You Are Mine, Little Sister novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

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My whole life, I never thought fear could sink its claws this deep into my soul. It wasn’t just the kind of fear that prickled your skin or made your hands shake; no, this was primal, bone–deep terror. A nightmare come to life, glaring at me with a cold, unrelenting stare.

He was, of course, bigger than the last time I’d seen him. Broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his leather jacket, and his chest and arms bulged with the evidence of countless hours spent in the gym–or in fights.

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He looked like the kind of man who broke every law, every rule, and left a track of blood as he went. And right now, he stood in front of me, his dark eyes glinting like obsidian pools under the dim light of the room.

Oh, God.

My guts had been right at all along. The monster that was my brother had shadowed me for sixteen years. How unfortunate could I be?

He glared at me in a way that made my skin crawl with fear. He glared at me, not with hatred but something far worse–like I’d stepped on his toes and he was ready to do really bad things to me.

His black clothes–including his gloved hands–were covered in blood, and I could only be disgusted knowing it was the blood of Innocents who didn’t deserve the fate that had met them. People that died because of me.

I willed my legs to move, to run, to do something. At last, they obeyed.

My lips trembled as I took a shaky step back. The whole time, he didn’t look away from me.

I turned and bolted, but I didn’t miss to catch the glimpse of him running after me.

My heart hammered so loudly I could hear it over my panicked breaths. My feet barely touched the ground as I sprinted for the room Adam and I had been in earlier. My one thought was to lock the door, to put some kind of barrier between myself

and the monster.

Fuck, if this could turn out to be a nightmare, I’d be grateful for the rest of my life.

I reached the room and began to slam it shut when a force stronger than anything I’d ever felt shoved it back.

No! There had been a good distance between us. There was no way he could have closed the gap so quickly!

A scream died in my throat as I came face to face with grey eyes, cold and empty. His face was sharper now than it had been all those years ago, with a brow piercing and a faint scar tracing his upper lip, just before the curve.

I screamed this time, abandoning the mission of locking the door as I backed further into the room. My gaze darted around, searching for an exit that didn’t exist. He had the door blocked and there was no other exit in the room. I was trapped and truly fucked.

His eyes held a murderous glint as they looked at me, and for a moment, I thought he might kill me as he did those men downstairs.

He still had the bloodied knife in his hand, in a grip that made me think he still had plans for it.

Suddenly, I felt a glimmer of hope when Adam came up behind him. His face was pale and glistening with sweat. His right leg was smeared with blood, and his limp betrayed the pain he was enduring.

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Chapter 13

He had a gun in his hand, his eyes glaring daggers at the monster who didn’t know he was there yet.

Relief flooded me, mingled with dread. Tears stung my eyes as I prayed silently for Adam to get him.

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Adam raised the gun. But as though sensing the shift in the air, the monster turned in a fluid motion–an uncanny, almost inhuman speed–and swatted Adam’s hand with an accuracy that left me breathless.

The shot went off, but it struck nothing but air.

I shrieked, shutting my eyes briefly.

The next moment was chaos.

Adam swung the gun’s barrel, desperate to land a hit, but the monster dodged with unnerving ease. Every blow Adam tried to deliver was met with a counter so swift and calculated it felt like the monster had rehearsed this exact scenario a hundred times.

Next thing, he was kicking and punching Adam so hard, and at the same time, with such calmness like he was so used to it. He didn’t look winded.

In my distraught state, I looked around, concluding that I needed to do something otherwise, I might be dead with the rest

of them.

The first sensible weapon my eyes fell on was the heavy lamp on the dresser. I grabbed it without thinking–or maybe I did think of what would happen if I eventually missed like the others. Would he hurt me like them?

He was occupied with fighting–or beating–Adam, and his back was turned to me. So, maybe I did have a chance.

My hands trembled as I lifted the lamp above my head, then swung it with all my strength. There was a dull thud as it connected with the back of his head.

For a heartbeat, hope sparked within me. Yes!

But the hope died just as quickly. He froze for a moment, his shoulders stiffening, and then turned to face me. Slowly. Deliberately.

His dark eyes, like bottomless pits of fury, locked onto mine. If rage could be a tangible force, it would have burned me alive right then and there. He looked unaffected by the blow, as though I’d hit him with a feather instead of a weighted lamp.

Adam was at his feet now and at his mercy, and before I knew it, the back of his palm struck my face.

Pain exploded across my cheek, causing me to stumble backward and collide with the dresser behind me. The lamp clattered to the floor, the sound deafening in the otherwise suffocating silence. My vision blurred as stars danced before my eyes while I clung to the edge of the dresser for stability.

When the pain subsided and my vision cleared, I could take note of my surroundings again, I saw him. This time, he was holding Adam by the hair. He had him on his knees, beaten and bleeding, and both of them were now facing me.

“I told you I was going to make you watch,” he said the words to me.

His voice… it had a chilling depth, a frosty undertone that dripped with menace.

“No…” I shook my head, a tear finally slipping through.

But I might as well have said nothing, because he lifted the knife to Adam’s face, slicing him open.

A horrified scream escaped my throat, my hands clamping over my mouth!

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My brain yelled at me to move, to do something. But every bone in my body was involuntarily stiff, my legs feeling like they

were encased in cement.

Adam let out a choked grunt. And right there, I watched as the Monster cut him open, doing just what he’d said he’d do.

Blood splattered on the floor, some of it rolling to my feet. The sight was indescribable; like it was happening straight from a horror movie.

Or perhaps, I was dreaming. Perhaps, I’d wake up and discover this was all a nightmare.

Adam’s limp body dropped to the floor. He was…dead.

The dessert I had eaten at Misa’s party–a sweet but cloying tiramisu–threatened to claw its way back up. I was so disgusted and horrified, though, that all I could manage were a stream of tears.

It was even more terrifying that the Monster did all of these with so much satisfaction, like he’d do it again in a heartbeat if he had to.

When his cold, lifeless gaze lifted to meet mine, the tremors running through my body grew so violent I could barely stand. My legs wobbled beneath me as though the ground itself had begun to quake.

I stumbled back until my spine pressed against the wall. Another dead end.

The Monster moved toward me, and in that moment, I felt my whole world coming to an end. I was going to die.

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