filter toward me, and I shove a finger into each ear. Nothing stops the knowledge of what's happening in the living room.
Even though I can't see them. I know.
It gets louder. It’s like a song that gets turned up in volume until it’s too loud and my ears hurt. The deep bass of my daddy's voice, the tinkle of my mommy's, and the gritted tone of the girl they’re ‘cleansing’ is the soundtrack of my nightmares.
A scream so loud, so shrill, resounds around me, and I’m sure my bedroom window is about to shatter. When it falls silent, I hear a thud then my daddy's voice. I can’t make out the words, but I’m scared. I’m more afraid than I’ve ever been.
I attempt to kick open the door of the closet, but it’s shut tight. I don’t know what just happened, but it wasn’t good at all. Voices come through the doorway, close to my bedroom, and I hear a man’s voice. It’s not Daddy’s voice. It’s a stranger.
“She will be mine,” the deep rumble sounds like a monster from the movies Mommy lets me watch. “I promise you, the moment she’s old enough, I’ll come for her.”
“Twenty-one, please,” Mommy says, and I’m more confused than before. “Give us that.” There isn’t a response to her plea, and I wonder if the stranger has agreed with a nod.
I’m not sure how much time passes before the door opens and Daddy pulls me from the darkness. He lays me on the bed, pressing a kiss to my forehead before leaving me in my bedroom.
My muscles ache, my body hurts, but I don’t want to unfurl from the ball I’ve curled myself into. Fear rattles through me like the blood rushing through my every vein. I know something bad is about to happen.
I just don’t know what.
Kahn
Give us this day our daily bread
Pulling into the drive of the mansion where the organization is hidden in the basement, I smile when I notice Fletch outside smoking. We’re not allowed inside with that shit, per the boss man.
I kill the engine of my Kawasaki and swing my leg over the bike. Tugging my helmet off, I tip my head in greeting to him.
“Hey, asshole.” I grin, setting my helmet on the seat before making my way toward him. I pull out my own smoke and light up.
“Where you been?”
“At the cabin,” I tell him, pulling in a lungful of smoke.
He chuckles, “Did you have some pussy up there?”
“Nah, been a good boy this time,” I can’t help laughing. He’s one of those assholes you can’t help but love because he’s straight up. No other men I’ve come across are as honest as Fletch.
His blue eyes and blonde hair make him a pretty boy, and I’ve teased him time and time again about it. He looks like he belongs in a fucking boy band, not working for a man like God.
“You? Good?” He laughs out loud, his head falling back as the sound falls from his mouth. “I think you’re all strung up on that little nun you told me about. The one you want to bend over?”
“Fuck you, man,” I punch him in the shoulder. “That woman is far too good for me. I reckon she’d probably jump your bones before she'd come anywhere near me after I’d run out on her.”
“She likes bigger cock then?” he jests, earning him another swift punch to the gut, causing him to double over choking and laughing. “Man, you’re in a good mood.”
“I know.” Shrugging, I kill the smoke with my boot before following Fletch into the foyer of the house. It’s big, fucking huge, with paintings that cost more than anything I own. The gold and marble make the place look gaudy, but that’s what the boss man likes. Over the fucking top bullshit.
He doesn’t call himself God for nothing.
“He here?”
Fletch nods. “Yeah, in the office. He has Sawyer and Amir in there at the moment.” We head into the kitchen to find Chloe smiling at Ayla as if they’ve just found a fucking diamond plot.
“Hey, handsome,” Chloe smirks, strolling toward me like she’s about to get a taste. Not today, darling. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”
“Yeah, been busy, babe,” I press a kiss to her cheek to keep her calm before heading to the coffee machine and grabbing a mug. Once it’s filled, I turn to regard the team. “What jobs are you both on?” I question the girls.
Chloe is the queen bitch—beautiful, blonde,