In Silence She Screams (Midnight Mayhem, #3)

by Amo Jones

There was, of course, no fucking reasoning with Killian. Saskia could say she wanted a goddamn planet, and the idiot would be on the phone to NASA like, “Yeah, someone give my girl a fucking planet or bodies start dropping.”

Welcome to Midnight Mayhem, where we fuck with your head because our heads fuck us on the daily.

His eyes come to mine. There’s sin lurking in those hazel eyes, and I’d bet my bottom dollar that he has no problem allowing people to repent on a Sunday just to let them touch it again on a Monday. Or at least think they’re touching it, because the rim of that hazel is a dark green, and we all know green is the color of mystery and deceit.

I’m not going to give him the answer he wants, and that is that sin is my favorite color.

I like playing with boys and girls—true—but money doesn’t lie and fuck you back.

“I’m gonna go ahead and suggest you wear the crown with your top hat.” “And why’s that?” I ask, reaching for my pack of smokes. “Because you’re looking like a fucking King.”

A voice laced in sleep, he is everyone’s worst nightmare with eyes people never forget.

Any other girl would see the flags and take them for what they are—red—but I’m partially color-blind.

I tilt my head back, closing my eyes to count to fucking ten because between him and Lilith, I’m fucked. It’s as though they’re both playing on the same team.

“The broody hard-to-get thing you have going on isn’t working, just FYI, so when you’re ready to swallow your pride, I can lube your throat with my cum so it goes down easier.”

Lilith is the kind of chaos you find yourself needing because she makes you feel like you’re not alone with your madness.

Lilith smiles, and in that moment, I would pretty much give my left nut just to see it again.

She slides her tongue beneath my thumb, and just like that, she fucking owns me.

Kyrin is dangerous. Being around him is like expecting a walk alongside a beautiful beach with a setting sunset in the background, only to find out those aren’t shells in the sand. They’re mines, and that setting sunset is more like the raining blood of his victims.

He’s like a hot flame in the middle of a snowstorm. I need him to keep me warm. The thing about fire, though, is it turns wood to ash, and pretty soon, all of the walls I built all those years ago will be nothing but dusted memories. I have to be careful with Eli because he’s the only one who makes me feel that way. Kyrin, on the other hand, would just burn all my shit to the ground and probably use my ash to lace his weed.

“You’re a fucking drug, Lilith Patience.”

“Because people will put bids on her.”

“Oh, they can bid on her all they want.” He

“She will still be coming home with us.”

I liked simple because it had no promise. There was never commitment in simplicity. Just an emptiness that never demanded to be felt.

The thing about the people who know how to ignite your rage are usually the only people who also know how to put it out.

Eli is halfway through shoving his phone into his back jeans pocket when his eyes fly between me and toward the back where Kyrin is. “The devil and the pet.”

find myself looking between Kyrin and Eli. One offers warmth and friendship, and the other offers carnage and power. They both offer pain.

“Game’s over, Little Devil. Ride his fucking face.”

“He’s outside, Little Devil. Go fetch.”

“I didn’t choose. I won’t choose. They’re both fucking mine. Now are you done?”

“Why don’t you ask me about my life, or—” I flick my hand up and down. “Treat me like I’m a ticking time bomb, ready to explode any second.” I watch as she backs up from the fridge, closing the door while carrying a tub of yogurt. “Because we’re all damaged, Lilith.” She pulls open a drawer and flicks a spoon in the air. “The fucked-up ones have to stick together. The rest don’t understand us.”

My brows raise and I turn to face Eli instinctively. There’s a sense of calm that comes with the connection between Eli and me. Security, warmth. With Kyrin, it’s chaos, obsession, control, but although they both offer me different things, as well as to each other, the impact is all the same.

They’re both fire and ice who would most likely straight-up kill each other one of these days.

“Yeah.” Kyrin shakes his head, stepping back from me to sit back onto the bed. I’m thankful for the space. “I already know all of that, Eli. I want you both, that’s a given. I’m an asshole and cold, but when I want something, I know I want it. I don’t tiptoe around someone I want. I fucking stomp all over them so everyone knows exactly who they belong to.” Darkness clouds his face. “And make no mistake, Eli, I do. I own both of you.” He breathes out a sigh, and all of my muscles that were tense since he walked in here release. “But I fucked up, and you and I both know she’s not going to let this go lightly. For right now, though, we need to get to the bottom of who is behind Patience, because all of this—” he waves his hands around the papers. “—and her father and Kij were run by a single person.”

“How much clearer do you need me to be? You’re both mine. That won’t change.” “I live in a different world, Ky. We couldn’t have chosen a more fucked-up throuple if we tried.” “We didn’t. That’s the fucking frustrating part.”

“I want this. You. Her. Whatever the fuck I need to make this happen.” He

“We’ll handle our Little Devil.”

I’ve heard of how people talk about Kyrin Nero. His interest is always a zero, but his body count is high. He fucks hard enough to leave the taste of himself burned in the back of your throat for years, so crisp that you’ll be whispering his name every time you think you aren’t.

Having both near me is like spreading balm over an open wound. It stings at first, but once that disappears, there’s nothing but relief. As if my soul has been dead for years and it’s now been given its first breath of air.

‘Always a rebel, forever a soldier, one as a lover, the other don’t bother.’

“I’m not going anywhere. Even when you fight me, him, and we fight each other, we’re all never going anywhere. Promise me.”

“I promise. For as long as we’re all together, I’ll fight for us.”

Eli is good for my soul. He keeps my feet on the ground and my head in check. Even when I first met him, I felt a calmness wash over me. But with that grounding, I need chaos. I need someone destructive, raw, and overbearing. I need someone I can be submissive with, and that’s where Kyrin comes in. My triple soul flames.

“So, why did we leave Kyrin behind?”

“Because I want to watch shit burn.”

The three things that every King has are their will to die for the people they love, the will to kill for the people they love, and the will to do absolutely whatever is necessary when it comes to the people they love.

They say when something colossal happens in your life, that everything else ceases to exist. Like the walls of the castle you spent all of your life building tumble to the ground.

I don’t care if anyone else is hurt or even where it came from, because right now, I’m losing a whole part of my soul that I didn’t know was there until he walked into my life.

“I love you, too, Lilith. His eyes are barely open, but he manages to swing them up to Kyrin. “I love you. Look after her and our child.”

Turning slightly, my eyes come to Kyrin, who still hasn’t moved from Eli. My heart snaps even further, the last bit that needed to crack before it was finally gone, resting in Eli’s chest forever. He can keep it. It belonged to him, not to anyone else.

Eli was the reason why I became who I did. My security, my best friend, the person I’d always trust.

“—I’ve never what? Cartier? What? Lost someone I love? No, I can’t say that I fucking have.” Taking a drag of my cigarette, I blow out a cloud of smoke while leaning back to look up at the ceiling. “You know I didn’t even tell him that? That I love him? I was too busy being fucking angry at him—which I still fucking am—for being there, that I didn’t.” My throat swells, strangling the words that want to come out. The tightness rises all the way up my throat until it cripples the marrow in my jaw.

She raises her little hand to my cheek, before a smile flashes across her face. The wind gets knocked out of me because she definitely got her daddy’s smile. The pain that was inside of me, crippling and unbearable, suddenly has metal claws closing in on it—containing the pain. For now, I can do it. For her.

Some would say they couldn’t imagine me falling in love with anyone, so I didn’t. I fell in love with two. We may have lost the other half of our soul mate, but he lives on in each of us, and definitely in Luna.