12. Tyson

Tyson

A nsel is not the only one who can feel that something is wrong with Mose. More than wrong. The link that connects me to Mose becomes shrouded in a black fog, letting me know he is in danger of losing himself to the dark whisper of Hell.

I stand fast, and immediately I get dizzy. I push past it, as Mose is more important than any discomfort I might face.

“We need to go now!” My voice comes out as a desperate cry. After everything I’ve seen today, there’s no fucking way I’ll let anyone I love die. Olivia is wrong. She didn’t kill Camila. Rueben, Ansel, and I did, by not being there when they needed us. My hate led to destroying a woman who did the impossible to keep me safe. As Jasper said, Olivia should have left me to rot in that facility if it meant she didn’t have to go through years of abuse.

“The rest of the videos—”

Ansel doesn’t get to finish his thought as I cut him short. “I get you promised Olivia to show us everything she went through, but we’ve already lost too much time. We’ll see them when we return with Mose and Olivia.”

He doesn’t protest, letting me know he understands why we have to go now.

Rueben jumps to his feet and rushes to grab the car keys. Diva and Ansel follow him. Despite my shitty eyesight, I’m the first to reach the door and open it.

“What about me?” Jasper yells after us.

“Someone has to be home in case Olivia returns before we find her,” Ansel says as he climbs down the porch stairs.

I doubt that will happen; I have the feeling that when we find Mose, we’ll also find Olivia, but Jasper needs a solid reason to stay home, apart from his shattered knee. Besides, whenever someone is in danger, Olivia is there. It’s like she has this ability to sense when someone needs her. Maybe the same force will bring her back to me, because I need her more than ever. I need to let her know how sorry I am and how much I still love her. That, despite everything and everyone and the hate that I was forced to feel for her, those beautiful feelings that blossomed while we spent time in the orchard are stronger than ever. That I was going to beg her to take me back even before the videos. I’m sure she won’t believe me, but I’ll gladly spend all my life proving to her that I mean each and every word.

“Don’t you fucking dare leave me behind!” Jasper sounds just as panicked as I feel. I don’t blame him. He knows too well the pain of a shattered link between blood-brothers, but I won’t let Mose die.

We reach Ansel’s car, parked in front of the house. “There’s no way we can take you with us. You will lose your damn leg!” Rueben shouts as he unlocks the driver’s door.

“Better a leg than another blood-brother,” Jasper shouts back. When he finally realizes he is going to stay home and wait for news from us, he says, “Keep Rueben far away from Olivia. I don’t trust he won’t harm her again.”

Jasper isn’t the only one not trusting Rueben around Olivia. Especially after the last video Ansel showed us.

When Mose and Olivia are home, Rueben and I will have a small chat about what the fuck he did to her. I don’t fucking care that he was drugged. He beat her for hours.

A thought hits me.

Hypocrite. You tortured her, too.

I get in the back seat with Diva while Ansel jumps next to Rueben, who is already starting the engine. Before he drives away, Rin comes rushing out of the house with guns. In our haste, we forgot to grab any from the closet. That wouldn’t have been a problem, as we have more stashed in our cars.

Rin opens the back door and hands me the guns. “Do you have a plan?”

We hadn’t thought of one as we were busy watching how we ruined Olivia’s life. There’s no need to say out loud what Rueben and Ansel are probably thinking as well.

Ansel shifts in his seat before saying, “Soon after we brought Olivia here, Mose planted a mole in the midst of the Dukes.” Mose is a chef and he might like patching up people, but when it comes to his role as a Lord, he always knows the right person to send as a spy. It’s like he has a sixth sense or something like that. “He wanted to find out where Carlos was hiding, but instead, he learned where Jason lives. Before he was ready to divulge his findings, he sent the mole to watch Jason’s apartment to get an idea of who comes and goes and to look for weak spots inside the residential complex. Jason might not be there but it’s worth checking the place out. Maybe it will lead to us finding out where they are keeping Mose.”

Mose hasn’t told us anything about this, but that’s not that unusual, as he likes to be one hundred percent sure he is right about the info he is going to present to us and the rest of the Lords. He probably wanted to wait for the right moment to reveal what he found out about Jason, but by doing so, it cost us greatly.

“It wasn’t long ago that Mose told me about knowing where Jason lives. He also thought that he was close to finding where Carlos is hiding,” Ansel ends the conversation.

