“Hello, little bird. I see you managed to survive.” Clayton tilts his head, and his eyes fixate on the nasty scar he slashed across my right cheek. The one that runs all the way from the lobe of my ear to the corner of my mouth. It’s the one I’m the most insecure about because I can’t exactly hide it under clothes. “Remember how beautifully you sang for me?” the bastard croons and has the audacity to smirk at me.
Red-hot rage blinds me, and my knuckles turn white on the hilt before I thrust the blade into his thigh as deep as I can, eliciting a surprised, agony-filled scream from him. Dragging the blade all the way to his knee, I smile—all teeth and sharp edges. He thought I didn’t have it in me.
Well, tough shit, hijo de puta, you’re going to get exactly what you deserve.
“Who’s the little bird now?” I taunt.
“You fucking, bitch!” he spews and struggles against the restraints, but he only manages to dig them further into his skin.
The smell of burned flesh crawls up my nose as I take the blade out and then lodge it right between his legs. He howls like an injured animal as blood flows from the wound in rivulets, and pure satisfaction blooms inside my veins. “What was that? Ididn’t quite hear you.”
“That’s my girl,”Logan says proudly in my head.“You’re so goddamn sexy right now. You look like a warrior goddess. Fuck, I’m hard as stone, baby.”
I turn around, and the heated look in Logan’s eyes turns my blood to liquid fire. The air between us sparks, and I want to go to him, but instead, I tell him, “Later,” and wink before turning around to finish what I started.
“You know what they say about karma,” I muse as I take the blade out of Clayton’s dick with a wet pop. Lifting my hand, I drag the sharp tip on his cheek until I reach the ear lobe and start carving him the same way he carved me, with slow and meticulous movements, until I reach the corner of his mouth. But I don’t stop there; I give him the full Joker smile.
He continues screaming as I glide the blade through skin and muscle. I should probably be worried about how thirsty I am for blood, but for some reason, I simply don’t give a fuck. The old Ava would spill her guts all over the cement floor if she saw me right now. Still, I can’t bring myself to conjure any feeling of guilt or remorse.
“This is for Tony,malparido,” I seethe.
Slash.
“And this is for me.”
Slash.
“For Josh and his family.”
Slash.
“And for every other innocent person you robbed of their future.”
Slash. Slash. Slash.
After I take everything I need to quench the thirst for revenge, I let Logan put a silver bullet dipped in aconite in Clayton’s brain. When the light dims from his eyes, all I feel is a complete sense of peace. I wait for the crippling guilt to come, but it never does.
38
Logan
Isay my goodbyes to Emily and my mother before closing the front door of my house and making my way to the stairs. We had a quiet dinner at my place to celebrate mine and Emily’s birthday. Kaiden, Malik, and Dominic were here as well. They left earlier, and my mother and Emily stayed to help clean up. The big party will take place tomorrow, where the whole pack will be present.
Entering the bedroom, I almost trip on my own legs like an idiot. But my jaw still practically hits the floor when my eyes take in the image before me. The room is illuminated only by candles scattered all around, their flickering light bathing Ava in a soft glow. She’s wearing the sexiest contraption I have ever seen, a fiery red lace bodysuit that leaves nothing to the imagination. Allmy blood travels straight to my dick, and I’m instantly rock hard.
“Happy birthday,” Ava purrs and saunters toward me with feline purpose.
“Fuck me,” I mutter under my breath shakily. “Are you trying to kill me, baby? Because I’m certain I’m having a heart attack.”
Ava laughs huskily, but before I can grab her and devour her like I want, she sinks to her knees in front of me and unbuckles my belt. She lowers the zipper slowly as her teeth sink into her lower lip. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’m feeling like the luckiest bastard alive at this moment. She hooks her fingers into my boxers and lowers them alongside my jeans. My cock juts out, and she looks up, her eyes smoldering as our gazes lock. Topaz green fire singes my skin with flames of desire.
She licks her lips like she can’t wait to taste me and wraps her right hand around my base, pumping once, twice before she takes me into her mouth to the back of her throat. Intense pleasure seizes my lungs as my blood drums in my ears, a staccato rhythm that incinerates me from the inside out. For a few seconds, I forget how to breathe entirely. God, this woman. She hollows her cheeks, and her eyes don’t leave mine as she starts bobbing her head while her wicked tongue licks at the underside of my cock in a way that makes my vision blurry.
“Fuuuuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good,” I growl and wrap her hair around my hand before grabbing the nape of her neck possessively.
She moans around me, the vibration increasing the pleasure tenfold. Her perfect, rosy nipples draw to hard tips and strain against the red lace. My mouth waters with the need to taste her. “I can smell your arousal, Ava. Is my dirty girl’s pussy wet from sucking my cock?”
She whimpers in response. “Then play with that pretty pussy, little wolf,” I command in a raspy voice. She lowers the hand that was massaging my balls, pushes the lacy material coveringher pussy to the side, and drags her finger along her soaked slit before she starts to move it up and down over her clit.
