by Alexx Andria
As much as I had wanted to believe otherwise, Cason had been right.
My entire childhood took on a completely different meaning. The reason Butcher had sent me away was so I hadn’t formed a brotherly attachment to him.
He wanted me to think of him romantically.
I wanted to puke.
Was he insane? Butcher was much older than me, by twenty years.
Had he planned this all along? And if I wasn’t a Brannon, who was I?
I needed Cason.
Tears burned behind my lids.
Suddenly, my door opened and Butcher was there. I gasped and wiped at my eyes, feeling violated with him in my space.
“I know this is a big shock,” Butcher started gruffly. “But give it time to sink in. I’ve always loved you, Holly. I want to give you the life you deserve.”
“Who am I?” I asked, ignoring his declaration of affection. “What was my mother’s name? What’s my real name?”
“Don’t dwell on the past when the future is far more interesting,” he advised. “Get some sleep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
But I didn’t want to talk. I wanted to leave.
“I’m going to get my own apartment,” I said as he started to close the door. My statement caused him to pause, his gaze narrowed. “If I’m not family, you shouldn’t have to pay my expenses. You’ve already done too much. I don’t want to burden you any further.”
“Maybe I wasn’t clear,” he said. “You are going to be my wife. End of story.”
And then he shut the door.
I ran and turned the lock with trembling fingers. He probably had a key but even the pretense of locking him out gave me some semblance of security.
Was I a prisoner here?
Sick, twisted, and perverted.
Butcher wasn’t right in the head.
How could I have missed such a huge red flag?
Perhaps I sensed something was wrong, which was why I had always sought solace in books.
But what could I do now?
I could run.
But that would leave Cason with nothing.
I couldn’t do that to him.
I fell back onto the bed and closed my eyes, my head starting to throb.
I didn’t know what to do. I felt trapped.
And useless.
How would I manage to find what Cason needed?
I didn’t think I could stomach playing along with Butcher, pretending to feel romantically toward the man I’d always thought was my brother.
I shuddered.
Good God, that’s what Johnny had been alluding to back at my apartment. Disgusting little weasel.
No one knew more than Johnny about Butcher’s dealings.
Chances were Johnny knew where I came from.
I must’ve fallen asleep for when my eyes popped open as a hand clamped over my mouth, all was quiet and still.
I bit back a scream when I realized it was Cason.
“Oh my God,” I exclaimed, hugging him tightly. “How’d you get in?”
“The window. Butcher’s arrogance is his mistake. He has shit security around the perimeter of the house. All I had to do was climb to your window.”
“How’d you know it was mine?”
“I didn’t,” he admitted with a rueful chuckle. “I figured I’d have to take my chances. Luck was on my side.”
“That was a stupid chance to take,” I admonished but I was so relieved to see him. I wanted him to take me away with him but I knew if I left with Cason we’d always be on the run. Butcher would never stop until we were both dead. I drew a deep breath, still unable to believe it myself. “You were right. Butcher isn’t my brother at all. He admitted it to me at dinner. He wants me to marry him.”
As if that wasn’t disgusting enough, I told Cason about the embarrassing way he’d made me dress.
Anger burned hot in Cason’s eyes. “Sick bastard,” he muttered. “I knew something wasn’t right.”
“But I don’t know who I am, Cason,” I said, distressed. “How did he get a hold of me? I was so young. I must have parents somewhere.”
Cason cupped my face and kissed me hard. It was just the grounding I need to stop spinning into the ether. “You are mine, baby girl,” he said. “We’ll find the answers together.”
I nodded, weak with relief knowing that Cason was here but I knew he couldn’t stay.
“You need to get a hold of Johnny Malco, he’s the weasel that’s always by Butcher’s side. He knows all of Butcher’s secrets. Squeeze him and see what spills out.”
I barely recognized the ruthlessness in my voice. But I had changed in more ways than one.
I felt as if I’d been led around with blinders on for far too long. I’d been too afraid to ask questions, too timid to press when my intuition started ringing bells, too content to bury myself in make-believe.
That ended the minute Cason showed me how to really live.
Revulsion for everything Butcher stood for curdled in my gut. I wanted to bring him down as much as Cason.
But we had a ticking clock set against us.
“Butcher expects me to just fall in love with him because he’s paid my bills all these years. He’s fucking insane. I mean, not figuratively, but literally. I’ve never seen him so…obsessed. And not in a good way,” I clarified.
I thrilled when Cason looked at me with wild lust; I wanted to vomit when Butcher did.
“I’ll see what Johnny says when we apply some pressure,” Cason said darkly. “In the meantime, try not to do anything that rouses suspicion.”
“That’s a tall order. When I look at Butcher I want to claw his eyes out, not go on a honeymoon cruise.”
“I promise you, you’re not going anywhere with him but I need him to believe that you might be agreeable to a future with him. I know, disgusting,” he said quickly when I grimaced “but I need him to let down his guard. He won’t do that if he’s thinking that you’re not on his side.”
Cason had a valid point but I didn’t know if I was up to the task of pretending to that level. I wasn’t that good of an actress.
