Page 16 of Dirty Little Sinner

“Holy fuck!” I hiss into the darkness, all this time I never fucking put it together because of the fucking cock piercings. I knew Cameron and Derek never had their cocks pierced, but what if they got it done while I was gone? Or was one of those Royce’s dick? No, it wasn’t Royce’s because I saw his when Cameron was on his knees blowing him. “It’s them,” I breathe out, that’s why they never came to the rescue when I screamed for them.

Holy shit.

I may be pissed off and angry with Derek but I want to know. No, Ineedto know the truth. I turn and run a hand through my boy’s mane, then place a kiss on the side of his face.

“Wish me luck, I’m about to go and turn some lives upside down, but I promise I’ll never leave you again, Hades,” I vow, then make my way out of the woods. My anxiety has me in a chokehold and nerves are strangling the air from my lungs. Confronting the three of them and accusing them of being the three maskedmen that have been fucking me every single night is a huge risk.

What if I’m wrong?

The thought hits me with so much power that I slam to a halt. What if I am wrong and I go in there accusing them of wearing masks while they fuck me and I’m not right?

The thought vanishes from my mind when I see a lone figure against the fence. I nibble my lip nervously. I square my shoulders and hold my head high as I make my way toward him. The moon offers enough light for me to see who it is as I draw near. It surprises me when I see it isn’t Cameron waiting for me.

“Sinner.” Royce’s gruff tone washes over me as I stop a few feet away from the fence. Royce’s gaze darts over my shoulder and I know without needing to look that Hades is coming.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

He releases a breath and stabs a hand through his hair. I can see he is clearly uncomfortable about something but I refuse to fill the silence. “Cam and I had no idea that Derek was still in contact with your mother.” The truth is clear in his words and knowing that him and Cameron didn’t betray me has some of the tension fleeing my body.

“Is that the only reason you’re out here?” I push.

His gaze locks with mine and I can see a range of emotions swirling in the depths of those brown eyes. “No. I’ve been out here for hours waiting for you.”

“Why?”

“Because I needed to know you were safe and that we wouldn’t lose you again.” His raw honesty has my breath hitching. “Maddison, I don’t want you to run again. You belong here with us and I know Derek doing what he did hurt you, but I would be a liar if I said I wasn’t grateful that he had a way to get in contact with Joanne.”

“He lied to me!” I snap.

Royce nods and smiles sadly. “I know he did and he has a lot of explaining to do, but if there is a chance he can get her to confess and grant you your freedom, then I’m all for it.”

“Why do you care so much about me going to prison?” I press, needing to hear his answer. I try not to sound too hopeful but I fail.

His eyes take on an intense look as he stares at me. “Because you’re ours and your place is here with us, not in some cell or a shitty apartment hours away. You belong to us.” My jaw unhinges, words fail me. I don’t know what to say or what to do, I just stand here staring at him, wondering if I’m dreaming or if this is really happening.

“Royce—”

He cuts me off before I can finish. “I can see the questions you have for us in your eyes but I can’t answer them without my brother or Cam, so I’m begging you to come back to the house with me so we have a chance to explain everything before you write us off and run.”

“I never said I was gonna run,” I whisper.

The smile falls from his face. “You might when you learn everything,” he mutters.

I press forward and grip the fence. He reaches out and places his fingers over mine, drawing a gasp from me. “I don’t want to run, I want to fight,” I admit quietly.

“Then let us fight beside you. I swear, sinner, we won’t let you go without a fight. Have faith in us.”

“I’m not religious, Royce.”

He smirks and shoots me a wink as he steps back motioning to the gate. “I know but you should start praying because when the truth comes out only God will be able to save you from what is in store for you and that perfect little body.”

Oh shit, I was right. They are my masked men.

EIGHTEEN

DEREK

Standing here in the middle of my living room, facing the woman who is soon to be my ex-wife has disgust rolling through me. Joanne looks nothing like her daughter. Her scraggly brown hair looks like a bird's nest atop her head, her dull brown eyes are void of life and wonder. She is far too skinny and her bones protrude, that’s what happens when you abuse drugs. I sneer at her best friend Scarlet, who is practically a carbon copy of Maddison’s mother. How this woman was able to give life to the most perfect creature I have ever laid eyes on is a mystery to me.

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