Page 145 of Merciless Obsession
I shook my head but didn’t reply. Instead, I got back on the bed and leaned over, kissing her hard.
“You’re so beautiful.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t patronize me.”
Again I kissed her, then pulled back, climbing off the bed and turning toward my closet. Ziora might think my actions were extreme but in the long run she would understand that what I was doing was meant to keep her safe and she was safest with me.
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My brothers, River, and I circled around Rock who was hanging from the wall. His hands were chained and lifted above his head. He cried out when Cashlynn dragged one of the blades of her butterfly knife down his chest. His breathing was heavy and staggered.
“Bro, your wife really gets off on this stuff, huh?” I mentioned.
“She does.” Nazai stared at Cashlynn with desire and pride. His arms were crossed over his chest and a satisfied smirk rested on his face. “Happy wife equals happy life.”
“You two are sick,” Lucas mumbled, side-eyeing our big brother.
“Says the guy who uses his scalpel as a war weapon.”
“They make the smoothest cuts. Creamy as butter.”
“All of you are out of your damn minds,” River cut in.
Rock’s yells caught my attention. She twisted the blade wedged in his upper shoulder.
“Okay, Wildfire. I let you have your fun.” Nazai stepped forward. “We still need to get answers out of him.” He planted his hand on her shoulder.
She looked over her shoulder at him. The murderous intent in her eyes couldn’t be hidden.
“I wasn’t done,” she pouted.
“We agreed you got to start things off because you didn’t like being sidelined. I let you do this, but don’t push it. Enough.”
They stood in a standoff.
Cashlynn rolled her eyes then turned and yanked her knife out his shoulder. “Whatever, this baby’s on my bladder anyway.”
She turned and waddled in the direction of the stairs.
“Even pregnancy doesn’t tame that woman.” River chuckled.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Nazai beamed. “My Wildfire knows how to keep me on my toes.”
“Can we finish this up? I have other matters to attend to,” Emmet mentioned, looking up from his Rubik’s cube, a bored expression plastered on his face.
Nazai reached behind him, pulling out black leather gloves. He stepped toward Rock and slapped his cheek a couple times.
Sluggishly, Rock lifted his head. Blood seeped from the wounds Cashlynn caused. “Rocky boy, we need to talk.”
His eyes were unfocused and low. “Let me go and I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
Nazai chuckled. Again, he reached behind him and this time pulled out his gun. He rotated it and studied it for a second. “That’s not how it works, Rocky boy. You’re not running the show here.”
Rock’s eyes landed on the gun and he swallowed hard. “Ye-yeah, okay,” he choked out.
I stepped forward and patted Wilma on my hands.
“You received a teenage girl from her dad a few months ago and she was sold off to a man who did very, very bad things to her,” I started.
