Page 29 of Blood
He’s going to kill me. I can see it in his eyes. They’re dark and desperate, and that scares me more than anything that’s happened since the minute I stepped into Bobby Martinez’s apartment.
He strokes his cock, staring at my breasts. “You have no idea what it’s like. Imagine wanting your little sister for years, feeling like you’re fucked up beyond belief for feeling like that. Getting kicked out of your home at eighteen because your parents found the porn you used to take the edge off that obsession. Going through life with no other woman comparing to the fantasy of that little girl back at home.
“And then getting a call when you’re thirty. Thirty fucking years old. From someone who claims to be your fucking mother. And she has proof. Proof that the people who raised you have been lying to you for thirty. Fucking. Years!” His voice raises to a scream. I’ve never seen him like this.
“Asher. I—”
He keeps going, the words flying out of his mouth with venom. “They fucking lied to me. To both of us. You’re their child. I was some abandoned orphan they picked up and just decided to keep the truth from, even when it ruined my life. They never told you either, did they?”
I shake my head slowly. Our parents adopted him? I never knew. They must have kept it from us from a reason, but they loved us. Didn’t they? I’ve never had a reason to question them. But then again, I’ve never had a reason to question who Asher is, either.
“All those years I felt dirty, ashamed for wanting to fuck my baby sister. And it turns out, you’re not related to me at all. And now that the assholes who kept everything from me, lied to me, and kicked me out of my home are gone, you’re going to be mine. I’m going to fuck every hole you have. I’m going to destroy you, their perfect child. And then you can join them in hell.”
My eyes widen in horror. Our parents’ car crash. “Asher, what did you do?” I whisper.
He merely smirks.
Cold settles over me with realization. It was him. The brake lines. The car accident. He was the one behind it. I’ve been digging for information on Asher, but I’ve never stopped trying to solve our parents’ murder. Even the private investigator who uncovered so much information wasn’t able to find the answer. A side effect of the Kings controlling the narrative, I suppose. Did Asher know I would figure it out eventually and expose everything? Or did he want me dead because I was their biological child?
For years, I’ve believed that he was one of the few good ones. One of the few men in my life that I could trust to protect me. It looks like I was wrong. The big brother I wanted so badly to count on is the one that’s betrayed me beyond anything that anyone else has done. Darkness settles around me.
“I fucked that up, too. You were supposed to be in the car with them. I fuck everything up.” An expression flits across his face. Pain, maybe. Regret. But it’s gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a determined, almost gleeful look. “It doesn’t matter. You’re going to die now. After I have the fun that I’ve waited years for. I wanted that hot little cunt from the time I was old enough to look at the porn that your mother used to go snooping in my room to find. None of the girls in the magazines ever measured up to what I really wanted.”
He leans over me, cock in hand. I close my eyes, gritting my teeth, trying to pretend I’m anywhere else. I can’t believe this is how I’m going to die. Being raped by the boy I’ve looked up to for years, idolizing him, while he was looking at kiddie porn and wishing it was me.
He slaps my face, and my eyes fly open. “Watch me, bitch. Watch me while I take what should have been mine for years.”
If I have to see him, he can see the hatred in my eyes. “Fuck you, Asher. I’ll never be yours.”
He hit my face again, this time backhanding me so hard that my head snaps to the side. The sound of his hand hitting my face echoes through the apartment like a gunshot. Then he whips his head around to look behind him, and I realize it was something else.
“Get the fuck away from her.”
I pull in a deep breath. I’d know that growl anywhere. Relief floods me. How did Wolf find me? I hold the breath in. Maybe if I make no noise, Asher will forget I’m underneath him.
“Who the fuck are you?” Asher sneers. He makes no move to get off me. His knees push into my hips, his weight settling on my thighs.
I pull at my hands again. The ropes don’t give at all. The only thing I can try to move are my hips, but I’ll just push my groin into his cock, and that’s not going to help. I try to push myself further into the mattress; I want to get away from his touch.
“Get. The fuck. Away from her.” Wolf takes a menacing step closer.
Asher reaches for the gun on the side table, the one he pulled out of his pants when he took them down. He’s still reaching when I hear the sound again, but this time, it’s real. The gunshot reverberates through the loft. It’s louder than the last noise. The first sound must have been the door slamming open.
This is different. It’s deafening. The shot knocks Asher to the side. He falls on top of me, screaming. There’s blood pouring from a wound in his shoulder.
Wolf strides to the bed and lifts Asher away from me, dragging him by his hair. Asher’s agonized cries do nothing to stop Wolf. He tosses my brother to the ground. Then he puts one foot on Asher’s chest while he undoes the ropes that bind me.
“I told you to get the fuck away from her, asshole. Next time, you should listen.”
Asher is whining on the ground, clutching his shoulder.
I wipe my face as soon as Wolf unties me. I don’t care that I’m practically naked. I stand up from the bed. Asher’s gun is still on the bedside table, the one he couldn’t reach in time. I pick it up and train it on Asher.
“Fuck you, Asher. This is for our parents. For me.” I point the gun at his dick, which has shriveled since Wolf arrived.
“Safety, baby,” Wolf prompts.
I check the safety, making sure it’s off, then aim again. And fire. Straight into his balls.
