Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,79

get when you feel someone’s eyes on you in a crowd. A stain on your skin that you can’t scrub away, no matter how hard you try.

I bolt upright in bed, heart pounding a wild rhythm, and turn towards where Helio slept the night before. Panic bombards me when I see his section of the bed empty, the blankets cold.

“Helio? Sin?” I twist, turning in the direction where my other lover climbed in earlier, when Helio and I had been in an intense love-making session. He hadn’t joined in; instead, my crazy lover merely propped his head up on his hand as he watched us, stroking his cock in slow, sure strokes.

My panic amplifies with the realization that he, too, is gone.

The air mattresses that surround my bed—none of the guys wanted to be far away from me after the shitstorm of last night—are bereft as well, and a pain percolates in my stomach, churning like molten lava.

Throwing the covers off, I slide my silk robe on and patter on silent feet into the hall.

Every light is on, and I can’t stop the full-body shivers that rake across my body. Goosebumps skitter down my arms as I wrap them around my midsection, attempting to hold myself together.

Did Rebecca do something when I was asleep?

“Dessy? Avery? Tate?” Each step forward feels as if I’m walking to the execution block. In the distance, I can see the glinting blade of the guillotine just waiting to drop. Fear creeps into my veins at the thought that something has happened to my men. Something horrible. Why else would they not respond?

Trepidation prickles the back of my neck as I continue walking agonizing step after agonizing step. My bare feet on the bamboo floorboards sound like gunfire.

And then, I see them.

My legs almost go out from underneath me as panic closes my airways. I can’t think, can’t speak, can’t even scream as pain races up my throat. Before I can stop myself, I collapse onto my knees, a sob wrenching its way past my lips.

“No!” I scream as the tears run faster and faster down my cheeks, burning me. Branding me. “No! No! No!”

Five familiar dead bodies litter the living room floor, their glazed eyes staring vacantly into space. Dried blood surrounds the bullet hole between each of their eyebrows.

Helio.

Desmond.

Avery.

Sin.

Tate.

All dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

I scream out in utter anguish as the final pieces of my soul crumble into dust. It would’ve been less painful for someone to reach into my chest, wrench out my heart, and smash it in their fist. Anything besides this.

Anything.

“No!” I can feel my power raging in my stomach where it always resides. But instead of calm, smooth waters, it’s steadily growing into a tsunami. A hurricane. A fierce storm capable of destroying entire cities and killing thousands. There’s no escape from the rage exploding out of me.

The entire world will pay the price of their death in blood.

I’m panting when I jerk upright in bed, heart beating a million miles a minute. Panic pulses through me as I stare around the room, tears pricking my eyes.

Helio grumbles in his sleep, attempting to reach for me again and pull me against his bare chest. Sin is still crashed on the opposite side of me, his knees pulled up to just under his chin as he sleeps. He looks like a fucking angel, all delicate features and gorgeous blond hair that belie the wicked, dangerous man just underneath.

At the foot of my bed, Avery is sprawled out on his own mattress, chest rising and falling steadily as a light snort permeates the air. On the air mattress beside him rests Desmond, his blankets bunched around his feet as he tosses and turns.

“…give him…my money, you filthy…jackass,” he murmurs, before rolling onto his side and abruptly descending into slumber yet again.

And finally, Tate. He rests in between my bed and my dresser on the second air mattress. Even in sleep, he exudes a haughty and arrogant demeanor. His features don’t soften like the others do. Instead, his mouth is pressed into a grim line as wrinkles mar the skin around both of his eyes and the edges of his lips. He sleeps on his back with his hands clasped primly on his stomach.

My heartbeat steadily slows to a semi-normal rhythm with the reassurance that all of my men are here. That they’re safe. That they’re with me.

Because if I ever lost them?

I shudder at the mere prospect. It would be worse than losing a limb; that,

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