Gypsy Brothers: The Complete Series (71 page)

Her cheeks reddened. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, her breath straining around my hands on her neck. “It’s no big deal.” I let my hands fall from her neck to my sides, letting my head fall back onto the pillow.

She’d tricked me. She’d presented herself as some kind of whore, and it turned out she was a fucking virgin? This had to be Chad’s handiwork.

“Get off me,” I said, my voice monotone.

“Jason—”

“Get. Off. Me. Now!”

I thought of Juliette. I always thought of Juliette and how she’d been a virgin until they’d defiled her. I looked up at Rails, her hair hanging like a curtain around our faces; like we were the only two people in the world. “Tell me you love me,” she whimpered, guiding my hands to her clit. I stilled beneath her, confused. “You don’t have to mean it,” she said as she began bouncing herself up and down.

So fucking tight.

“Just say it. I need it.
Please
. Just say the words and make me come.”

I closed my eyes and imagined Juliette. “I love you,” I whispered, one thumb rubbing Raelene’s clit and the other lifting her up and slamming her back down onto me.

“Ohhhhh,” she sighed, her walls tightening as she orgasmed around my cock. I moaned, coming inside her so hard I couldn’t see for a few seconds. She collapsed on my chest, our bodies slick with sweat, my dick still hard inside her and ready to go again. My need was insatiable. I could fuck until I was red raw, and even the pain of that wouldn’t stop me.

My shame at unwittingly deflowering Rails overpowered my own desire to keep screwing her, however, and I willed my cock to calm down until she recovered.

We lay there for several seconds, our breath coming out in laboured gasps. As moments go, it was peaceful. Calm, even.

Then, in an instant, it all shattered.

I heard footsteps approaching, along with clapping. I pushed Rails off me and she cried out. I’d probably hurt her, flinging her off me like that, but old habits die hard, and I didn’t want someone sneaking up on me while I was in the throes of post-fuck bliss.

It was Chad. Built like a fucking tank, I was already half a head taller than him. He’d inherited our father’s psychosis, but then, perhaps we all had. Mine had just remained dormant until somebody had given me no other coping mechanism to survive. Chad, though, delighted in tormenting anyone weaker than him. I hated him the most, because although all of my brothers had participated in raping Juliette all those years ago, Chad had taken a perverse pleasure in stealing her virginity. Every other one of them had either covered her face, or looked at the floor. A few turned her on her stomach so they didn’t have to look into the eyes of a girl they’d grown up with as they stole pieces of her soul, but not Chad. He’d stared into her eyes and kissed her on the mouth as he was the first one to rip her apart, only pulling away when she bit a chunk out of his tongue.

He was a complete fucking psychopath, and I saw a glint of something in his eyes now as he stood on the other side of the open doorway that separated me from the rest of the world. I wondered, briefly, if I could overpower him and get out. I wondered if I could kill him with my bare hands before he could draw the gun at his hip and shoot me dead. “How’s your pussy, Rails?” he cooed, chewing on a toothpick he’d wedged between his teeth. “You sore, baby? Want me to kiss it better?” He pulled the toothpick from his mouth long enough to snake his tongue out suggestively at her, before biting down on the toothpick again. She didn’t answer him, just pulled the threadbare sheets around her like some kind of toga.

“Get dressed, both of you,” Chad said abruptly. “We’re going for a little walk. Dad’s orders.” He waggled his eyebrows at me, winking at Rails.

I hadn’t been outside in three years. “No,” I said, acting bored, a dull sense of panic crawling up from my bloody cock, settling in my stomach and bubbling up in my throat like acidic bile. I was the king of this three-by-three cell, and I’d resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t ever leaving it a long time ago. Beside me, Rails had dropped the sheets and was pulling her dress over her head. I saw smears of blood on her thighs and winced.

I’d done that. I’d taken something from her, and I didn’t like the feeling.

Ten minutes later, I was covering my eyes with my hands. More of my brothers had joined Chad after my initial refusal to step outside, and though I was like a beast in a cage, it was still six against one. They pinned me down and zip-tied my hands in front of me, marching me outside as Rails pleaded with them to be gentle. I didn’t give a fuck about me. I gave a fuck about
her
. I liked her, and she was the only friend I had in the world.

What did that mean for her?

The sun. Holy Jesus, the sun was burning me. I felt like I might die under the power of its rays, burning into my eyes. My vision filled with solid white and I would have collapsed had it not been for my brothers dragging me through the dirt yard beside Emilio’s mansion.

We stopped beside a patch planted with lemon and orange trees, the sweet smell of rotting citrus faint, but almost unbearable to someone who’d been deprived of their senses for years. The hands holding me let me go and I fell to my knees in the sand. “Three years,” Chad said, looking at Rails impatiently. “It took you three years, brother, but we finally broke you.”

“What?” Panic churned inside me.

“You finally did it,” Chad grinned, standing behind Rails and yanking her dress down to expose her taut nipples. I cringed, but I couldn’t look away. I wanted to kill him, this sadistic fuck whose mission in life was to corrupt me; to make me like him. Rails didn’t move, or even look alarmed. She was swaying on her feet and I saw a thread of blood in the crook of her elbow.

“You drugged her?” I asked Chad.

Chad shrugged. “She asked for it. That’s her reward for visiting you, lover boy.” I swallowed thickly, looking at the ground. It didn’t matter. I didn’t love her, and even though I hadn’t been in it for so fucking long, I understood the way the world worked. It fucking burned that she’d been visiting me for years and was being paid just like the others, but in smack. Hell, maybe that’s how they all got paid.

I’d known she was a drug user, but I didn’t think this was the reason for her visits. I don’t know what I thought, but whatever it was, I was wrong to think she was anything more than a junkie, using me to get her next fix. Yeah, no friend of mine.

