genuinely ashamed.

There’s one more thing I need to fucking know, my words are hushed so he can only hear. “Were the bodies you?”

He looks back up at me confused. “What bodies?”

“Tash’s on my car the other night, cauterized and carved? The limbs from the pest at the Slaughterhouse, you said you would take care of? And the notes with burnt edges?”

Blaise’s head shakes slowly. “No, I swear it. Not me. I promise.”

I nod my head as my mind races. “If I find out you're lying, keeping secrets from me again after protecting you, you are dead to me, understand? I will not stop him from hurting you. Dead to me, dead to the world.” My words are harsh, but truthful. He’s hurt me deeply and I can’tallow it to happen again. I need to protect myself, my heart, and my family, including my found family. The Devil’s Society.

“You fucking knew this bitch was hurting your sister and you just watched?” Shit. It’s Dad.

“Get out of here,” I urge my brother, but he never backs down from a challenge with our dad.

Looking up the street, Dad is marching toward us with his baseball bat in hand, pointing it at my brother. “You have crossed the fucking line, turning your back on family is un-fucking-forgivable.”

Blaise looks at me like a deer in the headlights. “How did he know?”

I nod toward the guards and he grabs the roots of his hair. “Fuck!”

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