Chapter 36

Kayla "Oh! Carl, help me get in some clothes," I rush out, walking to the closet with him trailing behind me. I can't believe we just did that. Damn, I was so fucking horny out there. I can't let that happen again. We need to hurry before my dad kills grandpa. "Easy, babe, he won't kill him. Maybe just roughen him up or something," he mumbles, looking through my clothes, but I am not convinced. My dad has a bad temper, and he might do something out of rage that he'll regret later. "You don't know that, Carl," I retort. He pulls out shorts and panties before kneeling on one knee to help me put them on. I think there is nothing to hide from him anymore; he practically knows me in and out. "You trust people easily, angel. That will easily hurt you someday," Carl says, doing the zipper and the button of my shorts, but I ignore him. "Let's go", I mumble, holding his hand, but he stops me. " Don't I get a kiss after everything?" he smirks, and my face reddens. Why did he have to bring that up again? " Or maybe we save it for later? You know, when we continue what we had started minutes ago?" he teases, and I groan, hitting his chest with my less sore arm. He likes seeing me embarrassed. "It was a mistake and it's not happening again," I mumble, heading for the door. Carl spanks my ass and chuckles softly. I guess I just unleashed the manwhore in him. I regret it. "We'll see about that baby. I mean, you were begging me to touch you," I turn around and glare at the shameless man. If he's gonna go around reminding me of my moment of weakness, I would rather die with my hormones. I silently shake my head and proceed walking. He doesn't let me, though. Carl lifts me from the ground and carries me bridal style out of his room. "I'm sorry, baby, I was just teasing you," he whispers when he sees my regretful face and walks us to the basement. My grandpa is bound to an electric chair, and my father is inflicting all sorts of torture on him. I can't imagine doing that to my father no matter how many sins he commits. I can never hurt him. I wonder how he does it. "Father, stop!" I shout, wiggling from Carl's arms and rushing to them just when he's about to hit the old man's knees with a fucking hammer. "Please don't hurt him," I murmur, standing between them. My father stares at me with a scowl. He can never do anything that will upset me; that's why, through his rage, he drops the hammer noisily on the ground and walks out with clenched fists. I turn to look at my grandpa, who has his head down and sighs sadly. He is bleeding from his nose, his face is swollen from my dad's fists, and he has two bullet holes in both thighs. "Hey," I whisper, trying to lift his face, but wince at my sore arm. That causes him to tiredly look at me. He is drained, and he might bleed to death. "Please get him a doctor, Carl," I beg the man who is blankly watching the old man with no remorse whatsoever. What is wrong with these men? "Have Hailey come, Sam," he instructs in a bored tone, and I give him a pointed look. So he got himself a female doctor? "I'm sorry," the strained voice of Grandpa avert my gaze from Carl. I crouch in front of him, and I feel like crying at the sight before me. "I trust you," I whisper, and his eyes widen a little before going back to normal. "I know you can never hurt me without a reason. Will you tell me why you did that?" I request softly, and he nods without hesitation. My dad didn't have to use a hammer to make him talk; he should know his own people. How could he rush to judgment without even thinking through things? "Help me untie him, please," I tell the guard who is standing beside him on alert, as if Grandpa can do anything in this condition. I can't wait for the day my body starts functioning normally. Like a loyal guard, he is, he looks at his boss for permission, and Carl only nods. I'm glad he hasn't interfered with our family business, even though he doesn't trust the old man. Sam comes back after a while with a woman trailing behind him. I thought just maybe it would be an old woman, but no, she is younger, busty, and with abundant cleavage. Just the way Carl likes them. "Hey, Carl, you never called back," she chirps, walking to Carl, and I feel as if my heart is clenching. Of course, he has fucked her. Who even fucks his employees? Is Rico like him, too? "You are here for the old man, woman," Sam snaps, and I am grateful he talked before I could encounter another drama. The bitch moves towards us and practically shoves me out of her way. I almost fell, but thankfully, the guard steadied me. So she knows who I am? I will remember to reward her for that shove. This is why I hate being sick. "Careful, Hailey," Carl snaps, moving to hold my waist, but I quickly move away. I can't believe I let him touch me intimately. "What's wrong?" he asks, confusion clouding his features, but I move to the other side to make sure the woman doesn't poison my grandpa. She removes the bullets before applying medicine to the wounds and covering them up with bandages. She also applies ointment on the bruises after cleaning the blood, and after she's done, she goes to stand beside Carl. "You can leave," Carl grumbles after noticing I am acting this way because of their interactions. The woman kisses his cheek, and I hold my gaze with him and silently look away. What was I even thinking? I knew he would hurt me, and from the way my heart just squeezed, I'm in for big heartbreak. " Baby, listen..." he walks to me, but I hold out my hand to stop him. " I need to talk to my grandfather, please leave us," I tell the boys, but none of them makes a move. "Hell no, princess, no way am I leaving you alone with this man," Carl snaps, and I hate it. "And who are you again? I wasn't asking. Leave," I grit out, and Sam motions for the guy to follow him out. Carl hesitates for a minute before following suit, and I sigh. I hate this betrothed shit. I have a feeling that if it were Rico, he wouldn't go around fucking anything in a skirt. He's not perfect, but I think Rico would have made a better fiancé. "I'm sorry for what's happening, sweetheart. I should have done better," Grandpa whispers, and I kneel beside him, ignoring the hard floor hurting my knees. " You can talk to me," I look at him expectantly, deciding to just sit down because I don't have the arms to hold the ground with. "They took your grandma."