Rin seems to think before saying, “As much as I want to come with you and avenge Levi and the others’ deaths, Jasper needs me here.” His demeanor changes. “Besides, if I come with you, I’ll kill those motherfuckers so fast, you won’t get to find out what you need.” I throw Rin a glance but his face is a blur. It must be one of his good days if he is not craving blood. “Make them suffer,” Rin adds. “I’ll open the main gate for you.”

“Take care of the farm and Jasper for us,” Rueben says.

Minutes later, we are on our way to Jason’s apartment. Adrenaline surges through my veins. If there is justice in this world, Jason and his friends will be there right now. The torture Roy endured is nothing compared to what I’ll do to Jason for what they did to Olivia. When I’m done with them, they will tell me everything I need to know.

Rueben seems lost in thought while he drives fast, so when he asks Ansel, “Do you think Olivia hates us?” he takes me by surprise because now he’s worried!? After everything we did and said to her?

“If you ask that, it means you don’t know her at all,” Ansel replies.

Rueben turns his head around, a crease between his brows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ansel is right. Rueben knows nothing about Olivia. He might love her or think he does, but he never took the time to get to know her.

“It means that you still think only about yourself and not what she wants,” I say.

Rueben grips the wheel hard and doesn’t say another word until we reach the complex where Jason lives. It’s in the Dukes’ part of town and we have to be careful so we don’t draw unwanted attention. Lords who venture here usually end up dead or disappear without a trace.

I rest my eyes until we park across from the complex, put on sunglasses and caps, and make our way to Jason’s apartment. Ansel leads us through a back entrance, so we don’t alert those living in the complex of our presence.

Since it is around lunchtime, the complex is mostly quiet and we don’t run into any problems.

When we get to Jason’s apartment, I knock on the door. Music can be heard from inside, but it’s not loud. Breaking in is not an option unless we want to alert the Dukes that one of them is in danger.

“Who’s there?” a man’s voice asks. Not Jason’s but one of his friends.

“Pizza,” I reply in a tone different from my usual. My reply gains me strange looks from Ansel and Rueben. I shrug and say in a low tone, “What? People order pizza all the time.”

The door opens. “About damn time—”

The tip of my hunting knife lands at the base of Sean’s neck. The motherfucker who killed Levi. Excellent. I shove him back into the apartment before he realizes what’s happening. His eyes go wide when he realizes who just ambushed him. Before he can go and scream like a bitch, I knock him cold with the knife’s handle.

Diva and my blood-brothers follow me inside and I lock the door behind us.

“I can’t believe he fell for it,” Ansel sounds surprised.

I jerk my head in the direction of the table. A bowl pipe used for smoking meth is on top of it.

“He is high as a kite,” I say as I search Sean’s pockets. Ansel and Rueben go look around the apartment while Diva stands in front of the door, protecting it.

Since I didn’t bother bringing a pair of handcuffs with me, I use Sean’s shoelaces to tie his hands behind his back and put one of his socks inside his mouth before leaving him on the floor and going to look for Rueben and Ansel. It doesn’t take long to find them. They are in a room watching Leo, who sits on the bed, a bottle of booze in his hand. A bitch is on her knees in front of him. Even with shitty eyesight, I know what she was doing before Rueben and Ansel entered the room—sucking his dick.

“Please, don’t hurt me,” she whimpers.

Nothing will happen to her if she doesn’t get in our way.

“Aww, you don’t have to cry. We are not here to harm you,” Rueben chuckles while talking to the bitch. His handgun is pointed at her, so I don’t blame her for crying. “But I can’t say the same for him.” To me, he says, “Jason and the Senator are not here. But we can still find useful information from this worm. And from the other one when his head is clear.”

Leo lets out a strange laugh. “The Senator should have killed you when he had the chance instead of playing his sick games with you.”

Ansel shrugs. “His mistake, our luck.”

Noticing Leo is still hard despite his life hanging by a thread, I say to the bitch, “Don’t stop just because we are here. Finish the man off.”

Reluctantly, the bitch opens her mouth and starts sucking Leo while whimpering.

I cross my arms against my chest and lean against the wall. “This reminds me of the time you forced Olivia to suck off you and your friends. Like this bitch here, Olivia was also crying, but for a different reason. Did it feel good forcing your cock down her throat?” Leo doesn’t reply, so I yell, “Answer me or else I’ll cut off your balls and shove them up your ass!”

“Yes,” he quickly says. “She not only knows how to suck cock, but she’s a good fuck in general. Submissive too and will do whatever you ask of her.”

