27. Rueben

Rueben

A pair of pants and some empty beer bottles stand between me and my bed and I kick them out of my way before I collapse on top of the quilt. I am trying to contain the rage, the anger, and the hate I feel for the Diseased Cunt, but they are growing bigger with each passing day. Her presence in this house reminds me of everything I have lost because of her. And now Ansel is telling me that she will make a great bonded? What the fuck was he thinking when he said that, especially when he knows how much I suffered because of her.

It isn’t only Ansel. Jasper and even Mose are on board as well. Fucking her in my damn kitchen. At least Tyson hasn’t lost his marbles. He is the only one I can count on.

Her moans are loud enough to reach my room since it is the closest to the kitchen and I punch the fucking pillow before putting it over my head, covering my ears, not wanting to hear her anymore.

I stay like that until the moans and grunts die out and the door to my room opens. I turn around just as Tyson enters.

“Ah, it’s you,” I say.

Tyson narrows his eyes. “And who did you expect? The bitch?”

I frown. “No.”

“You want her to suck you or something?”

I stand. “Hold your titties, you know that—” A loud scream cuts me sort. “What the fuck was that?”

“Olivia. She sounds like she’s in a lot of pain,” Tyson says before rushing out of the room.

I follow him down the hall to Jasper’s room.

A butt-naked Ansel is hovering over the Diseased Cunt, who has her eyes closed.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Tyson snarls, his fists opening and closing. I grab his arm before he does something stupid.

“I didn’t harm her if that’s what you’re asking. I’m not you,” Ansel snarls back before focusing on the Diseased Cunt. “Olly,” he cups her left cheek and she whimpers, “what’s wrong?”

Moments ago, she was moaning like crazy, and now she is in pain. Yeah, right. She is just pretending to get more attention from these foolish blood-brothers of mine. I drag a palm down my face. I need to find a way to get her away from the farm. To hell with the entire plan of using her to take down her father. There has to be another way.

“What happened?” Mose’s voice comes from behind me.

I step to the side, letting him and Jasper pass. “Some bullshit drama the Diseased Cunt is trying to stir up.”

Ansel glares at me before replying to Mose, “We were just finishing fucking when all of a sudden she screamed.”

I take out a cigarette and light it up before grabbing the ashtray from Jasper’s desk and leaning against the wall.

Tyson runs his hand through his hair. “How rough were you that you made her scream like that?”

“Maybe it wasn’t because of me but because of how badly you tortured her,” Ansel says between gritted teeth.

I take a drag from my cigarette before clapping my hands, making everyone look at me. “Perfect. Just fucking perfect. She’s been here for what, a few weeks? And she’s not only disrupting our lives but making us fight amongst ourselves.” My hand goes to my holster. “It will be quick.”

“You are not going to kill her,” Tyson snarls.

I clench my jaw before taking more puffs from my cigarette. “Great. I didn’t expect this from you.”

Jasper takes out his phone. “Should I call Maddox?”

Mose approaches the bed. “Let me see her first. Can someone grab my bag from my room?”

Ansel goes to the door. “I’ll go.”

I watch silently as Mose checks her vital signs or whatever the fuck he is doing since medicine is not something I am good at. Tyson paces nervously around the room, occasionally stopping to look at the creepy-as-hell paintings Jasper has on the walls.

A few minutes later Ansel returns to the room. At least he put on some clothes. He gives the bag to Mose, shoves his hands in his pockets and waits.

“I don’t like how she looks,” Mose says when he is done checking on the Diseased Cunt. “With everything going on around here, I haven’t noticed she’s been losing weight.” He looks at me. “Is she starving herself?”

I shrug. “How the fuck should I know? I’m not her damn babysitter.”

“You were in the same house as her while you were recuperating. The rest of us where trying to find Jason and his friends,” Mose points out. Rummaging through his bag, he adds, “She has a fever and her pupils are very dilated.”

She isn’t pretending? I take a better look at her. The weak light from outside is enough to let me see she is pale. And thinner than when we found her in the woods. I finish my cigarette and put it out in the ashtray.

“What does that mean?” Jasper asks.

