Valor

Chapter 21

*this is a long ass chapter (5500 words!) with all four brothers POV!! 

Kai

The whimpers of the man in front of me does nothing to ease the pain in my heart. I whip out my phone to check once again if Lilah has responded to any of my texts, but she hasn't muttered a word since I last saw her.

"Pl-ease."

The man mutters as I pocket my phone again, annoyed at myself for checking it for feels like the hundredth time today. It's so fucking annoying, and I want to storm over to her place and demand to know why she is ignoring me, but the slightly sane part of me knows it'll only push her away further. It's odd to have someone occupy my thoughts like Lilah does. The fact that I have no idea what she is doing at this moment annoys the fuck out of me. I feel the need to possess all of her time.

I wonder if I would be able to sneak in while she's out and put on cameras so I'd be able to check in whenever I want.

"I pro-mise I won't cro-cross you all ag-ain." The man says, his voice a pathetic whimper. It's honestly sad. He knows he's not getting out of here alive, yet he still is choosing to die like a fucking pussy. Have a little honor and go out fighting.

My Lilah would never cower, even in the face of death. I think it's what makes me like her even more. She might not be as crazy as me, but she possess the same darkness that occupies my body. I wonder if my little flower would enjoy the smell of this traitors blood as much as I do.

I inhale deeply, the distinct aroma of copper filling my lungs and making me feel high. I don't know exactly what it is about blood. Maybe it's the color or the thick consistency that coats your fingers when you run your hand along a cut. There is something about it that makes my dick hard and my heart pound.

I wonder if Lilah bleeds as prettily as she looks when she comes.

Out of nowhere comes a loud thumping sound from upstairs which temporarily distracts me from the man before me. What the fuck?

I thought I was alone. A wave of anger overcomes me as I wonder who the fuck is home. Maybe it's the bloodlust but I want to beat the shit out of whoever disturbed my torture session.

I let out a low growl, turning back to the victim before me. I can't leave him down here, he'll bleed out while I deal with whoever is upstairs. Now I'm even more upset. I grab the knife sitting on my workbench and grip the hair of the man making him wince and let out a pained groan.

I look directly into his eyes as I slash the knife across the man's throat, watching in awe as the man's life slowly leaves his eyes. It makes me feel powerful.

Normally I would drag my fingers through his blood and savor the feeling of it on my skin, but now I have to deal with the incessant thumping coming from upstairs. The entire time it wouldn't stop; if anything it got louder.

With a growl I drop the man and stomp up the stairs, but as soon as I close the door to the basement, I'm a little slow to realize that the thumping is actually someone banging on the front door.

What the hell? Who the fuck is beating the shit out of our door?

I glance down as myself and see a few sprays of blood on my shirt, but maybe it'll scare the little shit out of bothering me again.

I stomp down the hall, throwing open the front door, pure anger fueling me.

My anger is instantly replaced by confusion as I glance down at the five foot three person standing on the other side.