Page 62 of Savage Hate
And it felt really fucking good.
“I’ll walk you home,” Damon says, grabbing his phone and keys. “You guys clean and lock up.”
I glance over at the couch. It’s like someone poured a glass of water over the leather. I feel my cheeks heat just as Damon grabs my hand.
“Hey.” He grabs my attention, following my gaze. Bending down, he whispers in my ear. “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, his voice low and husky.
I swallow. “That–it’s never happened before.”
Damon smiles and pulls me into his large body. “Well, then it’s an honor to witness your first time.”
I smile and say goodbye to Silas and Jude. I’msotired all of a sudden, and I know I’ll sleep well tonight. Damon opens the door, and we turn right, walking up the stairs to my apartment.
In an instant, I know something’s wrong. I hesitate on the landing as my door hangs off the hinges.
“Wait,” Damon says, pulling me back. “Go back downstairs and get the guys. I’ll check it out.”
“No, I’ll–”
“Lennon,” he growls, his eyes fiery and heated.Angry.“Go. Now.”
I turn around and jog down the stairs. When I get into Savage, Silas and Jude are still cleaning.
“I think someone broke into my apartment,” I breathe out, my voice frazzled. I’m so tired that I’m beginning to see stars.
They both drop what they’re doing, and we head upstairs. Damon is looking through the wreckage when we get inside, and I cover my mouth as I look around. All of the cupboards in the kitchen are open, and all of the drawers are pulled out. My bed is a mess, and all the clothes in my closet are strewn about. Everything is overturned. Whoever did this managed to look in every crevice of the small apartment. Everything appears to still be here, though. At least the things that matter to me, like Betsy.
Goosebumps work up my arms to the back of my neck when I realize this happened while we were all downstairs.
“Who the hell would do this?” I ask, wrapping my arms around myself. When I look up at Silas, his lips are thin and he’s looking between Jude and Damon. “Liam,” I whisper, remembering his threat.
I’m sorry that you’re going to get mixed up in all of this, Lennon.
I look at Silas, narrowing my eyes. “Why would Liam James break into my apartment?”
Silas sighs, running a hand through his dark, golden hair. “I don’t know. But they—” He trails off, sighing. “They hate us, and I think they’re trying to scare you.”
I let out a frustrated laugh. “Scare me? Scaring me would be sending me a weird letter in the mail, not committing a crime by breaking and entering.”
“The Church of the Rapture hate us, Lennon,” Jude states, coming around to where I’m standing. “Their network is huge, much bigger than we give them credit for. They have connections. We may act like the bad guys, but I can assure you, we’d never murder anyone–”
“They murdered someone?” The guys all share a look. I’m getting really fucking sick of them hiding shit from me. “Someone better tell me what the fuck is going on,” I command, my voice a little louder.
Damon rubs his lips as he looks between Silas and I. “Nothing’s been proven.” He looks at Silas. “Should you tell her, or should I?”
“Tell mewhat?” I growl, leaning against the small island.
Silas looks me in the eyes, his face anguished. “My parents didn’t go crazy, Lennon,” he says, looking between Damon, Jude, and me. “They murdered someone.”
My mouth falls open. “But you said they were in a psychiatric hospital–”
“They are,” he adds, pushing off the wall he was leaning against and walking over to me. “Because Liam got them a plea deal.”
“The whole church is fucking crazy,” Damon mutters from behind Silas. “The judge on the trial was a member of the church.”
Silas nods. “And my parents got off on insanity.”
I shake my head. “So they’re not locked up, talking to themselves, chained to a bed?”