I hadn’t loved her, but I’d thought she maybe loved me.

“You love her?” Chad asked, and before I could blink, he had his gun in his hand, the barrel pressed against her temple. She didn’t appear concerned though, floating on a wave none of us could see.

“It’s okay,” Rails said, her words thick. “You know how I met your brother? I was about to jump off a bridge, but he stopped me. He told me there was somebody I had to meet.” She laughed, in a daze. Her eyes couldn’t even focus on me. I got to my feet and lunged towards them, but my brothers held me back.

Just like before. First Juliette, and now Raelene.

I struggled and kicked like a wounded tiger as Chad took his free hand and trailed it down from her chest to her concave stomach, hiking her dress up to reveal the bloody juncture of her thighs. “You did this, and this makes you no better than us, you understand?”

“Fuck you!” I roared, bucking against the iron grip that held me back. Six against one. How was it never a fair fight? Were they really so afraid of the fact that I might beat them one-on-one?

“Say it,” Chad said, sliding one finger inside Rails so that she flinched. Even with the drugs, the rough way he was poking and prodding at her must have hurt. “Say you’re no better than us. Say you’re one of us and I’ll let her go.” I looked to Rails, but she wasn’t even there. Whatever drug was in her bloodstream, it looked effective.

“I’m no better than you.” I ground out.

“And?” Chad prompted, snaking his tongue out to lick Raelene’s earlobe.

I shuddered.

“And I’m one of you.”

“One of what?”

“A fucking Gypsy Brother!” I screamed.

Apparently satisfied, Chad took his hands off Rails, letting her sway unsteadily on her own. Before I could move, he blew her brains out. Took his gun, pressed it to the back of her head and pulled the trigger. The bullet didn’t just enter her hea
d—
it blew the top of her skull clean off. She fell to the ground, dead, her tits still out and her dress hiked up enough to show everything. I stared blankly as Chad spat and took another drag of his cigarette. He threw the smoldering butt on the ground beside Rails, crushing it beside her dead face with the heel of his heavy boot.

I lost it. I fucking lost it. Her blood was still smeared on my dick, her brains arranged around her head like a perverse halo, and she wasn’t going to wake up from this.

“You fucking pussy!” I roared. I pulled so hard, I broke the zip-strip that bound my wrists together and began tearing at arms and hands until I was free. I stood, balling my fists so hard I swear I felt my own bones splintering under the weight of my rage. Six against one, but none of my brothers could have stopped three years of pent-up fury as I lunged at Chad, whose smirk was quickly replaced by fear. He looked to our brothers, but perhaps they, too, were tired of Chad’s psychotic behavior because none of them moved particularly fast to stop me.

I rained blows down on Chad, who might have been burly, but who was also incredibly slow compared to me. I was used to moving like a panther in the dark in my cage, and I’d already broken his jaw, his nose, and shattered his knee before I could be subdued.

“So you did love her,” Chad said, coughing up blood. I hadn’t killed him, but if I’d had more time, I would have smashed my fists into him until his face looked just like Raelene’s.

I looked at Rails her one last time. There was no point in being upset. I’d mourn her alone, away from these motherfuckers.

“Love her?” I spat, pulling my arms free from Maxi and Ant, who’d pulled me off Chad so I didn’t kill him. “She was a fucking junkie. I didn’t love her.”

“Huh.,” Chad said, cradling his broken jaw as he stared up at me accusingly, “but you’d beat me to fuckin’ death because I shot
that junkie
?”

I shrugged my shoulders, swiping the pack of cigarettes from Chad’s shirt pocket and lighting one up. “You just wasted pussy,” I said, glaring down at my brother. “You know how tight that was?”

Chad laughed. “Tight as Julz? Guess you’ll never know, huh?”

I didn’t react. I knew this was my test. If I broke down now, I’d be in that cell for the rest of my life, or wors
e—
dead beside Raelene.

“She’s still warm,” I said, kicking Raelene’s limp foot to open her legs wider. “Maybe you should try her out before she goes stiff and let me know. No point in wasting perfectly good pussy just because she’s got no pulse, right?”

Everyone fell silent. The only sounds were Chad’s heavy breathing and the
dripdripdrip
of blood from his nose onto the dirt ground.

“Guess you
are
a Gypsy Brother,” Chad said in disbelief, and for the first time, I believed him.

*****

The first few months after Juliette and I found each other again, I didn’t fuck he
r—
I made love to her. I was tender. I was gentle. I loved her, but it killed me to hold back. Now I don’t have to hold back.

Now, she likes it better when I hurt her.

I like that flicker of panic in her eyes as she feels my hand tighten around her neck. I wonder if she thinks about
him
.

Of course she does. He’s all she thinks about.

Then there’s the moment of recognition; when she remembers it’s m
e—
the one who loves her, Jas
e—
holding her life in my grip, and she relaxes. She trusts me.

I push into her one more time, my greed at getting off even more apparent than hers. I tighten my grip and cut off her air supply, and only then do her eyes roll back in her head as her pussy clenches tight around me and we come together.

She thinks I’m appeasing her by being violent. She doesn’t know about the beast that’s laid dormant in me all this time. If she did, I think she’d leave me, and I couldn’t bear for that to happen. I can’t lose her again … I
won’t.

Normal men don’t want to hurt the women they love.

Normal men don’t have this darkness inside them.

But I’m not normal. I never was. I might’ve been patched in by force, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’ve got
GYPSY BROTHERS
forever etched into my skin. It doesn’t change the fact that I’ve got Ross blood running through my veins.

I might look like a good person on the surface, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m Dornan Ross’s son.

I’m not sure if that’s the thing that’ll keep us together, or the blow that will force us apart.

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Lili writes dark romance. Her debut novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series coming out in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and is loving every minute of it.

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