My demon snarls in anger. His thirst for revenge is as big as mine. Before the bloodshed starts, I want to ask Leo more questions.

The bitch whimpers again. She has more common sense than Leo and knows what is about to happen.

“She begged you not to harm her, but you laughed while assaulting her.” Ansel’s tone doesn’t betray his anger, but I can feel the tension coming from his body.

Leo pushed the bitch to the floor. She is smart enough to get behind a chair, not that it will protect her, but she is out of Leo’s reach in case he has any ‘smart’ ideas and tries to use her as a human shield. “She deserved it for fucking you three! Our women have no business sucking Lords’ cocks,” he clips.

“Olivia was a virgin until you and your friends raped her!” I snarl.

Leo laughs. “Look who’s talking.”

I frown. “I never raped her or anyone else in my life!”

“Ask her, then,” Leo says. “Ask her who the father of her child is.”

My ears ring.

Olivia has a child?

I feel like vomiting.

A child that was no doubt the product of a rape.

Leo tilts his head to the side, a mocking expression on his face. “I see the little whore didn’t mention anything about Spencer. Funny when all she would cry about is that little brat. Jason had to drug her to keep her quiet. Cocks down her throat also worked.”

Now I understand why Olivia doesn’t smile anymore, why she is so eager to die. She wants her son.

Spencer.

Roy mentioned this name when I tortured him, but Ansel killed him before I could find out who Spencer was. Like a fool I mocked Olivia about Spencer. It was the only time when she dared to hit me. I deserved it.

“Don’t you ever say that name again!”

She was defending her child. A child she never mentioned. Why? Because she doesn’t want to remember how he was conceived.

Rueben launches himself at Leo, his fist connecting with Leo’s jaw. “Where’s the child now?” he asks as he beats Leo.

No matter how Spencer came to be, he still needs to be protected from Jason and Senator Deymar.

Ansel stops Rueben before he kills Leo. “If you pulverize his face, we won’t find out anything.”

Leo spits blood to the side. “You can all go to Hell!”

If Olivia loves Spencer…then I’ll love him, too. He might have been conceived in violence, but he is part of Olivia. Her son is my son, regardless of who the father is.

My feet move before I know what I’m doing. When I get to where Rueben is, I push him out of my way and grab Leo by the collar of his shirt. I put my blade under his left eye. “What will your mother say when she receives your eyes in the mail? Talk if you don’t want us to send you piece by piece to your family. I’ll take my time killing you. First, I’ll skin you alive. Then, I’ll start removing the flesh from the bones. You’ll be alive for a long time. The pain will be something you've never felt before.”

All the defiance vanishes from Leo’s eyes. But even so, he won’t tell me where Spencer is. “Even if you torture me for days, I won’t say a word about Spencer.”

Ansel asks something that grips my attention. “Is Spencer still alive?” I ask.

Leo shrugs. “Maybe. Or maybe not. Who knows.” This motherfucker really wants to die in the worst way possible. Leo looks at me. “If you give us Olivia and the daggers, we’ll let you know where your son is, whether he is in a cemetery or an orphanage in some third-world county. A fair trade, don’t you think?”

My…son?

I’ve never fucked Olivia.

The tip of my knife nicks his skin, blood rolling down the blade. “Nice try, but Spencer is not mine.”

Leo laughs. “You don’t remember then.”

My chest tightens. My demon growls. “Remember what?” I hear myself asking.

“That you took her virginity while you were a guest in the facility. The same day you raped her, you got her pregnant,” Leo replies.

I cut him across the face. “Lies!” I would never do something like that to Olivia, no matter how much I hated her back then.

It would be so easy to drive my knife into his heart or cut out his tongue for spewing such lies, but then I won’t learn where Olivia and Mose are. My hand goes to his stomach, my blade leaving a bloody trail behind. Humans are so fragile, so easy to harm and kill.

Ansel grabs my shoulder. “Not until we learn where Spencer is. Roy died before telling me where Jason hid Spencer, but Leo will reveal what we need to know.”

My head starts to pound, and I move away from Leo because I don’t trust myself. “You knew about Spencer?”

Before Ansel can reply, Leo laughs again. “Even your blood-brother kept things hidden from you because that little shit was a product of a rape.”

I see red in front of my eyes. No one talks like that about a child.

I eye Leo’s neck.

Rueben grabs my wrist before I can kill Leo. “You need to cool down.”

