INVICTUS: Brotherhood of Saints by Marian Andrew

Author:Marian Andrew [Andrew, Marian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MA Crown Ink Publishing
Published: 2023-10-03T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Goddamit!

I lean against my bedroom door with tears pricking my eyes, threatening to explode. I rub the throbbing pain in my neck, knowing I’ll probably wear a couple of bruises for a short while.

Now I received markings from both brothers, love hickeys from one, and a death threat from the other. Neither are amusing in the slightest. I’ve been scared to an inch of my life before, but not in almost a decade. The fear of death suddenly seeps back into my consciousness like an old friend I never wanted, harassing me to the point where I need to retreat back into my old shell, curl up and stay there for a while.

I fall to my knees and give in to the tears as they begin to freefall. Bravery is for heroes. I’m certainly not one. I’m a survivor who cheated death and depression one too many times. The dread that one day I may not crawl out of the claws of death is a feeling I’m sure will happen to me soon.

No one can be that fucking lucky.

This time, however, with these men, I firmly believe I won’t live to tell the tale in my old age. My death is inevitable. They are my final destination.

I was never meant to live past the age of 12, and ever since then, my life has been one agonizing rollercoaster ride after another. With Hayden, I thought I cut a break. Then that one night with Archer, I thought, maybe, just maybe, there was hope for a happily ever after

Yeah, right. I should have known better.

Pulling myself off the floor, I go to the bathroom to grab a tissue. My reflection looks like utter shit, and I open the faucet to rinse my face. As soon as I seize the towel from the hook, I hear a knock on the door.

Fuck, my eyes are swollen and red. It’s obvious I’ve been sobbing like a little girl, and when Killian enters just as I walk out of the bathroom, he realizes it too. Thankfully he doesn’t comment, and I appreciate it. The last thing I want is for him to think I’m some big bawling crybaby.

I’m not, really. Crying isn’t my thing, but the last few days have been overwhelming, to say the least. So excuse me if I shed a tear to relieve the massive tension build-up.

I glance down at his tattooed hand, holding a black canvas backpack in his hand.

“Just got word that we’re going on a trip. We’re to meet at the helipad at noon. You can meet me in the kitchen, and we’ll head out together.” His voice isn’t soft, but compared to yesterday morning, he seems to have relaxed around me. I’m not sure how to take it.

Helipad.

I didn’t even know this island had a helipad.

Of fucking course, it has.

Is there anything these men haven’t created on this island?

Dating Hayden widened my experience level to things the average person might never get. Riding in a helicopter is one of them, which we often did to his parent’s residence in the Hamptons.

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