Chapter 302

“I’m going to kill him,” I gritted between my teeth the shifters with enhanced hearing gasp, some at the blatant disregard for life, others for confirmation that I was intending to do that, how safe are we if she’s killing people? Someone asked another or themselves but either way I didn’t care. Those same words made the Simeons bring on more flare to their cries and outburst, tending to this – this monster. For a quick moment, against my own will to forget I think of Rainy, and then the image of this piece of waste with Kayla. I’m not sure what it is that makes him understand if it was what I thought of, or if it was Rainy, “D – don’t – don’t kill – kill him, he – he has to – has to tell – tell them – them f-f-first,” her words whispered, no human could hear them but I drew my eyes from the sad form on the ground suffering – but not enough in my book – over to Rainy. Her words, he can’t just die, can’t just die. A shirt reaching her mid thigh now covers Rainy’s shaking form; Logan who I didn’t even see when I got here was struggling against Lukas, Nonno and Violet. But just as with me I can see that his ire is cooled – tempered down by Rainy’s plea. Coming from the bushes Marlon and Leland come with supplies handy, the same used when we searched for Oakley, “No, don’t help Brian,” I say clearly everyone listening, “What – what are you talking about? You – he’s in pain – you caused him,” Hope says shouting at me, a low growl from everyone makes her flinch back. They might not agree with whatever was going on – going to happen – but I was their superior, Alpha Female and that meant respect. One sharp nod both Marlon and Leland went to Fabian, “Lux do you have a holding cell?” his face whipped to mine questions in his eyes but he doesn’t ask them, “No, but we have the animal cages that he could fit it,” he answered all business. My eyes went to Rainy’s the deepest, blackest sorrow swirled in pools of blue, met green understanding, flickering to the animal on the floor and back to her I answered, “Lux that will do and I want everyone here over the age of 18 in the next twenty minutes.” I wasn’t paying attention to anyone but Rainy, until I heard, “You – you – will help my husband!” Jasmine says her voice rising and dropping all in that sentence, pointing between Marlon and Leland. “Daddy, it’s okay mom will get them to help you,” she cried, big fat tears falling down her face, and I couldn’t even feel sorry for her, he was a monster of the worst kind. When she glances up and sees me watching her, her eyes turn pleading, “He didn’t do anything, you – you just attacked him – he deserves care-” “He deserves to be chopped into tiny little pieces while he’s still alive so that his death is as painful as possible. I won’t have Marlon and Leland wasting time on him when he’s going to die anyways,” I answer coldly, “Do – do you know who that man is you’re crying over?” I asked her knowing she didn’t, she wouldn’t possibly be crying – her heart racing and thoughts confused – over this man if she did. She lifted her chin in defiance, behind her all I can see is Rainy being embraced by her mate, “It’s okay, you’re safe,” he whispered over and over, barely holding the reigns of his anger inside him but for his mate, he couldn’t react the way he wanted too, “babe – babe,” a tall lanky man approached with a small child in his arms from lower down the way on the beach, panting, “What – what they hell happened here?” he says holding the young child tightly against his body when she begins to struggle to be let down, his gaze bouncing back between Fabian and Brian – who had seemingly pasted out. Until he followed Hopes eyes to mine, “You want to know who he is, he’s my father and the nicest most caring man I’ve ever met, he’s a provider and is always ready to give out a helping hand. He’s a husband and a good one, he’s a grandfather and – and-” “And when you were thirteen years old, your mother said that you couldn’t go to the dance with the boy that asked you – you, because he was older and you were still young. You whined, you said that he wasn’t being fair and that neither was your mother… he laughed, chuckled twice actually and said, that there would always be other dances sweetheart. You whined some more and said that why is it important that he’s older if it’s only by two years. You said you hated how they treated you like a baby, and he said – said you’d always be his b-baby girl. He was just protecting you from things that you were too young to understand, you were still angry but you handed the phone off to your mother, he told her how much he loved her and that he would be home soon,” Rainy interrupted shaky, Hope turning to see who was speaking her eyes wide in confusion, as was everyone else in that family. “Do you want to know how I know all that Hope? How I know that he protected you?” Rainy asked her voice void of any emotion, but her face, the downturn of her lips, thin and shaking, the ends of her hair were turning purple, a light lavender right before my eyes. Gabriel pulled me against him protectively away from Rainy. “Huh… you want to know?” the coldness still there, “I heard him having that conversation right after he raped me when I was younger than you.”