The taste of blood now seemed normal in my mouth.
Ky’s expression was stone. With every new injury he found, he became tenser. When he pressed the cloth against my bruised cheek, I flinched. Ky asked tightly, “Lilah, why the fuck were you down here tonight? I told you the rules. I told you to never come down without me. That it was dangerous.”
Ky implored me to answer with his harsh stare. Using my hands to shift higher up the bed, I gathered my wits and, feeling rather foolish, I said, “I… I was looking for you.”
Ky’s eyebrows pulled down and suddenly his expression softened.
His fingers met my forehead and he pushed back my hair. “You were looking for me?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my focus now on the bed linen. “I saw you return home and I so wanted to greet you. I saw you enter the yard and felt… felt an overwhelming sense of excitement to see you again.”
“You did?” Ky rasped out, and my gaze slammed to his. “Baby…” I watched him take a deep swallow, and he lifted my hand, pressing a kiss to the skin on the back.
My breathing stuttered and my heart fluttered in my chest.
“Even still, sweet cheeks, you shouldn’t have been down here alone. It ain’t safe for a bitch to be unprotected.”
“I am sorry,” I said and began to cry. “Tiff and Jules followed me to your room and attacked me. They said they wanted to find out why you liked me over them, why you had left them for me…then they touched me, rid me of my clothes and kept telling me I was beautiful as they touched me against my will…”
The temperature in the room dropped fifty degrees as Ky’s face became glacial. “Those motherfuckin’ whores did what?” he exclaimed through gritted teeth.
“Ky.” I worried when I saw that glint of rage return and burn brightly in his eyes.
But Ky could not be soothed or tamed. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill them!” Jumping from the bed, he marched to the door and stormed into the hallway.
Clutching the linen in my hands, I dragged myself off the bed, struggling for breath at the discomfort of my face. I wrapped the sheet around me, covering my bare skin, and quickly shuffled to the bar after Ky.
Seeing him storm down the hallway and throw open the door, I picked up my pace and entered just in time to see Ky scattering “hang-around” men and tables out of his way. I followed the trail of destruction. In his sights were Tiff and Jules, being heavily guarded by Cowboy and Hush.
“You motherfuckin’ sluts!” Ky shouted at a frightening volume, attracting the attention of everyone in the lounge. Their terrified eyes fell on a seething Ky pounding toward them and they tried to back away in obvious fear.
“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!” Ky threatened. Suddenly, AK grabbed Ky from behind, holding him back, his hand barely missing their faces.
“Get the fuck off me, brother!” he roared at AK as Smiler jumped next to Ky, helping AK maintain his grip.
“Calm down, brother. What the fuck did the lickin’ twins do to you? Bit your cock or some shit?” Viking asked, looking back and forth between Ky and the women.
Ky stilled, then boomed out, “What did they do! They fuckin’ just attacked Lilah! Pinned her to the bed and had their fingers all over her tits and * as she screamed!”
This time, the entire room quieted and all the Hangmen stilled, realizing the seriousness of the situation.
Ky tried to break free from AK and Smiler, screaming, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you both, you ugly fuckin’ sluts! KILL YOU!”