Page 59 of Madness & Mayhem

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Page 59 of Madness & Mayhem

His command grips me. A flush of warmth spreads across my body and floods my limbs. A scream breaks from my throat, and it barrels through the room as Reign grips me, slams my hips against his, his own moan roaring from between his lips.

His thrusts slow, until we’re slowly rocking against each other, our breaths panting from our chests. The grip of his fingers loosen, and I drop my hands to his shoulders as he slowly lowers me to the ground.

My knees shake, and I balance against him as I gain my footing.

Reign brushes the hair from my face, combing the strands with his fingers. “We don’t have much time here, Lakyn. I need you to be ready. When it’s time to go, we’ll have to go, and we can’t wait.”

I nod, a lick of fear rolling through me.

“So be ready, Lakyn, because when the time comes, Hellcrest Heights will be nothing but a memory.”

Chapter TEN

REIGN

My eyes pop open to the sound of gasping, wheezing. I shoot up, looking over to see a dark figure standing over Lakyn. A pillow is in his hands, and he’s pressing it directly over Lakyn’s face. She thrashes from side to side, attempting to get him off of her, but it’s useless with the hold he has over her face.

Fuck no.

I leap up from the couch, lunging onto the ground where she must have fallen. The man sees me a second too late, his body freezing as I crash my body against his. The pillow flies off Lakyn’s face, and she inhales, gasping as she sits up, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You okay?” I growl, turning back to the man. He shakes his head from side to side, gaining his bearings as he turns toward me. He has a ski mask on his face, and I bring my fist back, crashing it straight into his cheek. He falls onto his back, and I climb on top of him, grabbing the top of his mask and tearing it from his head.

My eyes narrow when I see one of my dad’s longtime workers watching me in a mixture of fear and anger. A large red mark paints his cheek, and I bring my fist back, powering it forward as I smash my knuckles into his other one. He lets out a groan, bringing his knees up as he attempts to kick me, shove me, fight me off in any way possible.

“Motherfucker. I’ll fucking kill you,” I growl.

“Reign,” Lakyn cries.

I look over my shoulder, seeing her sitting there, fear in her eyes as she clutches her chest in terror.

Anger roars through my body, and I turn back to the man, my bones vibrating with rage. “You’re fucking dead,” I snap, and my entire body explodes. I pummel him with my fists, hitting his face over and over again. The only sounds which can be heard are the sounds of my knuckles hitting his bones. My fingers drip with red, and I grab onto each side of his head, swinging up and slamming the back of his skull against the wood floor.

Again and again I pound his head into the ground until he’s nothing but mush. Until he’s no longer fighting, but limp beneath me, and a pool of blood surrounds us.

“Reign, he’s dead,” Lakyn chokes from behind me.

I take a breath, my tense fingers releasing his head. Whatever is left of it drops with a plop, a mushy slap against the ground. Blood is in every direction I look, and I lean back, my hands planting into the puddle of blood on the floor as I move off him.

“Holy shit,” Lakyn whispers, crawling over to me. I turn to her, seeing her wide eyes, her flushed cheeks. The way she breathes heavily as her eyes flit from the man and back to me.

I turn to the door, seeing it wide open, the night air gusting into the small cabin. The fire I created before bed is nearly extinguished, only a few embers still glowing beneath the logs.

“Who is he?” Lakyn mumbles.

I stand up, stepping over the dead body and walking toward the door. I shut it, and lock it, noticing how the lock has been manipulated.

How the fuck did I sleep through that?

I grab a couple logs near the front door and set them in the fire. Bloody handprints are left across the surface of the wood.

“He worked for my father,” I clip, anger rolling through me.

I told my father to not mess with her. I warned him, and he sent someone after her anyway. He went against my word, but I suppose I knew my father never listens to anyone but himself.

Either way, he came after her when I told him not to. I need to keep Lakyn safe, even if it means taking out my own blood.

“Wait… what?” she breathes.




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