Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen #2)(10)
“That’s one, *. That’s all you’re f*ckin’ getting. Hit me again and see what happens,” I slurred, wiping the blood off my face with the back of my hand.
Styx’s lip hooked into a cocky grin and he huffed out a disbelieving laugh. He took a step forward and I braced for an ass kicking. Instead, he picked up a wooden chair and launched it across the room, growling as he did so. I ignored the crash and closed my eyes, trying to stop the spinning. Giving up on finding my balance, I stepped back to sit on the edge of the table.
Hearing Styx’s heavy boots pound toward me on the hardwood floor, I slowly opened my eyes, squinting as the bright florescent light from the ceiling fixture made my burgeoning bourbon headache worsen. Styx met me face to face, boot to boot. I could see he was trying to say something, but when Styx got worked up like this, his stutter steals his f*ckin’ voice, hence his nickname: the Hangmen Mute. The big bastard could only talk to me, and now his bitch Mae, but right at this second, he couldn’t verbalize shit. It made me feel guilty as all hell.
Exhaling a slow breath and working on not blowing chunks on the floor, I held up my hand in surrender. “Calm the f*ck down. Focus on your speech. I get it. I f*cked up and you’re pissed at me… again. But right now I’m seeing two of you, so cut me a f*ckin’ break!”
Styx’s lips hardened into a line, he rubbed across his forehead, and he began pacing the room, coughing and rubbing at his throat. I knew he was working up to talk, so I stood and slipped into a chair, working on blinking my eyes back into focus.
Nope. Wasn’t working for shit!
I had a feeling this weren’t gonna be over quickly.
Closing my eyes, I worked on thinking of sweet f*ck all, but I couldn’t get the taste of that blonde pilgrim * from my head. That prudish pilgrim * that I wanted to mount me and ride my cock like it was Seabiscuit. Fuck me, she was hot, those blue eyes, that blond hair to her ass, and those fat tits that I’d had pressed all up against my chest. Hard, naturally stacked tits that I wanted to decorate with streams of my cum and wrap my dick in the middle of them until I lost my f*ckin’ sex-obsessed mind. Christ! Even thinking about it was making me as hard as a ten-inch steel pole.
“K-K… Ky!!!”
Sucking in a sharp breath, I opened my eyes to find Styx in front of me, glaring at me like he was gonna slit my throat. As he ran his hands through his dark hair, I realized I’d been rubbing my stiff dick through my jeans while thinking of blondie.
Shit, I was so f*ckin’ drunk.
Styx turned around and leaned against the wall. I held up my hands. “Styx, I—”
“I-I-I t-told y-you to stay the f-f-f*ck away f-from h-her. F-f-f*ckin’ or-ordered it a-as y-your p-prez!” Styx interrupted, stuttering badly through each pissed-off word.
I blew out a breath and exhaled. “I know! What can I say? I’m f*cked off my face on Jack, and I suddenly find her in the bar, looking up at me with those huge f*ckin’ eyes and cock-sucking lips that I can’t get out of my head… Fuck, Styx, she’s my perfect woman! I couldn’t help myself. I mean shit! Those tits! That ass… I’m f*ckin’ cunt-struck!”
“Cunt-struck!” Styx roared. “D-do y-you only ever th-think with your d-dick!”
Styx gripped the bridge of his nose, only to drop his hand and look at me again. Taking a deep breath, he said, “M-Maddie and Li-Lilah n-never leave th-that ap-apartment. M-Mae is g-g-going f*ckin’ crazy o-over it. Fl-Flame is being ev-even more psy-psy-psycho than n-n-normal not m-moving from their d-d-door. Last th-thing I-I-I n-need is y-you causing sh-shit too.”
I nodded my head and leaned forward. Styx hit his fist against the wall. “I-I-I ain’t l-l-losing M-Mae n-now. I-I l-lost her o-once. I ain’t l-losing her a-again. W-we need th-those bitches upstairs t-to c-calm the f-f*ck d-down, st-stop freakin’ out at th-their own sh-shadows and get u-used t-to th-this life away from th-those f-f-f*cked-up Jesus f-freaks!”
Feeling guilty at my brother hurting at the thought of losing his old lady, I went to speak, when the door flew open and Mae marched inside.
Speak of the devil…
Styx shot off the wall as soon as she entered, but she held up her hand in his direction, looking all pissed in her black jeans, Hangmen tank, and “Property of Styx” leather vest, and came my way. Hell, she had tears in her eyes.
Great. Nothing worse than a crying bitch on a mission to hand me my ass.
Stopping only a couple feet from my chair, she planted her hands on her hips and f*ckin’ exploded. “How dare you treat my sister that way!” she hissed, and I caught Styx groan in exasperation behind her, his hands covering in face in distress.
“She stays in that room all day, every day, has done for weeks, and no matter what I say about the world outside of The Order, both she and Maddie will not even step foot out of the door apart from to pray, believing evil exists and will possess them as soon as they do. Lilah believes nothing I tell her, never letting go of her faith, and Maddie, Lord, Maddie barely speaks, just sits and stares out that window every waking hour God sends. She’s completely shutdown and Lilah is slowly breaking down! She is falling apart further every day she is separated from the commune!” Mae whipped around to face Styx. “And you need to speak to Flame again. He is still outside the apartment, cutting himself, when he is not away on runs for you. Lilah is petrified of him hissing and slicing himself up. Just another thing that is inhibiting their progress in this godforsaken mess.”