Wrong Move

14 - My Hands Were Red

Taylor

"Huntie baby? What's going on?" Casey paused in front of me with her hand hovering over her mouth.

I felt like my head was about to explode.

"Casey, you need to run. Get help! This guy is not who you think he is. He's hurt Wren. He's trying to take down Iron, and probably the whole of Sleepless Knights while he's at it" my words stumbled together, shaking with the rush of adrenaline that surged through my veins at the sight of my cousin. I hadn't seen her in months and she didn't seem herself. She was dressed as if for a date, with a flared miniskirt and low-cut top. Her make-up was artful and her hair fell in long, blonde waves around her shoulder. But there was something missing. Casey had always been the light in every room, but looking at her, I could barely see any spark at all.

What had happened to her? She froze for a second before pulling her phone out and mashing at the buttons. Hunt walked over and plucked it out of her hands.

"Well darlin', seems your cuz is harder to fool than you. Now I got the complete set." He tossed the phone to one of his guys. "We'll call Iron in a moment, but I want to get those tears going first"

"What?" Casey said, her hands hovering in the air and her face frozen with confusion. He reached forward and pinched her chin hard enough that she gasped.

"Oww, what are you---" she protested, but he shushed her. Casey slid me a wide-eyed look, and I wanted to shout at her. Did she not understand what was happening right now? How was she even here, with Hunt, his girlfriend? Hunt dropped his lower lip out and laughed huskily.

"Be quiet now. I've had just enough of that mouth. Months of listening to your drivel, sifting through the worthless shit you spout to get information. You're not the brightest, are you, honey?" He turned Casey bodily and snapped his fingers at Michal. "Get me some ties. I need to send a photo of to her daddy."

"Hunt?" Casey repeated, utterly confused, her head twisted back and her eyes filling with tears.

"Shhh, shhh, it's alright. It wasn't all bad was it, it wasn't an imposition to ride between those thighs" he made a kissy face at her, tightening the ties until Casey flinched. He pushed Casey in the back and she stumbled over to me, her hair a curtain over her face.

"I don't---what is going on?" Casey said as he pressed on her shoulders, forcing her to her knees in front of him. He just smiled down at her, like a shark. He thrust his hips into her face, his head thrown back.

"See, that's how I like my women. What about you, sweet morsel? Your cuz liked to pretend she was too good to suck my dick. But I bet you'd be fire, it's always the quiet ones"

Casey sobbed, as if that insult broke through the haze she was in.

"Y-you lied?" she said, watery and mystified. I moved my hands discreetly, feeling the ties soften around my wrists.

"He's a Grey Hog, Casey," I said to her, and she narrowed her eyes at me.

"I know that!" she hissed, and my face screwed up in disbelief. Hunt moved to stand in front of me and I pressed against the wall, desperate to hide the knife in my hands.

"Oh yeah, Casey knows who I am. But she made the mistake most women do. She thought she could change me. So I played right into her little delusions, let her think she was leading me around by my cock. All the while, she fed me meals of information about Sleepless Knight. Almost as tasty as you, little morsel. Though she almost blew it by pushing into Church." He tsked under his breath and cupped my face. "She told me all about her selfish cousin, the one who got pretty, who caught the eye of her ex. I said I'd take care of you for her. Do you know what she wanted?" he drew a line with his thumb slowly down my face.