I grabbed Cason and held him tight. “Please be careful. Don’t underestimate Johnny. He’s a rat but he has sharp teeth and claws. He won’t fight fair so don’t expect him to.”
Cason caressed my crown and murmured, “Baby, who said anything about fighting fair? I fight to win.”
I watched as Cason climbed out my window and made his way down to the ground, dropping soundlessly.
I didn’t care what anyone said — they could laugh and roll their eyes all they wanted — but I loved that man.
Call it insta-love, call it infatuation, call it plain lust, it didn’t matter to me because I knew what was true.
Somehow Cason had stolen my heart the day he’d plucked me from my black and white world and introduced me to a world filled with color.
And I wasn’t going back to the way it was.
Not ever.
Chapter 30
Cason
Holly gave us the best direction to go into by leading us to Johnny Malco.
I’d seen him around but I hadn’t paid him much attention.
Perhaps that was his strength, being able to sneak around without being noticed.
Holly’s description of him was spot on — the man looked like a weasel.
We tailed Johnny all day, watching his routine, trying to find the best time to spring him without tipping off anyone on Butcher’s crew.
Johnny must’ve felt pretty insulated with Butcher’s protection. His eyes were sharp, which showed intelligence, but his swagger looked out of place on his small frame.
“Collecting money for Butcher,” Tito observed as Johnny disappeared into a liquor store in Rebel territory. “Or picking up lunch.”
But when Johnny returned without anything, I shared a look with Tito, confirmed saying, “Collection day. I’ll bet he has a nice wad of cash tucked into the inside pocket of his leather jacket.”
Johnny made a few more stops and then detoured to an apartment complex on 34th. His cock-sure stride was all about making an impression.
I looked to Tito. “Looks like someone thinks they’re gonna get laid. Maybe we ought to save that poor woman from wasting her time.”
“You mean, all of five minutes?” Tito snickered before glowering, tucking his piece behind him. “Yeah, let’s get acquainted with this mutha. I could use an outlet for all this frustration.”
I nodded. Tito had a score to settle, just as I did.
Now, it was about more than my sister and Shay. I had Holly in my head, too.
I hated her stuck in that house with Butcher.
Especially now that Butcher had spilled the beans about their relationship.
There was nothing to stop Butcher from satisfying his lust for my woman.
Yeah, she was mine.
I’d tell it to the world.
I’d stick my fist in anyone’s face who dared to give me shit about it.
But first, I had to find a way to remove Butcher from our lives, for good.
And Johnny Malco…he was going to give me the keys to the armory.
We tailed him at a safe distance and then casually entered the elevator with him as if we were just regular joes.
We were lucky in that Johnny didn’t know our faces, not that he was all that focused at the moment. He had his mind on pussy, for sure.
Which worked for us.
We exited the elevator on the fourth floor and pretended to walk in the opposite direction down the hallway but Johnny had already pushed us out of his mind. The spring in his step was almost comical.
Apartment number 402.
We waited ten minutes, then kicked open the door, startling the occupants.
Just as we’d hoped, Johnny was already naked and about to go balls deep into his….woman?
Porn star tits and a fat swinging dick.
“Kinky,” Tito murmured with a grin, his gun pointed straight at Johnny’s rapidly withering cock. “You dirty little dog. Like the best of both worlds, huh?”
“Shut your whore mouth,” Johnny spat, trying to look brave in front of his woman.
“Hey, I’m not judging,” I said with a short grin. “You do you, buddy. But sorry, we have more pressing issues to deal with, which include your help. So…you’re gonna have to go back to your hand for the time being.”
Tito cut his gaze away from Johnny for a moment to appreciate the nice set of synthetic tits pointing like mountain peaks straight at us. He shrugged as I looked at him quizzically. “Either way, it’s a nice rack. You gotta admit.”
Be that as it may, I was here for one thing.
“Get dressed,” I ordered, keeping my gun pointing at Johnny’s partner.
The woman scuttled away, pulling her clothes close to her chest, wide eyes frightened. “Please don’t hurt me,” she whispered.
“My beef isn’t with you, honey,” I told her. “It’s with the piece of shit you were about to let fuck you in the ass. Trust me, I just saved you from a bad decision. No telling what kind of disease his dick is crawling with.”
Johnny jerked on his jeans with shaking fingers but he was spitting mad. “You’re going to pay for this. You don’t know who you’re fucking with, asshole.”
“Sure I do. Put a shirt on. No one wants to see that,” I said, grimacing at his concave chest and complete lack of muscle. “Jesus, man, get yourself to the fucking gym once in a while. Have some respect for yourself.”
Johnny looked like he wanted to pull my head through my asshole but he there was nothing he could do about it. His impotent rage blackened his eyes but he threw a shirt over his head and shoved his legs into his jeans.
“You got a name?” he asked, no doubt picturing all the ways he was going to exact his revenge. “I like to know the names of the people I kill.”
“Big talker,” Tito said, amused. “Do you even know how to use a gun?”
“Give me one and we’ll find out.”
