Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(63)

Then her eyes fell on the girl beside me and her mouth dropped open. Our clothes were still damp. Scarlett had muddy streaks all over her legs and arms.

“Who is… oh my god.”

“Hi, Mum, listen, I know this is a shock, but could you perhaps let us in? Scarlett’s freezing and I need to put her to bed.”

Mum stood back to allow the two of us into the house. I didn’t lean down to kiss her cheek as I usually would. She shut the door behind us and locked it.

“I’m going to put her in the shower and myself too. I’ll talk to you after I’ve put her to bed, okay?”

She gave me a nod, but I could see her wanting to ask me a million and one questions. Right now, my priority was my girl. I tugged her away to the bathroom on the ground floor, glad my mum had tiled floors. Easier to clean the mud off them we were traipsing in. Scarlett came willingly and let me undress her after we got into the bathroom. We walked into the shower together when we were both bare. Scarlett’s eyes were drooping. My girl was absolutely exhausted.

We washed thoroughly before I turned off the shower and bundled her up in a towel. Then I carried her from the bathroom after slinging one around my hips and took her upstairs into the bedroom Mum kept for me here when I visited. Setting her down on the bed, I dug out one of the t-shirts I’d left here and pulled it over her head.

“Pres…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Get into bed and try to get some sleep. I’ll be up soon, okay, sweetness?”

I tucked her up underneath the sheets and pressed a kiss to her forehead. I’d done my best to dry her braided hair, but it was still damp. She didn’t seem to mind as she closed her eyes and drifted off.

I pulled on some jogging bottoms and a t-shirt before making my way downstairs. I gathered up all of our wet, muddy and blood-soaked clothes, taking them into the utility room next to the kitchen and stuffing them in the washing machine before turning it on. Then I grabbed our trainers and put them in the sink, washing away the mud and grime with the water. I set those on the side when I was done.

Taking a breath, I made my way into the kitchen. The dogs barked at me and I petted them so they’d settle down. Mum was sat at the kitchen table with a mug between her fingers. I took a seat and dragged my fingers through my hair.

“What’s going on, Prescott?”

“It’s better that you don’t know details.”

“My son turns up at the door covered in mud with a girl who disappeared ten years ago in tow and you expect me to not ask questions?”

I sighed and looked away. The three dogs curled up around Mum’s feet when they realised I wasn’t going to give them more attention.

“I expect you to trust me when I tell you if I involve you in this, you won’t like what I have to say.”

Mum had no clue what me and the others had engaged in for the past ten years. We’d all made sure our parents were none the wiser about our activities. It was better for them that way. And yet today, I’d brought Scarlett here for her safety.

“Are you in trouble?”

“Yes, and no. The only thing you need to know is Scarlett is back.” I paused, hating keeping things from her but knowing I had to, for all our sakes. “We need to stay a couple of days… if that’s okay.”

Mum reached out across the table and took my hands.

“You can always stay, you know that. And Scarlett is welcome too.”

“Thank you. Is it okay if we talk tomorrow? I don’t want to be away from her.”

Mum scrutinised me for a long moment.

“Are you and Scarlett…?”

“Together? Yes.”

“I always thought it was her and West.”

I shook my head and smiled.

“It’s a long story. One I’ll tell you tomorrow.”

“Okay. You get off to bed. My questions can wait.”

I got up and gave her a kiss on the cheek before making my way upstairs. Scarlett was dead to the world as I slid into bed next to her. I wrapped my arms around my girl and held her against my chest before I fell into oblivion myself. Things had got far more fucked up than we needed them to be. There were no two fucking ways about it. We needed to go after Stuart and bring him the fuck down. He wasn’t going to stop until we were dead. We had to get to him first before he destroyed us all for good.





Twenty Eight


Scarlett





I awoke to the sound of birdsong. Prying my tired eyes open, I didn’t recognise the room I was in. I twisted in the bed, finding it empty. My hand stretched out to find lingering warmth there. I hadn’t been alone for long.

When I looked around the room after savouring that warmth for a long moment, I found a little black cat sleeping on the end of the bed next to a larger ginger one. It made me smile. Prescott told me Rosie had six cats.

I sat up abruptly, making both cats give me evils. Last night came flooding back to me in waves. We were at Rosie’s house because Stuart was tracking us and had sent men to find me. Prescott had viciously stabbed one of them to death right after we’d gone to watch a sex show, then he’d chased me down and fucked me. It has been the rawest and most wild sex I’d ever had with him, cementing our bond with each other so deep, I could never tear him out of me. I didn’t want to. Not even after I’d watched him kill and threaten another man to protect me.