“What I need is to end this motherfucker,” I snarl.

Ansel glares at me. “Don’t fuck this up. It is our last chance of finding out where Spencer is.”

My blood boils at the thought that Ansel kept something so important a secret. If Spencer is my son, I have a right to know about him. Why didn’t Olivia say anything to me?

The video Ansel sent me pops into my mind.

There’s one video that you might want to watch when you are alone.

Sweat rolls down my back, my heart beating painfully inside my chest.

Rueben beat Olivia for hours while drugged; what if I did rape her? The thought makes me sick. I might be a piece of shit, but I never thought I’d do something like that to the woman I love.

Needing to know the truth, I say, “I’m going to smoke a cigarette and check on the other fucker.”

Ansel nods, and I leave the room.

Sean is still knocked out cold, so I sit on the sofa and pull out my phone. More sweat rolls down my back, and my vision gets even blurrier. I think I’m having a panic attack. But I need to see the video. I need to know what I did to Olivia. I need to know if I’m really Spencer’s dad.

I might have a son. I don’t know how to feel about that, especially with the possibility of him not being born out of love but from violence. How do I even face Olivia knowing what I did to her? Or, when I find my son, how do I look at him and not hate myself?

I grab a cigarette from my pack and put on the video.

Olivia is in the same room as before, the one where Rueben beat her. From the bruises on her face and around her neck, it’s a few days after Rueben tried to kill her. She’s looking out the window, the blanket wrapped around her, when I enter. My eyes are red, my face a mask of pure hatred.

Scared, Olivia gets out of bed and backs into a corner, away from me. But there’s nowhere she can hide from me and whatever the fuck I’m going to do to her next.

My hands tremble as I see myself going to her. Bile rises to my throat.

“Why?” I ask.

“I didn’t mean to,” Olivia whimpers. “Camila was my best friend—”

I cut her short. “Not that. Why did you cheat on me?” Then, I do something that takes me by surprise. I start crying. “I loved you so much, and you broke my heart. You destroyed us.”

Olivia wraps her arms around me, and I hug her back. “I am so sorry,” she whispers, tears running down her face.

“Was it worth it?” I ask. She shakes her head. “You said you wanted to wait until we got married. Why did you lie to me? I would have given you everything to make you happy.”

“I didn’t lie. Camila…she was in trouble, and I was so scared. You weren’t there, and I didn’t know what to do and…I didn’t let them go all the way, though. I saved my virginity for you.” She kisses me and I don’t push her away. “I want you to be my first.” She cups me through my pants. “My only one.” I don’t react to her advances. “I love you.”

I fist her hair. “If you love me, why did you have to turn into a whore?”

More tears run down her face. “I’m not a whore.”

“I saw you on your knees, sucking cocks. Cheating on me. What does that make you?” I snarl.

“They would have raped Camila. I couldn’t let that happen.”

My free hand goes to her face. “I loved you because I thought you were different from all the other girls I met, who were eager to open their legs for a quickie. You turned out to be the same.” I let go of her and fall to my knees. “I can’t live like this, knowing that the person who meant the world to me betrayed me in the worst way possible.” I claw at my chest. “It hurts so much.” I look up at her. “Make it stop.” My voice cracks.

Olivia kneels in front of me. “I’ll make it better,” she promises.

I shake my head. “Nothing will take this pain away. The only way to put an end to it is to kill myself. A bullet to the head. If only I had my gun with me—”

Olivia silences me with a kiss. “Don’t you ever say that again. You are mine! I’ll never let you harm yourself. Never!”

She kisses me again, and this time, I don’t hold back. I rip the t-shirt she’s wearing and she helps me remove my pants. I push her on her back, and I get on top of her.

“You are mine,” she cries out when I thrust into her without getting her ready.

Her back arches, and I look down at her. “It’s your first time,” I say.

She grabs my face between her palms. Her legs wrap around my waist. “You are mine, and I’m giving you everything I have. My love, my soul, my body. I claim you as mine. From now on, our souls will always be united, just as our bodies are right now.”

Her body emanates a strange glow that engulfs me. Did we…bond? For years, I felt a deep connection with Olivia, which brought a new type of anger, as my body hurt each time she was forced to fuck man after man. I didn’t understand how and why I bonded with her, so I learned to live with the pain and not think of what links us. But how did the bond come to be? Was it Olivia?

