Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Copyright
- Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
- WARNING
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Thank You
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Stalk Me Links
I could just make out my reflection in the glass and see my right cheek was still swollen from the abuse it had taken. It had only been two days, yet it felt like it had just happened. Cain would hold me and softly sing as I fell asleep, but there was always a point when I’d wake up with a start, and then fear would slice through me when the same face greeted me as Abel’s. I couldn’t tell Cain that. I knew what it would do to him if I did. Cain seemed to be so in tune with my body that the moment I’d wake up, so would he, and he would hold me tight until I fell back to sleep.
Cain was still tempted to kill his brother, but I knew it would change and ruin us even if he couldn’t see it. Many would’ve said I was crazy, but considering all my choices over the last few weeks, I think letting Abel live was low on the list. Cain gave my hand a squeeze and looked over at me.
“Where are we going,” I asked as we pulled onto the main street that led toward the downtown core.
“Peter’s condo,” Cain said, but his face gave nothing away.
“Peter’s? I don’t want to see that asshole again.”
“I know, but you need to see him one more time, there is something you need to know, but I promise not to kill him unless you ask me to.” He gave me a small smile. “And he will never hurt you again. I can promise you that.”
I did feel safe whenever I was with him, but it was more than that. I didn’t want to see his arrogant, abusive face again. He was in my past, and that was where I wanted to leave him.
“Okay,” I said as we pulled into the underground parking area of Peter’s condo. “Is this safe? I mean, what if someone sees us?”
“Then they see us, but they won’t.”
I looked over at Cain as he smoothly steered the truck around the multiple levels until he came to one fairly quiet level and parked in a spot for employees. I raised my brows at him.
“I told you I always have my ways,” he answered before I could pose the question. “Pull the hood up on your hoodie, but don’t look like you’re trying to hide your face, just that you’re cold.”