Mose sighs. “I don’t know. It can be several things or nothing.” After a quick glance at his watch, he says, “Maddox finishes his shift at the hospital in a few hours. I’ll text him and let him know what happened.” After closing his bag, he asks, “What’s Olivia’s favorite food?”

Ansel and Jasper sit on the bed on either side of the Diseased Cunt. Ansel brushes a few stands of her hair from her face before kissing her temple and Jasper takes her right hand into his. Good God. Are they falling in love with her?

I keep smoking while I try to rack my brain. “Orange chicken,” I finally reply.

Tyson gives me a confused look before saying, “Camila loved orange chicken. Macaroni and cheese is the bitch’s comfort food. I’ll make it for her. I know how she likes it.”

“I’m the chef around here. Besides, I already promised her—” Mose stops protesting when the Diseased Cunt whimpers again. “On second thought, it would be best if I stay here and keep an eye on her.”

Tyson leaves the room and I follow him to the kitchen. The breakfast we started cooking earlier is still on the island and I go there to finish it while Tyson takes out what he needs to make the macaroni and cheese.

“You are letting her affect you,” I say while I take care of the grilled cheese sandwiches.

“I am not,” Tyson grumbles.

“I know you. Do what you need to do. Fuck her. Get her out of your system.” Tyson looks at me. Before he can say something, I add, “Look at how you reacted today. She is clearly getting to you.”

“It’s just work-related stress.”

“Sure, whatever,” I say.

“You think I regret torturing her? Because I don’t. She deserved it for everything she fucking did, but I don’t know, man, I mean… it’s Olivia.”

This is the second time he said her name today, but I don’t point it out.

“And?”

Tyson exhales loudly. “You had feelings for her.” My eyebrows shoot up. “You think I didn’t know?”

The Diseased Cunt always had this look of innocence and she dressed modestly, like a freaking nun and I got hard for her a few times. So what? It doesn’t mean shit. “I saw how you and Ansel looked at her each time she came to visit Camila,” I remind him. I rub my forehead. “This is so messed up.”

“The fact that you wanted to get into her pants or that she was Camila’s hot friend.”

“She was not hot, she was practically a nun,” I huff. “Until she wasn’t. And why the fuck are we even having this discussion?”

“Making macaroni and cheese reminds me of… those times. I was the one in charge of snacks while you and Ansel played Call of Duty with the bitch and Camila,” Tyson replies.

I finish the grilled cheese sandwiches and put them on a plate. “You know what I remember? That video of the Diseased Cunt sucking off some guys. Or how she killed my sister. Or how my parents ended their lives.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Tyson asks. “But what do you want me to do?”

“Get her out of your fucking system!” I sneer at him.

“You better apply that advice for yourself.”

I narrow my eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

“You are still obsessed with her.”

I laugh. “I fucking hate her with all I have and you think I am obsessed with her?”

“Yeah? Then why haven’t you killed her already?”

I look at him like he is stupid. “Because you all convinced me to keep her around until we take out her father.”

Tyson shakes his head. “Stop lying to yourself. That’s not it and you know it.”

I cross my arms across my chest. “Then enlighten me.”

Tyson narrows his eyes. “I know about the panties.” I keep my facial expression neutral. “And you spiking her drink.” My arms drop to my sides. My mouth turns dry. “And about you kissing her without her consent because she was drugged.”

How the fuck does he know I kissed her?

“I didn’t spike her drink. She was drunk. And I was tipsy and then she sat in my lap and it fucking happened.”

“Right. She tripped, fell in your arms, and abracadabra, it happened just like that. You took advantage of her being drunk,” Tyson points out. I don’t try to deny it because that’s what I did. It’s her fault for tempting me with her nun dresses. “I should have beat the shit out of you when I found her panties in your drawer. What did you do with them? Jerk yourself off?”

Why was he going through my shit?

I try to come up with some excuse, but in the end, I say, “Yeah. But what does it matter? She ended up being a lying, cheating whore anyway.”

“I don’t need a reminder. I still have the video.”

So do I.

Diva enters the kitchen just as I finish breakfast. Tyson puts the macaroni and cheese in the oven.

“I will go and see if the bitch is better,” Tyson says.

“Our guest must be awake, so I’ll go see him.”

