HUNDRED TWENTY-TWO

Lucius pov

We barged into the living room and froze.

Never in my life had I thought that I would get this bloody turned on by seeing someone commit what technically was a crime. Murder, to be exact.

Funny how I wasn’t the only one who shared the sentiment.

“Fuck this, I’m as hard as a rock,” Titus muttered next to me.

I gulped, nodded and added, “same, love. Fucking same.”

The fact that both of us were wearing whatever clothing I found in the forest and it was too small wasn’t helping either. Titus looked like he was in pain, and Goddess, so was I.

This was the worst moment for one of us to sport an erection, but instead, both of us did.

The reason for that? Ha, simple. Eden.

Our woman was covered in blood from head to toes. Her step-mother’s lifeless body was tied to the chair while her step-sister kept screaming her head off. The brat was tied to another chair, facing the mother.

Eden, however, stood right behind the dead bitch, stared at her step-sister with zero emotions