Cue a mental eye-roll. “I know all this, Grimm. I get you.”
“You get me, huh?” he asked, wiping his dick off and then removing his old pants completely to pull on a fresh pair with clean briefs. “Then you wouldn’t have tried to skin me alive, you little hellion.” He knelt, swapping socks and then re-lacing his boots. “I wasn’t going to pull out; I was trying to switch positions. I know he was giving you a pill. Now, get dressed, because I do need to have a conversation with you about a few things, Noah included.”
“Then what?” I asked, pulling the fresh black tank top over my head.
“I think you know what,” he answered.
And I did, which is why when he asked me earlier, I’d told him everything, why I made sure I had the guts big enough to end someone’s life. I wanted every single one of those men dead, especially Noah. I wanted him down on his knees, weeping for mercy.
He’d survived far too long.
But was I savage enough to do somethin like that over and over again? Realizing I’d gone off on a mini mental tangent and Grimm was now sliding my new shorts up my legs himself, I began tryna explain.
“I’ve never felt like this before. I’m not real sure how to deal with it…hate, anger, the pain. It’s never-ending. I feel stuck in reverse, but I swear I’m trying to keep movin forward.”
“You’re the only thing groundin me right now. I’m not ashamed to admit that.” I pulled my stretchy shorts the rest of the way up and did the top button.
Grimm began tying my left boot as soon as I had it on, clearly in a hurry to get on with this whole shebang.
“I won’t tell you to get the fuck over it, but I am going to get you through it. I’m yours, Brat. You don’t need to worry, you don’t have to hide. Trust me to take care of you. I’ll be whatever you need, as long you don’t let those fuckers be the reason you lose your soul.”
He stood and took hold of my face, his gaze searching for somethin he must’ve found, cause he smiled so beautifully I think my heart stopped all over again. “You and I are going to have so much fun together.” He pressed a possessive kiss on my slightly parted lips, resting his forehead on mine. “Hold onto your hatred, hold onto the pain and the rage. I’m going to show you how fucking beautiful it all is."
I didn’t have any idea on how to take that promise. Cause that’s what it was—a dark promise, maybe even a sworn oath.
But I was more than ready to find out.
Part Two
She who walks the floors of hell finds the key to the gates of her own Heaven buried there like a seed.
–SEGOVIA AMIL–
Chapter Thirteen
I shined the light down on his broken body.
His upper half was bent back so far the exposed portion of his skull nearly touched his ass.
Cobra’s impressed whistle echoed down the old shaft. He knew I’d rather go right in for a kill than drag anything out. The man lying scalped and broken on the top of the old elevator said otherwise.
“Damn, Grimmy. What the fuck did he say? This isn’t yo style.”
“You have a style?” Brat asked, still curiously peering over the ledge.
“Beth told him my name,” I said.
“My sister?” Brat whirled around, glancing between us.
Having a third sense that her clumsy ass would misstep right down the shaft, I pulled her away from it.
Cobra stepped back as well, crossing his arms with furrowed brows. “Arlen’s sister,” he pointed at Brat, “told one of Vance’s men your name? Why? How the fuck is she still running those loose pussy lips of hers?” He glanced at Brat again. “I do mean that offensively, by the way. Your sister is a—”
“Cum-hoarder, I know. But what are ya’ll talkin about? How would she know these snake dudes, much less talk to em? Romero had her locked away.”
I stepped back and leaned against the wall, pulling her into my side.
“In light of recent events, I have a pretty good hunch Beth hasn’t been locked up for some time. The acolyte watching over her is the only one allowed in and out of the freezer where she’s supposed to be being kept.