Marcus’ gaze travels over my body, and despite the bandage around his hand, the knowledge that I just had to go through all of this because of his need to get his dick wet isn’t lost on me. Before I let them have it, Marcus nods to the doctor and he steps out of the room.
Marcus disappears with him and I’m left with the two broody ones.
I jump down from the table and stare up at them, letting them see the anger in my eyes and not bothering to wipe the stray tears off my cheeks. “You’re all fucking assholes,” I spit.
Levi steps toward me. “This is on Marcus, not us,” he tells me, his eyes darkening. “You want to take it out on someone, take it out on him, but let it be known that I do not approve of you spreading your legs for my brother.”
I scoff. “Really? I could hardly tell.”
He continues as though I didn’t say a damn word. “You’re a play toy. Nothing but a quick fuck to pass the time for him. Don’t get yourself attached, and if you think that getting pregnant on purpose is going to save you, think again. Nothing will save you.”
My chin raises, and for just a moment, I see a flicker of something real in his dead eyes. “You mean like the last girl you psychos had stashed down here?”
His jaw clenches and Roman’s eyes blaze with fire as he pushes past his brother to get in my face. “What do you know of it?”
I push him out of my face and flick my gaze between the two. “I know that one of you bastards knocked the poor girl up and Daddy Dearest had her killed. So what the hell are you waiting for? Just kill me now. GET IT OVER AND DONE WITH.”
Neither of them flinch at my sharp tone and it only has the anger soaring through my veins like poison. “DO IT,” I demand. “NONE OF THIS SHIT IS WORTH IT. JUST DO IT. KILL ME ALREADY.”
Levi grabs my wrist and pulls me into him. “Don’t tempt me, little one,” he tells me. “You’re not ready for death. You have too much fight left in you.”
Without warning, Levi releases me, and just like that, both he and Roman stride out of the room, leaving me behind with nothing but my torturous thoughts. Nobody bothers to take me back to my cell downstairs and I sure as hell don’t make a move to go back down there. So instead, I just sit and hope that I don’t turn out like that girl.
I get lost inside my thoughts when a loud BANG echoes right through the whole fucking mansion. My heart skips a beat and immediately kicks into gear. My sharp gaze flicks around the room, desperately searching for some kind of threat, but when nothing comes, I find myself standing and sneaking out of the room.
I follow the soft murmuring of voices coming from the ballroom, and as I turn the corner, I find Roman hovering over the doctor’s lifeless body, a perfectly round bullet hole right between his wide-open eyes.
Roman slowly turns his sharp gaze to meet mine. As I slowly start to back up, knowing this is completely on me. My heart races a million miles an hour and fear rockets through my body.
This is his official warning for simply knowing about the girl who used to be me—I’m next.
13
My feet slam against the steps as I fly up the grand staircase. Tears stream down my face while the image of the doctor lying in a pool of his own blood plays on repeat in my head, his haunted eyes staring right at me.
I’ve never seen a dead body, and fuck, it’s not something that anyone should ever have to get used to. Fear was still pulsing through his wide-open eyes. Though, I know that’s not possible because of the hole directly in the center of his forehead.
The brothers just stood there and watched as though murdering doctors is just a casual afternoon activity. Feed the gigantic wolves? Check. Prepare something for dinner? Check. Organize a doctor’s appointment for the kidnappee? Check. Murder said doctor in cold blood? Double-check.
Fuck me. It was one thing being their little sex slave kept down in the dungeon, but murder? I knew they were more than capable, but I never considered that it was going to be something I would be so openly witness to. There was no remorse, no regret or guilt, just callous, cold-blooded murder. Roman’s eyes, though. I’ve never seen him look so at ease, so peaceful or comfortable. It’s sickening.
This world is so much worse than I could have imagined. I knew they were serial killers, heartless and cruel, but what I just witnessed … fuck. No words could describe the dread and horror that’s sinking into my chest, the heaviness of what just went down, or the overwhelming fear that threatens to cripple me.