No, he wasn’t my real father, but that was the role he’d been meant to play, and he let me down every day in every way he could.
He hurt the man I loved, his own flesh and blood, because his pride had to come first.
In the end, he did this to himself.
He should have killed me when he had the chance. Instead, he let me go. I recovered and grew stronger. Now, he was fucked. I promised him this day would come.
I thought I’d do it brutal and fast, but like I said, nothing was set in stone. My demons wanted to revel in his sorrow.
Looking into his terrified grey eyes and seeing his tattered robe, I couldn’t believe I’d ever been afraid of him.
“You ready?” Romero asked from across the room.
“Let’s do it.” I stood up and moved to the large Leviathan cross.
Cobra and Grimm helped Romero lift David up and carry him to the metal work table. Luther and Bryce entered the room, jogging over to help. His body was extended to fit the cross. Two people on each side held him in place as we got to work.
Romero placed the first steel stake mid-center of his wrists, right over the median nerve. “Make him bleed, baby.” He gave a devilish smile to egg me on.
Tightening my grip on the metal mallet I’d picked up, I swung it down onto the stake. blood gushed all over the cross bar and onto the floor.
The bone crumbled with swing number two. David screamed until his voice gave out, and his face turned beet red.
“Let’s hear him,” Grimm said, plucking the gag from David’s mouth so his screams filled the room.
We did his other wrists just the same, paralyzing both his hands.
Rome took over the ankles, holding the stake and swinging the mallet on his own, crushing the bone just the same as we did with his wrists. David passed out before the first foot was finished. He was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.
Grimm, Luther, Cobra, and Bryce lifted the cross up. The thick wood groaned from the weight of David’s body but held steady. Without any saying a word, they carried him away.
EPILOGUE-R
She knew if she moved, the knife would slit her throat. Trickles of crimson were already running in rivulets down her porcelain skin.
Not that it mattered, because she was wearing it like warpaint on every other inch of her it could spray. This was our new routine.
We played, and then we fucked. I had to admit I’d never enjoyed bloodshed this much, even on my own. The kill was twice as fun when my queen stood beside me covered in blood.
I rode her harder and deeper, fucking her so good nothing coming out of her mouth made sense.
The bed sounded like it was going to go through the wall.
She had a death grip on our ruined sheets, a light sheen on her body from struggling to stay in position so she didn’t come and die at the same time.
I could have fucked her until my lungs gave out. No one compared to my beautiful girl. The way she made me feel couldn’t be put into words, so I showed her through my actions as best I could.
When she finally came, her body fucking quaked around me. Her pussy locked down on my dick and didn’t let go until I was coming balls deep inside her.
I slowly pulled my knife away from her throat, laughing under my breath when she collapsed and let out a loud,“Holy shit.”
Removing my dick from his favorite place in the world, I pressed my lips to the O and M I’d added to her back.
When she pissed me off to the point I wanted to do things no man should imagine doing to the woman he loved, I wrecked her ass and added another letter.
Reaching under the bed, I carefully slid out the box I’d placed beneath it. I sat it right beside her before she could roll over.
She glanced at it, feeling the bed slightly dip from its weight, and then she fucking squealed like a girl.