I grab my coat and open the backdoor. Diva follows me.

The wind is blowing harder and for a moment, I think of Alma. I could have let her stay, but even thinking of her angers me. No Lord will put up with her bullshit. She needs a man who will spank that attitude out of her. At least the Diseased Cunt doesn’t speak more than she needs to.

My phone rings and I fish it out of my pocket and look at the screen. Reyes . Wasn’t he on his honeymoon or some shit like that? I swipe to the right and answer the call.

“You’re back?” I ask.

Some strange sounds come from the other line before Reyes replies. “And cut short all the fun I have with my sweet wife? Nah, I was just wondering if you and your blood-brothers found Carlos already? I am a bit thirsty for blood.”

And people think I am the crazy one. That’s because they haven’t met Reyes.

More strange sounds come from the other line. “Some shit came up but I am working on it.”

“Good. If that motherfucker thinks he will get away with what he did to my wife, he is wrong.”

I look at the house. Carlos has a history of abusing and killing women. Reyes’ woman was lucky she didn’t end up like the Diseased Cunt. Shouts come from the other line, and I ask, “Are you in trouble?”

Reyes laughs. “Not me, but my wife is. Alekos, Stefan, she’s over there,” he tells his blood-brothers. Giggles and more shouts come from Reyes’ side of the call before he says, “On your fucking knees and open wide.”

A woman’s voice follows, “Fuck you, Reyes.”

In a serious tone, Reyes says, “Run Nena, but when I catch you, I’ll fuck your little ass.”

“What the fuck is going on?” I hear myself asking.

“My pregnant wife thinks she can outsmart me, so I need to teach her a lesson,” Reyes replies. “Sorry about that.”

I take out the last cigarette from the pack and light it. “You’re good.” Looking at the shed, I say, “About Carlos, I might have a plan.”

“Good. Well, my blood-brothers found our wife. Gotta go.”

I take a puff from the cigarette. “Knock her up.”

“She’s already pregnant.”

I think he already mentioned it. Well, I have more important things to worry about than keeping track of whether Reyes’ wife is pregnant or not.

“Oh, yeah,” I say before ending the call. Diva is heading to the barn, and I whistle. “Come here, precious.” Diva quickly comes to me and I pat her head. “Let’s see how comfortable our guest is.”

The lamps inside the terrariums are turned on, and Jason watches the snakes. The shed is warm, as Tyson won’t let his pets freeze to death, but I don’t want Jason to think he is on vacation here. Maybe I should take him to the guest house and leave him in what’s left of the kitchen.

Not taking his eyes off the snakes, Jason says, “You and your blood-brothers made a mistake by taking me as a hostage.”

I take a few drags from the cigarette. The anger I felt before multiplies. “Yeah? And what’s going to happen? Is Daddy going to come running to save you?”

Jason finally looks at me. “Trust me, you don’t want my father here.”

I snort. “You don’t scare me, Deymar. Neither does your father. But I’m not here to talk about him. It’s about your sister.”

“What about her?”

“What did she steal?” I want to know.

Jason grins. “You don’t know shit about what’s really happening, Carr.” Looks like the little shit knows my family name. “What she stole is between her and the rest of our family.”

I shrug, not really caring about that. “Let me ask you another question then. Where’s Carlos?”

“Like I would tell you that.”

I jerk my chin to where Roy’s body is. “If you don’t want to end up like your buddy, you better start talking.”

Jason thinks for a moment. “How about we make a deal? You give me back my sister and I will try to find out what you want from my father. He and Carlos are friends.”

“You think I’m stupid? The Diseased Cunt isn’t going anywhere. Neither are you. Maybe when I am done with her, I’ll let you have what’s left of her.”

Jason narrows his eyes. “No permanent damage to her.”

“No permanent damage? After you let your friends rape her? After you left her in Carlos’ hands for years?”

“Maybe she shouldn’t have been so curious in the first place!”

“Curious about what?” I try to press him more for answers, but Jason grins.

“Tick, tock,” he says.

My back stiffens before I rush out of the shed and run to the house.

Jasper and Mose are in the kitchen. “There’s a bomb somewhere in here. We need to get out!”