I laughed. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.” Dressed, I grabbed him roughly and shoved my gun into his back.
“Now, here’s how we’re going to play this, sweetheart. We’re going to walk out of here, nice and easy. No one is going to get hurt and you’re going to be able to walk on your own steam when we’re done. Got it?”
“Fuck you.” Johnny turned and spit in my face. Like, actually, spit in my motherfucking face. I wiped at the spittle that’d landed on my cheek and Tito buried his fist in Johnny’s gut, dropping him.
The woman screamed, curled into a ball on her sofa.
“Okay, or we could do things the hard way, which sounds more fun for me, but definitely could end with you shitting out your kidney,” I said, jerking Johnny back to his feet as he gasped, trying to draw air into lungs. “What’s it going to be?”
“E-easy way,” Johnny wheezed like a fish out of water, caving like a weak ass pussy. “E-easy!”
“Let’s go then,” I said, dragging him out, my gun pushed so hard against his back it was probably leaving a muzzle shaped bruise.
Before we exited, Tito said with a wink to the woman, “That’s a respectable cock you have there. Be a doll and forget you ever saw us, okay?”
She bobbed a nod and we left with our prize.
Chapter 31
Holly
I tried to act as I always had before Butcher dropped his bombshell on me about my parentage but it was damn near impossible to forget that I was sold into some weird relationship by my own mother.
If Butcher was being truthful, that was.
What was to stop Butcher from creating a horrid story to make him sound like some generous benefactor when in fact, he was the devil?
I had no proof of anything, no way to verify the facts as he’d presented them.
I didn’t even have a name to go on.
My real name wasn’t Brannon, that was for sure.
Was my name even Holly?
I rubbed at my temples, hating the throb that’d begun to pulse, rattling my brain.
What happened now?
Butcher was supposedly giving me time to adjust to my new reality but clearly, he didn’t realize or care that there was no amount of time that would persuade me to accept him as my husband.
Even if I hadn’t grown up thinking he was my brother, I wasn’t attracted to him.
At all.
Butcher…wasn’t a good-looking man.
Nor was he kind or generous.
He was a ruthless criminal who happened to be smarter than the average bear, which had enabled him to build an empire.
Money hadn’t changed the fact that he was a street hood at his core.
Butcher was a sledgehammer who dreamed of being a power tool.
I’d felt some sense of loyalty to Butcher out of obligation before the big reveal, now I felt nothing Butcher hoped I would.
If anything revulsion choked me, clawing at my throat until I couldn’t breathe.
I didn’t believe him that my mother had sold me to him for drug money. I think the most truthful statement he’d offered was that he’d made my mother go away.
Permanently.
Maybe this was my penance for never asking questions, never having the balls to ask more about my past, for being content to let Butcher hand-feed me bullshit so that he would continue to pay my bills.
With that newfound awakening, I understood why Cason had shown me nothing but contempt in the beginning. He’d lost his sister and her best friend at my brother’s hands.
In his eyes, I was the spoiled princess who’d happily gorged on the advantages Butcher’s blood money had provided.
I rubbed at my stomach, trying to calm the tension twisting my bowels.
Butcher wanted to spend the day with me.
I wanted to run away.
But Cason had instructed me to play al
ong, to give him time to find the information needed to hang Butcher.
I wasn’t a good actress. I didn’t know if I could pull off that level of deception, especially when the sight of Butcher made me want to retch.
Suck it up, Holly.
Cason was counting on me. Wasn’t it the least I could do in light of the circumstances?
I rose and walked to my closet, opening it with a resigned sigh. Oh, good God. Seems Butcher had done more than just buy me a dress.
He’d purchased an entire wardrobe.
But the clothes had a distinct split personality feel to them.
To the left, the clothes were similar to that awful dress — slutty and gross.
The right, the clothes were conservative, almost virginal.
What was this? A joke?
I shut the closet doors in disgust, thankful I’d brought my clothes from college. Grabbing a pair of shorts and an ironic tee-shirt, I pulled my hair into a messy pony tail and prepared to meet with Butcher.
As I descended the stairs, I heard raised voices.
Butcher was yelling at someone.
I crept closer, ears straining to catch anything that might prove useful.
The blood drained from my cheeks when I recognized the wheedling voice of that scumbag pimp. Why was he here? Did he know Butcher?
The urge to run was tantamount to a rabbit trying to evade the fox.
I backed away, attempting to return to my room but I ran straight into one of Butcher’s men, who then hooked me by the arm, dragging me into Butcher’s office.
“Here she is,” he said, thrusting me toward Butcher.
I glared and rubbed at my arm, choosing to ignore the pimp.
“You’re saying this girl right here, is the same girl you are talking about?” Butcher asked, suddenly deceptively calm. He looked to me and I frowned as if completely confused and annoyed. To me, he said, “Holly, according to Roy here, you and him have already met. Is that so?”
I balked as if that was the most ridiculous thing Butcher could’ve said. “Unless he hung out at the campus library, I sincerely doubt that.”
Butcher considered my answer and said, “It does seem far-fetched, Roy. Now why would you come in here to lie to me?”
