Page 44 of Broken Prince
“The voices started screaming at me that there was something wrong, I’d been on edge all day. I went to check on him because I knew he was going to get his stuff from the house, and I found him with a knife in his shoulder pinning him to the floor. The bitch had a knife to his junk, screaming about how she’s going to castrate him because she was given a child who is a disease on the world.” My eyes nearly bug out of my head, and I gulp trying to get some moisture into my mouth.
“What did you do?” I ask, my stomach rolling as I watch him pacing.
“I killed her,” he booms. “The voices started screaming as I stared at the horror show in front of me. Brantley was terrified and she was screaming at him. They were begging for blood, and I reacted.”
I stare at him, and the look on his face is a mix of emotions. I think he feels bad for killing his best friend’s mom, but in that situation, the reaction was inevitable. My mind races to process everything that I know about Brantley and the things I saw in his file, there was no indication of anything that tragic in his life and my heart breaks for him. How can he be as happy and boisterous as he is? Most people that go through stuff like that turn out damaged. Fuck, my life is a shit show, and I’m damaged from the shit that I’ve been through, but my father hasn’t actually tried to off me yet.
“I bet you think differently now, don’t you?” he says with a dejected expression. “I’ll get Deacon to release the shutters and then you’ll be free to leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I spit, eyes narrowing on him.
“How can you stand there and not look at me like I’m the bad guy?” he asks exasperated.
“If you hadn’t killed the bitch, I would have asked you for her address and I would have fed the monster to Mr. Tickles,” I snarl savagely. If my mind has cooked up the right idea of how quick he reacted, her death was too quick for what she deserved. His brows shoot to his hairline, and he stares at me slack-jawed as I chuckle at his expression.
“Who the fuck is Mr. Tickles?” he asks bemused. I smirk as I slide off the countertop.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I say with a chuckle. The dejected look is no longer there, and his eyes sweep over me filled with heat.
“Nothing like a little mystery?” he says with a dark chuckle. “I bet it’s a fluffy koala or something?” His brows wiggle as he smirks at me.
“You’ll see. I found him when he was a baby and I talked my parents into letting me keep him, he has always been the thing I connected with. Like we had some sort of connection because he understands me,” I say with a shrug. A tapping sound catches my attention and I narrow my eyes as I see his fingers flying across the screen.
I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing when there’s a god-awful grinding noise, the sound making me wince as I look around. My eyes widen as I see the shutters starting to lift, the sunlight streaming through the windows, well, the ones that are left anyway.
“What the…?” I ask, my brow quirked as our eyes connect.
“As I said, you’re free to go. Run for the hills,” he says, dismissing me with a wave of his hand. He turns his back to me and starts walking away. I chew on my bottom lip as I watch his retreating form. What the actual fuck?
“Oi!” I bellow, as I stride down the hallway following him. “Don’t fucking ignore me, Kylo.”
His stride becomes longer as he charges forward, and my teeth grind together because I have to pick up my pace to keep up with him. He doesn’t acknowledge me and it’s pissing me off. My walk turns into a run as I catch up to him, stopping in front of him and pushing him back against the wall, eyes narrowed as I glare at him.
“Don’t turn your back on me like a servant who can be easily dismissed,” I snarl, keeping him against the wall. His brows scrunch together in a frown, his eyes are dark as he stares at me. “I thought you weren’t your brother?”
“I’m not,” he snaps, his teeth grinding together as his eyes become darker. They remind me of what the sea looks like when a storms building. “Let me go, Shadow.”
“Not a fucking chance,” I growl, pushing his chest again. I step back, folding my arms across my chest. “You say you’re not him, but you’re sure as hell acting like him now.”
“I’m not my fucking brother,” he snarls, lunging forward, and my back slams into the wall. I hiss as pain shoots up my back, lifting my eyes to meet his. “Why won’t you get that through your fucking head?”
“I know you’re not your brother,” I spit back. “It’s about time you start showing people the difference between the pair of you.”
“What?” His grip relaxes a touch, making it easier for me to breathe.
“Do you think I would be standing here if you were the one to buy me from the asshole?” I growl. “No, your deluded brother did.”
“He—”
“Exactly he did, and I’m still here.” I smirk up at him. “You told me you killed your best friend’s mom. I’m still here,” I snarl. “You said to give you the weekend for you to prove why we work. You’ve got the weekend.”
“You’re not leaving?” he whispers, his head tilting to the side and pursing his lips. I shake my head and he eyes me for what feels like forever. He shakes his head, a smirk tipping the edge of his lips.
“Duh! I’ve not run for the hills yet, have I?” I sass, I have to fight the huge grin trying to spread across my face, and my heart twinges painfully at the surprise. He really thought as soon as the shutters were up, I would be gone.
I don’t have time to process anything as his lips devour mine in a brutal dance, and I groan into his mouth as he pulls me closer. I lose myself to the sensation as his hand runs up my back under my shirt and I shudder.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I really wish I had time to fuck you the way you want.”