Page 67 of Crave
I clenched my jaw and breathed deep.
“But the real question remains, who had access to the Order to program your sister in the first place…and why?”
I stared at the side of her face and the way her brow was pinched, like she was fighting whatever demons were inside her…but she wasn’t was she? No, because she wanted this. She wanted our ruin, it was what she’d been programmed to want. I draggedmy gaze down to the sweater I put on her, my hand clenched remembering the warmth and softness of her breast against my palm. The nipple puckering under the brush of my fingers. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted it. I wanted her writhing under my hand. I wanted her tortured.
“Can you fix her?” I asked, not even caring about the answer.
“I can try,” the shrink answered. “But in doing so I could put her mind at risk. She’s in a very fragile state right now, any kind of force could do more damage than good.”
I gave a slow nod then strode forward, stopping in front of her and bent down. One heave and I lifted her from the sofa and into my arms.
“What the Hell are you doing?” The doctor snapped.
“Handing it the only way I know how.” I growled and lifted my gaze to London. “Privately.”
Vivienne stepped sideways, trying to cut me off until London reached out. “Let them go. He knows where we are if he needs us.”
But his woman spun around, anger burning in her stare. “And what about what she wants?”
He knew.
And none of it mattered.
My sister was Hell bent on our family’s destruction and we were going to get answers as to why.
“Jude, Gabe.” I called as I strode for the doorway with our sister in my arms.
I got the answers I needed to start. The only thing I didn’t know was…where it was going to lead us.
“Owned.” Angelica whispered in my arms.
“Yes.” I murmured and strode out of the front door of London St. James mansion. “You most certainly are and I think it’s about time you understood the full ramifications of that.”
Chapter Seventeen
JUDE
I tookone last look around the room, then followed my brother out as he carried our sister to his car.
“You’re in the back.” Silas muttered when I reached him. “With her.”
I knew without asking why. Gabe was barely two steps behind, lengthening his stride.
“What the Hell is happening here?” He barked as Silas opened the rear door, placing her inside as I climbed in on the opposite side.
“Get in the car, Gabriel.” Silas muttered. “We’ll discuss this at home.”
I could feel the anger emanating from our little brother as I climbed in and closed the door behind me. He stood out there for a second, then yanked open the passenger’s side and slumped in.
“Angelica?” I called and reached across, securing her seatbelt across her chest.
She never answered, just stared with that same glazed expression as Silas slipped behind the wheel and started the engine. We were backing out of the driveway in an instant, pulling away from London’s home and headed for our own.
“I don’t understand any of this.” Gabe snarled and cast our brother an icy stare.
Silas said nothing, holding the same stoic, empty stare our father carried. He was so much like him…too much and look at where that led him? Murdered in cold blood in his own home.
My pulse sped and the thunder in my head grew louder as we turned into our own street. I’d never felt this kind of dangerous loyalty to my family before, but now…now it was all I felt. I glanced at our sister with her eyes closed and her head rolling backwards as we drove along the driveway and parked at the rear entrance.
