Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,180

were going to stop. And I couldn’t take it this time. I couldn’t fucking take it. “I lied!” I practically screamed and Blake laughed in my ear, the sound vibrating through my entire body.

“Good girl.” Saint started pumping the screwdriver faster, his tongue rolling over my clit in endless waves and Blake turned my head to claim a hungry kiss from my mouth. I came with my whole body, tensing up and I cried out, a shudder rolling down the length of my spine. Pleasure tingled through my flesh everywhere they’d touched me and made me see fucking stars.

Saint eased the screwdriver out of me, tossing it on the floor as he got to his feet and unzipped his fly. He reached forward, unbinding my wrists behind Blake’s neck and my arms flopped to my sides, my strength failing me.

Saint leaned down to kiss me firmly and I fisted my hand in his shirt to pull him closer as I tasted myself on his lips.

But just as I began to imagine what way the two of them were going to destroy me, Saint was suddenly ripped away from me and flung to the floor with an enormous crash. The huge shadow of Niall O’Brien took his place, a crowbar wielded above his head as he swung it around to cave Saint’s skull in.

“Stop!” I screamed in fear, jumping up but Niall knocked me aside easily, swinging for Saint with a furious blow and a yell of fury.

Saint rolled aside, kicking Niall’s shin hard enough to make him stumble back.

Blake grabbed me, pushing me behind him as the t-shirt I wore dropped down to cover my body once more.

“Yer think you can come into my family’s home and fuck my nephew’s bride then live to tell the tale, do ya?” Niall roared as he swung the bar at Saint again and Blake leapt onto his back, locking his neck in a chokehold as he pulled him away.

“Call Kyan!” Saint barked, throwing his phone at me as he leapt to his feet.

I caught it with shaking hands as Saint grabbed a plank of wood from a stack by the workbench.

Niall threw himself backwards onto the floor, crushing Blake beneath him and forcing him to let go of his neck before rolling over, tossing the crowbar aside and grabbing Blake’s throat instead, squeezing hard.

“When I’m done wringing yer scrawny neck, I’ll cut your balls off and make a necklace of them for Kyan to wear,” he snarled, his eyes flashing with fury as I finally saw exactly what Kyan had warned me about in his uncle. He was a madman, unhinged, psychotic, unstoppable and fucking terrifying and I had no doubt that he had every intention of killing both Blake and Saint and maybe even me as well.

“Stop!” I screamed, dialling Kyan’s number before kicking Niall in the side to try and get him off of Blake.

Saint yelled out, smashing the plank of wood down on Niall’s head and it split in two, making Niall roar in anger, but he didn’t let go. Blake punched his sides furiously and I clawed at Niall’s back while Saint snatched up the crowbar Niall had dropped.

Saint lifted it, readying to hit him in the back of the skull and fear rushed through me. Before he swung it, Kyan appeared, football tackling Saint to the ground and the iron bar went clanging across the floor.

“Kyan!” I screamed as Blake started turning blue, his punches growing weaker as Niall’s muscles locked and a cold, dead killer stared out of his eyes.

Kyan pushed me away from Niall as I clawed at him and punched his uncle in the side of the head, making him jolt out of the psychotic rage he’d fallen into.

“Let him go!” Kyan barked, punching him again and Niall released Blake’s throat, leaving bright red finger marks on his flesh.

“Get away from him!” I screamed, shoving and pushing Niall as Kyan tugged him away.

I dropped down over Blake, trembling with fear as I checked him over and he blinked up at me with a cough as he sucked in air.

“They’re fucking your wife, lad,” Niall hissed at Kyan. “We can kill ‘em together if you prefer? I’ll tie ‘em down and we can take turns to cut off limbs. We can even start with their coc-”

“Tell him,” I demanded of Kyan and Niall looked to his nephew in confusion.

Kyan’s jaw ticked furiously as Saint moved to kneel on Blake’s other side, checking the bruises on his