Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen #2)(47)
Ky smiled a sardonic and humorless smile. Jules observed him with wary eyes as Ky hissed, “Because y’all are f*ckin’ dirty, haggard sluts! Lilah’s f*ckin’ pure and wouldn’t f*ck a man just for the sake of f*cking a Hangmen, getting cash for coke and ice and whatever else you can vacuum up your nose or rub on your skanky gums! Nah, bitch. I weren’t ever gonna make a whore like you my old lady. You’re good for a f*ck ‘cause there ain’t no limits, but you ain’t good for anything else, you dumb, stupid bitch.”
Jules paled and Tiff, who was now crying, pulled Jules back to her chest. But Ky could not stop. He was livid.
“Y’all were cheap f*cks, nothing more. I tolerated you for * on tap, but you touching Lilah just f*ckin’ broke me. I want to hurt you. I want y’all to f*ckin’ feel the pain Li did when you pinned her to the bed, hitting her perfect face and tearing off her f*ckin’ clothes, YOUR DIRTY FINGERS RUBBING AT HER MOTHERFUCKIN’ CUNT!”
“Brother, calm down,” AK said, struggling to keep hold of Ky, the ring from Ky’s loud sneer still playing in my ear. “And f*ckin’ talk to us. What the f*ck’s just gone down?”
But Ky would not listen to AK. The situation was spiraling out of control, and I did not want more violence. I did not want violence being carried out, anymore, in my name.
It was my curse. Driving men mad with lust, the devil playing his game with his pawns for his own sick amusement. And Ky was becoming another victim, sacrificing all he knew and the people around him to defend me.
So attempting to be brave, I decided to step into the bar to stop the madness, my foot pressing a creaking floorboard. At the sound of the aged wood beneath my feet, a sea of eyes turned to meet mine. The brothers all tensed as they caught sight of me.
I had not seen my injured face but could guess its distressed state. I could feel its state. The brothers had also never seen me without my headdress, my blond hair out on display, my temptress looks in full effect. And I was wrapped in linen.
I was every inch the harlot.
AK shook Ky, murmuring something in his ear. Eventually, Ky ripped his attention from the two trembling women, almost buried in the wall, and focused on me.
“Lilah! What the f*ck, baby,” he said in exasperation, pulling his arms away from AK and Smiler. They now had no choice but to let him go. Ky came barreling toward me, scooping me straight up in his arms, no time for me to protest.
His lips brushed against my forehead and his strong hold made me feel safe.
Ky’s hold was almost painful as he gripped my legs. Somebody coughed from behind, and when I looked to the side, Letti was walking through with Bull, Tank, and Beauty not far behind. They must have been at the back of the room.
“Let me take care of them, VP,” she said in her strange accent. Bull’s tattooed face shone proud as he hovered behind his wife, his mammoth arms crossed tightly over his chest. “You’ll never have to see them again. They won’t dare come back. And thank f*ck for that, ‘cause I was getting real sick of their rancid pussies always out for the men. I ain’t had any fun in a while, so messing with their faces’ll make my damn day. They f*cked up touching Lilah. They’ll never f*ckin’ get near her again.”
Ky paused for a moment but eventually conceded. “Make it real f*ckin’ slow, Lett. Make the cunts suffer.” Turning on his heel, Ky marched us out of the door and back to his room. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he kept me in his arms and said, “We’re getting you cleaned up. Then I’m getting you the hell outta here.”
“Where are we to go?” I whispered in shocked relief, still reeling from all the violence. There had been so much. I could not take it. I did want to flee from this place. All I could see was Tiff and Jules pinning me down.
Tempting… always tempting people…
“Away for a few days. Club don’t have business until next week. AK, Tank, and Bull can hold down the fort until we’re back. I can’t have you here when I’m feeling like this. I’m gonna kill someone else if I do. And I don’t want you looking at me like I’m gonna hurt you ever again.”
“No more violence,” I begged. “If I can ask that of you.”
Ky sighed in exasperation. “Li, it’s the life I’m in and the man I am. But yeah, if we get away, I won’t be shedding any more blood… tonight. But that’s how it is in this life, baby. You gotta get with that shit.”
All I felt was relief. And I did not want to be here at this compound right now either. It was all becoming too much. My curse was not diminishing. If anything, it was gaining strength.
“Okay,” I agreed.
Ky stood and gently lowered me to my feet. “I need to get shit arranged. Get a shower. I’ll get your clothes. We’ll be gone in thirty.”
“Okay,” I said, but when Ky turned away, I asked, “Ky?” He stopped and looked at me. “Can… can I request that you spare Tiff and Jules? I do not think it right that they are harmed. Let the Lord judge their sins.”
Ky put his hand on the doorknob and, without glancing back, said, “Not a f*ckin’ chance in hell. Those sluts abused you ‘cause they’re jealous bitches. The two of them can rot in Tartarus for all I care. I’m their judge, jury, and executioner right now. They f*cked with the wrong brother. They’re gonna die, and they’re gonna die real slow.”