Page 20 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

I start to panic as my mind catches up to what is going on.

Using the fact that he has one of my legs between his while his knee spreads my other leg further out, I drive my knee up into his unprotected groin hard.

The second he is on his back coughing and now protecting his junk, I jump to my feet.

Using our switch in roles, I kick him square in the face.

His head snaps to the side, and he lets a deep growl from his chest making me slowly back away.

It’s never a good idea to take your eyes off any of them honestly.

“Oh Butterfly,” he laughs. Like a demon crawling out of hell, he gets to his feet. “That wasn’t smart.”

“Well I never claimed to be smart so..” I nearly start to run backwards. I know he won’t kill me but I don’t want to find out what else he’ll do.

“Your savior is here brother,” Gunner sings as he bursts through the door.

I look over my shoulder to see his smug smile grow as he takes in the scene. Nik’s chest is heaving and his nose is bleeding profusely and here I am, chest also heaving and swollen lips. I turn back to look at Nik, who is licking the cum and blood mixture from his top lip.

That’s gross dude!

“Do you want me to come back later,” Gunner asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Get her out of my sight, unless you want me to rip your toy in half, brother.”

“Like you could,” I taunt before I can think.

“Watch it Butterfly,” Nik warns, stepping forward.

I keep planted in place. I do want to get away from Nik but my alternative is Gunner. Neither seem like a good option right now.

“Butterfly?” Gunner looks in between us.

“Get her out of here NOW,” Nik snaps.

“Let’s go Little Devil,” Gunner laughs, grabbing me by the collar and throwing me out of the room.

He closes Nik’s door and gestures to head down the hallway. I start to speed walk to Baron’s office while my fingers mindlessly dance across my lips. I am not sure what that was, but I can’t let it happen again.

“Alley, I asked you a question,” Baron calmly states, bringing me out of my trance.

“What did you ask?”

“What happened with Nikolas,” he repeats, sounding calm but by the slight movement of his mask, I would say he’s not.

“What does it look like we did?” I roll my eyes pointing from my face all the way down to my bare feet. I am not about to tell him everything.

“Alley,” he sighs, rounding his desk and leaning against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

This is a typical intimidation move as I have come to realize throughout my life.

My ex-husband used to take this position after I would get so angry and cry on the bathroom floor.

Or when my ex-boyfriend Johnathan would cheat on me and I would confront him then threaten to leave.

I swear there has to be a How To Be Intimidating for Dummies handbook.

“If you want a play by play, ask him,” I huff.

“I’d rather hear it from your point of view.”

“Why? So you can twist it and use it against me?”

“Alley, I’m not twisting or using anything against you, yet.”

“Exactly, yet! Do you get off by preying on the vulnerabilities of women?”

“Kukla.”

“Baron.”

“Alley” He starts to grind his teeth. “What happened between you and Nikolas?”

“Ask him,” I say. “Do you get off by exposing their fears to your brothers and watching them make it a living nightmare?”

“Get off on it, in what way,” he sighs, reaching under his mask. I am assuming he is pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Sexually?”

“Not sexually, no.”

“Then what is it? Or did your mom beat the sadism into you?”

Can you go five minutes without provoking one of them please?

That doesn’t sit well with him because he stalks towards me. Unlike Nik, whose movements are jerky, Baron moves with grace and elegance. He carries himself with confidence that most men wished they had.

He slowly leans down and places his hands on the top of the couch caging in my head. He gets as close to my face without touching. The urge I have to sink into the couch is immense, but instead I close the distance between our faces.

“I am a patient man, Alessandra, but you are pushing it.”

Baron lifts his right hand, causing me to flinch and finally back away from him.

He doesn’t slap me though, instead his fingers start to skim my face, slowly trail down my neck to my pulse point.

It turns my blood to ice. Something about the combination of threatening words, gentle touches and his menacing stature makes me want to crawl out of my skin or cry in the fetal position.

I am not acknowledging the other feelings I have or the heat suddenly warming my core. Those feelings can fuck right off.

“You need to trust me when I say I will not let them hurt you, completely.”

“Completely? That’s reassuring. So just you then?”

“And Gunner,” he adds.

“I must be the luckiest girl in the world.” I resume my position millimeters away from his face.

“That’s enough.” His voice raises slightly. “Answer my question.”

“Go back to whatever ring of hell you crawled out of, Baron. I’m done answering your stupid questions.”

Baron lets out a deep exhale and hangs his head in defeat.

His hand goes from my neck and back to the top of the couch.

I keep my eyes on his head as it shakes back and forth, but that only lasts a few seconds.

The squeaking of the leather material being strangled catches my attention.

His knuckles are turning white as he fists the scrunched top.

Even through the fabric of his dress shirt, I can tell his muscular arms are rigid.

