Keep Me (Rebel Hearts Heists #2) - M. Sinclair Page 0,81
we don’t have long, the wedding is starting soon; but I plan on inflicting as much damage as we can get away with beforehand. I shrug off my suit jacket as Kaden locks the door, Pierce is trying to shout something from behind the tape. How fun is it being the one who’s tied up, now asshole? Rolling my sleeves, I don’t even flinch as Blaine lets out the frustration that I know he’s been holding in for fucking ever.
Pierce’s head snaps back as Blaine’s fist breaks his nose easily, my brother still shaking with anger despite stepping away. Kaden puts on music just in case he starts screaming as I walk up to the bastard, my lips pulling up into a sneer.
He snarls something as I tilt my head in amusement, fury rolling under my skin. “What was that?” I don’t really care, just for the record.
I briefly hear him say something about having a ‘fair fight’, the sound muffled by the tape. Yeah, because you were fucking fair in all of this. I feel a growl build. “You are going to talk about fucking fair? No. You don’t get to fucking talk about that.”
“Now, you will know what it’s like to be helpless while someone beats the fuck out of you,” Kaden says harshly, his voice a far cry from how controlled it normally is.
Pierce says something and chuckles. I rip the tape away and he spits blood before chuckling again. “That bitch wasn’t helpless, she fucking loved that shit—”
My fist collides with his face, absolute rage making me see red as I grip his collar and my fist hits into his stupid fucking face again … and again. I think that at some point he stops trying to yell but I can’t fucking stop. I’ve never felt such unbridled, fucking fury at someone. Not only did he hurt Sloane but then he thought he had the goddamn right to talk about her? No. Fuck this guy. I can feel blood splattering on my face and at some point the chair broke, his body is now slammed against the wall, something snapping and making him cry.
“Royce.” A low voice sounds from behind me, making me pause for only a moment. I look at the man in front of me, half dead, his face blue and purple, covered in red. Have I fucking done that? Well, of course I have and I should feel guilty … but in reality I feel nothing but satisfaction as I drop his body and step away. Blaine looks at me in slight surprise as I walk toward the bathroom, needing to wipe his fucking blood off my face.
My lip quirks up as I hear a solid snap, making the scumbag groan out, and I have a feeling that Kaden just broke his wrist. I don’t bother checking though, I know that’s what I’d do. I search my face in the mirror. My skin is covered in blood and I look like a goddamn psychopath, my pupils still dilated with fury, my chest still heaving. I splash some water on my face as a very harsh reality hits me. I nearly killed him. Not just fucking hurt, but actually killed. Would I have felt guilty then?
No.
I can’t say that I would if we’re being honest … I mean, that’s my princess he hurt. Sloane is fucking mine and he’s not only raised his hand at her but the bastard emotionally abused her until she questioned everything about herself. No. I don’t feel guilty and I sure as fuck would do it again, ten times over. My brother, Sloane … hell, Kaden and River too have become my family and there’s absolutely nothing I wouldn’t do to protect that.
A memory of a conversation I had with my father flashes through my mind, from the short time he was with Blaine’s mother. We had been at the mall, around Christmas time, and it had been insanely busy. Alicia had accidentally bumped into someone, complaining to my father and making him frustrated, which was very clear by his body language. The person she’d bumped into, though, turned and started yelling at her, my father tried to calm her down but then the bitch’s husband got involved.
Now it’s no shock that our parents' marriage didn’t work out, they never were perfect. But at that moment it didn’t matter. The minute the fuck face called Alicia a ‘dumb bitch’ my father had lost it. Absolutely fucking lost it. Like