Page 24 of Knot His Beast
I swallow hard and try to clear my throat, laughing harder the angrier he gets. “That’s it, right? You blew your load all over my ass before you even got to look at it because the idea of your sister fucking me was too much. That’s what did it, right?”
“Shut the fuck up!” Kyle kicks me in the face without hesitation, limp dick hanging out and all, and I immediately slump over and land on my side. “Fucking piece of shit omega!”
He kicks me again, my ribs cracking as he knocks the air right out of me, screaming at me until I can’t hear him anymore.
I can’t hear him, I can’t see him, and I can barely feel his boot each time it connects with my gut. His awful scent is the only thing confirming Kyle is still there, that he’s still beating me senseless as I begin to black out and just before I do, I have to wonder if I’ve just been lucky the last five years.
I managed to avoid anything even close to this kind of treatment until now and clearly, my luck has run out.
This is what my life is supposed to be like and what better way to drill that into me than kill me right along with my dreams in the very place I dared to dream at all.
CHAPTER 7
Bentley
Two years later
“Hey, Dad,”I say, answering his call.
My apartment reminds me of a husk. It’s empty of laughter, yelling, and any general life. My sisters aren’t slamming the screen porch door as they run in and out of the farmhouse, and my father isn’t running after them to remind my sisters that they weren’t born in a barn.
Though, the youngest actually was, which has always been a running joke between us. Damn, I’m fucking homesick. This is an awful feeling, and I can’t stop sitting on the couch with my legs spread wide as I hunch over in desperate sadness.
It’s too… fucking… quiet. Everyone who would typically be in the apartment building is working, but since I work from home, I’m shit out of luck for any human social noises. I’d gladly listen to the neighbor fuck next door.
At least then, I wouldn’t feel so damn alone.
“How is the city treating you?” Dad asks.
I was so sure that this is something I had to do, but I keep second guessing my decision to move out. It took me two years to finally feel comfortable enough to leave, and my father practically pushed me out the door with the promise that I could come back whenever I wanted.
“It’s… big,” I admit. “Work is fine, and I’m forcing myself to get to know the area. I’m sure I’ll get used to it.”
“Well, we miss you,” Dad says unrepentantly. God, leave it to him not to hold back. “We expect a visit soon.”
“I just left,” I say, chuckling. It’s as if he knew that I needed to hear his voice. I’ve always been very codependent with my family, but I always chalked it up to the danger that was present at home. I made sure that no longer exists, and the police think that the people I killed pissed someone off in the mafia.
My lips twitch in amusement at the idea of a mafia man in the country, but I make sure my voice remains even.
My father doesn’t need to know that I enjoyed killing those people.
“The days are long, kid,”Dad says.“How dangerous is the area you’re living in?”
“Honestly? It’s pretty nice,” I reply. “The real estate agent made sure my apartment came furnished, and I’m close enough to walk everywhere. The city stays up way later than I’m used to. I had ice cream at two in the morning just for the fun of it.”
“Some people would worry their oldest is whoring around and drinking too much in the big city,”Dad snorts.“Not my kid.”
“I may break the law and busk later,” I tease him. “I can’t let my guitar playing skills get rusty.”
I took up playing after the murders. I make up songs of revenge in my head, even while ballads leave my lips. My sisters love it when I play, and I know I’ll end up having to teach them too.
They could do worse for their role models. They’re growing up so fast, and Laura is in college now. I don’t understand how time manages to go by so quickly.
“Please don’t get picked up by the cops,”Dad groans as I grin.“Are you sure you still want to run all of the ranch’s social media from Minnesota?”
“Why not?” I ask. “The beauty of working from home is that I can work anywhere. Besides, you hate replying to emails, Dad.”
“Ugh. I really do,”he sighs.“I’d much rather talk to people face to face. Then again, freezing bull spunk wasn’t really something I thought I’d do either.”