In a blink of an eye, he picks me up by my waist and with ease throws me across the room. I land and slide across his desk taking the majority of the items crashing to the floor with me. I can’t help but to groan in pain as I again land on my bad side.

It hurts so fucking bad, that the pain is just radiating through my body. I need them to stop throwing me as if I am a damn frisbee. I need them to let up but for them to do that I have to give in to what they want. I guess I can give a little to Baron.

“Baron,” I plea, rolling on my back.

“Oh the time for begging hasn’t even begun,” he grinds out, standing above me.

“What do you fucking want from me,” I whimper.

“Answer my questions like a good girl,” Baron hisses. “What I have asked for has never changed.”

“Fine.” I try to make myself small while scooting into the bookcase.

“What else happened with Nikolas?” He starts to unbutton his cufflinks.

“He forced his cock down my throat,” I gulp as he starts to roll up his sleeves. “Then he kissed me. Happy now?”

He crouches down only a few inches in front of me. His mask slowly turns to the side like he is a killer in a slasher film. Again absolutely horrifying, but at least my tears of pain mask my tears of terror.

I’m not sure what he is searching for, but his covered eyes are boring a hole in my face. He starts to lean forward on his palms to get a little closer. I finally get a good look at the black and white tattoo on his left forearm.

It appears as if the smoke with faint faces is circling different masks.

Each mask portrays a different emotion, starting with terror on the bottom, sadness on the left, happiness on the right, anger in the middle, and so on.

Each mask has stitches on the top with a wire hanging from the last stitch that runs underneath his rolled-up sleeve.

“He kissed you,” he questions.

“Y-yes,” I stutter while he moves to straddle my legs.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I bit his bottom lip and he kissed me.”

“That’s odd.” He leans forward and both his hands rest on the book shelf behind my head again caging me in.

“Why is that odd?” I scoot up to sit a little taller.

I almost topple to the side when my hand slips on a small globe like object. I clutch it in my hand and keep it still hoping he doesn’t see.

“Neither of them kiss,” Baron answers. His covered eyes feel like they are trying to rip through mine to get to my soul.

“W-what do you mean,” I whisper. I’m not sure if my question is just referring to the kissing part or the them part.

“You have no idea what you have unleashed, Kukla.” His hand moves to gently push my hair behind my ear.

That’s too intimate!

We need to run!!

NOW ALLEY!

For once I listen to the voices in my head and slam the globe into the side of his face.

It’s enough to crack that disturbing theater mask and catch him off guard.

I am able to get my leg from in-between his and kick him in the chest. He lands against his office chair causing it to knock into his desk.

He’s a heavy bastard because the desk slightly slides across the wood floor.

I try to lift my broken body up, but I only end up falling back down to the same spot.

With one last shot, I use the shelves to hoist myself off the ground and hold my position.

Baron lets out this demonic noise that I can’t honestly describe causing my eyes to dart to him. He slowly rises to his feet holding his palm up to stop the guards. Standing at his full height, he rips off the busted mask and discards it behind him. His fiery eyes are set on me.

I gasp when I finally get a full view of his face. Of course the mother fucker is drop dead gorgeous. In more of a rugged sexy death machine with a pretty face kind of way.

The blood dampens his light brown hair as it trickles down from the hairline to the top of his eyebrow enhancing the glow of his perfectly tan ivory skin.

His square face softens to a rounded chin with the slight mocha stubble blurring the harsh line of his jaw.

His nude lips, with the top being slightly thinner than the full lush bottom lip, are lifted at the corners.

But it’s not the terrifying smirk that has the oxygen escaping my body, no, it’s his intense green eyes.

The color is so vivid that it looks like someone took a picture of evergreens and over-saturated the color.

Trying not to drool over the deep color, I focus on his deep set hooded eyes, noticing the subtle differences in size, with the left being slightly larger.

Unlike Nik’s eyes, his stare isn’t void or detached, they are full of an emotion I cannot decipher.

I just don’t think it can be good since the grin on his face has turned into a full blown smile that will forever haunt my nightmares.

Can’t one of these guys be as ugly on the outside as they are on the inside?

Stepping in front of me, I have to crane my head all the way back to keep eye contact. I don’t dare look away. The flash of black and ivory is all I see before my head is knocked into the bookshelf.

“Fucker,” I groan falling forward and face planting into the hardwood flooring.

“Get her to medical and someone in here to clean this mess,” he commands.

I can feel strong arms lifting me from the ground but I don’t have the energy to fight, so I just let them take me. I hear his footsteps hit the tile flooring signalling that we are out of Baron’s office and in the main hall.

“Stay with me, Little Monster ,” the person whispers into my hair.

Are we dreaming?

That voice is familiar.

But from where?