Free Web NovelChapter 30: Kill Or Be killed
"She can visit the warehouse, but since I’m also heading there, she can go with me; you’re free to leave," he instructed Willa.
"Yes, sir." Willa turned to leave, but I stopped her. "I want to go with her," I blurted out. My outburst made Bryce look at me.
"I’m... more comfortable... I’m more comfortable with her. Can I go with her, please?" I asked, but Bryce ignored my plea. He opened the door. "Get in," he ordered.
"I wish to..." I looked at Willa. I wouldn’t be able to carry out my plans if I left with Bryce.
I had been thinking of hiding Cole in the car. My plans were ruined before I could accomplish them.
"I’ll grab my bag," I murmured, walked to the car, took my bag, and got in.
Well, it’s not completely ruined. I need to know if Cole is there. I’ll use this opportunity to search for him.
*
We’re on our way to the warehouse; it’s been about an hour since we left the coast. I’m sitting in the backseat with Bryce, whose driver is behind the wheel.
Bryce is busy with his tablet; I suppose he’s reviewing some documents. I’m a little nervous; I’m not completely okay either. The scene I saw earlier still torments me; I’m on edge. I still can’t fully understand why they killed those men.
I wish I could ask him. I wish I could question him. Why did they bring me here today? Was it to show me how brutal they can be? Are they trying to punish me? Or is it supposed to be a warning? I still don’t understand.
About ten minutes later, Bryce dropped his tablet and turned his attention to me. When I noticed him staring, I looked up at him.
"Ask," he groaned.
Ask what?
"I know you have questions; stop distracting me and ask them," he groaned again.
Distracting him? How? I hadn’t said a word; I’d been quiet since the journey began.
"I... No, I don’t have one," I gulped.
"I won’t ask again; speak now," he commanded.
"Ok... It’s just that," I blinked and lowered my eyes.
"Those men..." I whispered.
"Why did we kill them?" he questioned.
"Yes," I shook my head.
"For many reasons, actually; you were one of those reasons," he explained.
For many reasons? Why am I part of the reason?
"Why?" I asked.
"They disrespected you. They finally reached the limit of our tolerance last night. So we ended them. Well, we didn’t really kill them; they might survive, if they’re lucky." He shifted in his seat and spoke.
If they are lucky?
"Their legs and hands were tied when they were pushed into the ocean," I reminded him.
"They were still alive," he insisted. "They might still be rescued."
The chances of their survival are almost zero. I don’t believe him. ƒrēewebnovel.com
"But... why do you kill?"
"Why?" He huffed and stared at me as if I had asked a stupid question. "Have you forgotten what we are? Have you forgotten your identity? We either kill or get killed; that’s the world we live in," he exhaled.
Kill or be killed.
"Are you okay with dying?" I looked at him again.
"As a person who kills, sure, why not?" He leaned closer. "I’m not an ordinary man. Neither of us is. I could face death at any moment. It wouldn’t surprise me," he responded.
"So, you’re okay with dying?" I asked again.
"Yeah."
I frowned. How can he be okay with dying? Why would he speak like that?
"Why?" he muttered. "You don’t like the idea of me dying?"
"Why would I...?" I started but stopped and looked away. Why would I like that idea? I don’t want either of them to die. I don’t want them to fall sick either.
When I stayed quiet, he brought his hand to my jaw and turned my head to face him. "You have something to say; speak," he demanded.
I gulped and lowered my gaze. "I don’t want you to die," I muttered. "I don’t want you to accept death so willingly."
But he laughed at my response and relaxed back into the car seat.
Why? Did I say something funny? Why does he have that expression?
"Why? Do you have something to say?" I asked.
He exhaled and closed his eyes. "Maybe Williams was right, after all, we should introduce you to our world; we can’t let you remain in the dark forever," he said.
Their world? Their business? Will they really do that?
"Really?" I asked. Was he serious?
"I’ll discuss it with the others, and we’ll come to a conclusion," he muttered, eyes still closed.
Seeing that he wasn’t looking at me, I leaned closer to examine his facial features. He has long, dark lashes, like Cooper; both have the longest, most beautiful lashes in the group.
I watched his lashes fan over his eyes. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
He is good-looking. Very good-looking. Almost too good-looking. And he is also brutal. Savage. Wicked. Maybe hard-hearted.
How did such a good-looking man become so brutal? Was he raised wicked? Or did he choose to become this evil?
"How long are you planning to stare at me?" When I continued looking, he opened his eyes and asked, startling me.
I quickly readjusted in my seat and pretended like I wasn’t staring, but before I knew it, he yanked me off the seat.
He lifted me and placed me on his lap with ease.
"Do you like me that much?" He smirked, but his question made me shy and uncomfortable, so I looked away, focusing on my hands.
But he pulled me closer, making me sit directly on his hardened cock. Once I felt his rod pressing my entrance, I started to feel horny.
But the words he said next completely ruined my mood: "I’m not going to touch you, so don’t look forward to it."
What? Then why is he getting hard beneath me? Why is he devouring my scent like he’s been hungry for it?
When he noticed my sour mood, he asked, "Or do you want me to touch you? I could if you want; you just need to ask."
He wants me to ask? He never requested this before. He always penetrated me whenever he felt like it. What’s with the sudden change?
"Say it, we’ll be at the warehouse in twenty minutes. Do you want me to do it or not?" he questioned again.
After thinking, I shamelessly shook my head. "Yes. I... want it."
"You want what? Be specific."
"I want you... I want you to touch me," I whispered.