“I love you,” I say before kissing her. My hips rock against hers. My hand wraps around her neck. “Even if you cheated, even if you are a whore, I can’t live without you. Like it or not, you will be my wife.”

“I know our love is stronger than everything that stands between us,” she whimpers as I pound into her.

I don’t seem to notice she’s in pain as I fuck her roughly. She lays there on the cold floor, whimpering, tears running down her cheeks, as I make her mine. I’m not gentle, I don’t hold back, and she takes everything I give her.

“I’m sorry,” I say when I finally finish.

She kisses my brow. “I wanted this. It was,” she lowers her legs, the movement making her wince, “perfect.” Before pressing her lips to mine, she adds, “I love you with all my heart.”

I didn’t rape her. She wanted me. I didn’t rape her, but I hurt her with how rough I was. Her first time should have been special, perfect. I took that away from her.

Why don’t I remember this? Because of the drugs?

The video doesn’t end there.

I’m dragged out of the room soon after I made Olivia mine and taken back to the place with the TV screens. I’m tied to the chair, tortured for hours, and drugged even more before being forced to watch the video of Olivia being molested by Jason’s friends.

When my hate for Olivia returns with more force than before, a woman is brought to me. Her hair color is similar to that of Olivia’s, and someone as drugged as I was could have easily mistaken her for Olivia. She smiles, and I kiss her.

“Little Rabbit,” I say, and she nods.

“I’ll make all your fantasies come true.”

“I want to fuck you, whore.”

She nods, and I make her kneel on the chair before I fuck her from behind. Her hair is braided, and I grab it, pulling it hard. My arm goes around her neck, and I squeeze until she can’t breathe anymore. She claws at my arm, but I don’t let go. Her face turns red, and she is struggling to stay conscious. My hand moves to her shoulders. I keep fucking her so rough she screams out in pain. All I can think about is that I’m glad I didn’t do that to Olivia.

“Slower,” she whimpers.

“Take it, you fucking slut!” I snarl.

The door opens, and Olivia enters. She sees me fucking that bitch—whoever she was—and she starts crying.

“I thought you loved me,” she sobs.

“And I thought you weren’t a whore. I hate you. I never want to see you again!” My voice is loud as I keep fucking that bitch, whom I no doubt have mistaken for Olivia, as I say, “You are not my Little Rabbit anymore,” and push the bitch off the chair. “Just a whore who not only broke my heart but also killed my sister. No one will ever love you as I did, not in this life nor in the next.” Olivia cries harder. “You are just like all those bitches who use tears to manipulate men. Fuck you, bitch! I’m done with your bullshit. Next time I see you, I’ll make you suffer just as much as I did.”

Olivia throws the engagement ring at me before running away.

The video ends with a few seconds showing Olivia in a different room. She is pregnant. Her palm lays on her stomach, and a smile appears on her face when the baby kicks. My child. I have no doubt now. Not a product of rape, as Leo claimed, but the fruit of the love between Olivia and me.

“I’ll name you Spencer. Do you think your daddy will like it?” she asks.

I do.

Spencer.

Our child.

I run a finger across the screen, wanting to feel the kicks as well.

My vision turns blurry. This time, because of the tears that pool in my eyes.

“I bet you will have the same turquoise eyes as him,” Olivia keeps murmuring to our son. “He once told me it was a family trait.” The baby kicks harder, making her say, “You are my little boy with turquoise eyes.” Then, she pulls a mobile from under the mattress and dials a number. “Tyson? Please don’t hang up. I have—”

Her eyes go wide, and she starts crying.

The video ends.

Go to fucking Hell, bitch. I hope you die alone because cheaters like you don’t deserve a second chance. Don’t call me again! I don’t want to make my new girlfriend worried by making her think I’m talking to escorts. You’re not even that. You’re just a cheap whore who killed my sister.

After I said that, I blocked her number.

I lied. I never had another girlfriend after Olivia. Or before her.

Rueben was out there looking for her while I was spending my days comatose with whatever drug or alcohol was available, wanting to erase her from my memory.

I was forced to hate Olivia. To forget that I made her mine. I never knew about my son.

Spencer.

I won’t rest until I kill all those who have harmed her. Until I find my son.

When all this is over, and those who took her and our son away from me are dead, if she wants me to have the same fate as them, I won’t hesitate to blow my brains out.

A scream comes from Leo’s room. I get up from the sofa.

Just one thought is in my mind as I leave the living room—show Leo who the real ‘little shit’ is. Spoiler alert—not my son.