Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen #2)(56)

Ky kissed her cheek and we got into the truck, pulling on to the dirt track and leaving the solace of the ranch behind.

It was not long before we reached the compound, to the place where Tiff and Jules had attacked me, to the place where my quarters felt like a prison, and to a place filled with sinners who reminded me every day of the Cursed woman I was.





Chapter Thirteen


Ky





“How’s your woman doing?”

Hush and Cowboy took a seat beside me on the bench, and I passed them each a beer from my six-pack.

I shrugged and stared out at the rest of the brothers drinking and f*cking around with sluts. That used to be me. But my mind, and my dick, seemed only to have time for one bitch nowadays.

“She’s bruised, scared shitless. Won’t leave her room again… We’re right back to square one. Yeah, she’s f*ckin’ terrified.”

Hush sighed and Cowboy slapped me on my back. “She’s one good bitch, Ky. I gotta lotta time for that woman.”

I fixed my attention on Cowboy and snarled, my upper lip curling as jealous possession made me lose control. Cowboy smirked and removed his hand from my back. “Don’t sweat it, brother. I ain’t gonna be a threat to your girl.”

I frowned at the brother, just making him squirm.

“Ky?” Hush said, but I held up my hand in dismissal. I didn’t want to hear any defense of his friend.

“Calm down, Hush, I ain’t gonna hurt your boyfriend,” I said, taking another sip of my beer.

Hush clenched his fist and he laid a solid punch on my arm. I smirked, and he shook his head. “Fuck you, *,” he spat. “I just thought you’d want to know that your bitch just stepped through the back door like she’d just walked through the doors to hell.”

Head rapidly turning in the direction of the exit, my heart exploded out of my chest when I saw Lilah standing very nervously at the back door. Her long blond hair was down, hiding her bruised cheek and split lip as she swayed on her feet.

Hell. She’d taken off her headdress in public. Did that mean something big? Was it some kind of pilgrim breakthrough? I didn’t f*cking know.

Jumping off the bench, I pushed through the brothers to get to my girl, throwing anyone in my way to the ground. Hearing the commotion of my plowing through behind him, Viking turned, and I smacked right into his chest. Gritting my teeth at his barricade, I moved right, then left, and all the time he shadowed my steps.

“We f*ckin’ dancing?” he asked, frowning.

“Move!” I shouted, craning my head over his shoulder to keep watch on my bitch.

Vike’s blown-up ‘roided chest pressed against mine, forcing me to look up at his smirking ugly face. He laid a f*ckin’ sloppy kiss on my lips, pulled back, and said, “Fuck that, pretty boy. You got me here to prom, I bought a frilly dress, and I f*ckin’ wanna dance before I put out for your tight ass in the back of your truck!”

Vike wrapped his huge arms around me, lifted me off the ground, and spun me around. Laughter and jeers broke out around us, but my piss was boiling at the cuntbag. Aiming just right, I drew my head back and butted him right in the nose, feeling good when I heard bone cracking.

“Ky, what the f*ck?” Viking shouted as he dropped me to the asphalt. I ignored his grumbling as he bent over clutching his nose, and I closed in on Lilah, catching Vike shout, “You ain’t gettin’ my virgin * now!”

Breathe. One, two, three, four…

Lilah’s eyes were darting everywhere, her hands reaching behind her for the doorknob. She was gonna run again.

No one had really noticed she was out here, too busy laughing their asses off at Vike bleeding all over the yard.

When only a few feet away, Lilah’s scared gaze met mine, and the relief in her expression near floored me.

Standing close, I brushed her long hair from her face and cupped her cheek. “Baby, you good? You come out here to see me?”

She nodded and bowed her head. I lifted it back up with my hand still on her chin. “Don’t. Don’t f*ckin’ hide from me. Show me those sweet beautiful blues.”

Tears filled her eyes and her bottom lip quivered. “I… I am so embarrassed. My face… I should never have left the room… I—”

Bending down to stop her rambling, I pressed my lips to her good cheek, hearing a quick inhale of breath. Next, I moved to her forehead, tasting her sweet vanilla skin. Dragging my lips down her face, feeling her trembling beneath my touch, I ran my tongue along the unharmed side of her lips, lingering there for a moment too long to breathe her in. I fought back a groan as my cock filled with blood. Lilah let out a quiet whimper as I found myself pushing her back against the door. Her hands gripped my waist.

“Lilah,” I murmured against her mouth, pressing a long, lazy kiss to her full lips, before nipping down her chin until I got to her neck, nuzzling at the soft skin.

Someone smashed a bottle behind me. Lilah jumped at the sound, causing me to pull back. Her eyelashes fluttered as she met my stare, and I pressed my forehead to hers.

“You’re f*ckin’ beautiful, sweet cheeks. Ain’t one bit of bruisin’ gonna ruin that. I’m f*ckin’ gone for you, and ask any f*cker here, that’s a goddamn miracle. You got some kind of * magic in you. I’m under your f*ckin’ spell.”