CHAPTER 40: I WILL TAKE YOU AWAY

Jason’s POV

The next morning, I began preparing breakfast for all of us. With one more added to our number, I now had to cook for her as well.

I sighed, helpless and irritated. J’ust for Roman’s sake, so he won’t lose his shit again. Otherwise, I wouldn’t lift a finger for that bitch.’

I rummaged through the fridge, trying to figure out what I could make that she’d be allowed to eat—or could even digest in her state. I didn’t want Roman to think I was deliberately ignoring her needs.

Still unsure, I decided to ask Roman directly. If he had something in mind, he couldn’t blame me afterward. Unfortunately, that meant going to her room as Roman was there.

I didn’t bother knocking. If she got startled and started screaming like a lunatic again, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with hysterics, not first thing in the morning.

The room appeared empty when I walked in. Roman wasn’t there, and the bitch was not on the bed either.

Have they already moved to the side house?

Then I spotted her.

She was curled up on the couch, barely covered by a blanket that had slipped from her shoulders, letting me know she was naked under. Then, my gaze fell on the hospital gown discarded on the floor nearby.

My gaze narrowed at it and then to that bitch. ’These two, have they fucked already while she pretends to be so weak? What a whore?’

"Something happened now?" I heard the voice behind me.

Lucian stood beside me. "I watched you coming here. I thought the bitch did something again."

"Yeah," I muttered, my fists tightening. "She’s already turning Roman against us with her pity games... and now, looks like she gave him a good fuck too."

Lucian’s eyes swept the room. When he saw the gown on the floor, his mouth twisted. "This bitch is really something," he sneered. "Her used cunt just can’t go without being filled."

Our voices must have stirred her. She shifted on the couch, blinking awake. The moment she saw us, fear painted her face. She let out a hoarse scream, shrinking against the backrest like a trapped animal. It wasn’t as loud as last night—her throat was likely too sore now.

"There she goes again," Lucian sighed, unmoved.

"What are you two doing here?" The cold voice sliced through.

Roman stepped out of the bathroom the moment he heard her scream, his eyes immediately landing on us with a furious glare.

"Are we disturbing you two?" I asked coldly. "Must’ve been nice, fucking a whore the whole night."

"Shut up and get lost," he snapped, keeping his voice restrained as he hurried over to Eira.

She had her eyes shut tight, hands clamped over her ears, her entire body curled in on itself like she was trying to disappear.

"Eira," he called gently, kneeling beside her, but she didn’t respond.

"She probably listens better when you fuck her. That’s the only thing a whore understands," Lucian said with a mocking tone.

Roman shot him another deadly glare. "Didn’t I tell you to leave?"

Kael and Rafe arrived just then, clearly drawn by the noise.

"What’s going on?" Kael’s deep, composed voice cut through the tension.

Before we could answer, the bitch started to shriek like a mouse, as the scream wouldn’t come out of her dry and hoarse throat, and she trembled badly.

Her reaction grew even worse the moment she saw Kael, like his presence terrified her more than anything else.

"All of you, get the fuck out," Roman ordered, not taking his eyes off her.

"Why do I feel like I just walked into a public urinal?" Rafe muttered under his breath as he glanced toward the bed.

"Did she piss in bed?" Lucian sneered as we finally noticed the big wet patch on the mattress. "Are we supposed to babysit her now?"

"Not you," Roman said sharply. "I’ll take care of her. Just get the hell out."

Without waiting for our response, he turned back to her and crouched closer. "Eira, you don’t need to be scared. It’s alright."

I’d never seen him like this before. So soft. So damn gentle.

’What the fuck kind of spell has this bitch cast on him?’

He reached out and tried to help her sit up on the couch, but she shrank into the corner like she couldn’t bear to be touched. He didn’t give up. Moving closer, his voice softened even more.

"Alice told me once... that you get scared easily. And when you do, all you need is a comforting hug."

The moment she heard Alice’s name, she finally stopped shrinking and opened her eyes to look at him, as if finally reality got back to her.

Roman took that chance and gently pulled her into a hug. "I know you want to get out of here," he whispered. "Trust me, I’m taking you away. You’ll be safe."

This time, she didn’t pull away. She let him hold her.

"It’s all just so she can get out of here," Lucian muttered. "This bitch is clever. And our brother’s falling right into her trap."

Roman ignored him. He ignored all of us.

Then he looked at Rafe. "Can you get me a shirt or T-shirt from my room? Her gown’s ruined."

Rafe didn’t argue. He simply nodded and left.

Of course he asked Rafe, I thought bitterly. Probably because, other than himself, Rafe is the only one who hasn’t laid a hand on her yet.

I pushed down the sour feeling and asked, "I actually came to ask what you want me to cook for her."

He didn’t even glance my way.

"Don’t bother. I’ll cook for her," he said flatly. "We can’t afford another one of your stunts making things worse."

"Damn you," I hissed through clenched teeth. My intentions weren’t what he thought. But if he didn’t want to believe me, fine.

Rafe returned shortly and tossed a shirt to Roman.

"I felt lazy to go upstairs to your room, so I grabbed one of mine," he said casually. "I don’t wear it anyway."

We all stared at him in disbelief.

Lucian raised a brow. "Since when are you feeling generous toward the bitch?"

"Committed a few sins last night," Rafe said with shameless ease. "Figured I’d wash ’em off by handing out donations. Got a few more useless shirts if you need ’em."

"You go ahead and donate all you want to that bitch," I muttered. "Seeing her without clothes is makes me puke."

"If she disgusts you so much," Roman snapped, "then why the fuck are you still here? Leave."

"You can go to hell with that bitch," I spat, then turned and stormed out of the room.

I didn’t know why I was this angry. I just was. And the more I thought about it, the more it burned inside me.

Lucian followed, muttering curses under his breath.

"This bitch will tear us five apart," he said. "As if ruining our lives wasn’t already enough."