"…that there won’t be anything left of you to haunt us."
His face twisted, whatever cool control he had left slipped, as rage broke free. "You are all nothing! Without me, none of you would be anything. I made you. I broke you! I am everything! You are nothing."
His outburst only solidified my resolve.
Marco wasn’t a monster.
Sure, what he did to me was monstrous...
But the man himself?
Pathetic.
A sniveling, frightened brat. Too greedy to stop taking. Too spoiled to accept denial.
I laughed, letting my amusement cut through his rant as I tuned him out completely. Turning my back on him, I walked toward Silas at the workbench, my eyes scanning each neatly arranged tool.
"Anything you want, little mute?" Silas asked, pressing a brief kiss to the top of my head.
"Yeah," I said, pointing to a curved paring knife hanging from the cork backing. "That one."
"Good choice," Silas replied, his brows lifting with quiet approval, a hint of pride in his smile.
"Oh, there's something I forgot to tell you both. I figure now would be a good time…" I said, trailing off as Knox and Silas turned to me. Marco finally quieted, realizing his tantrum was not affecting me at all.
"When Marco kidnapped me, he threatened me. Something along the lines of... tying you both up, and then fucking me in front of you. Oh, and then he mentioned killing you both and fucking me again next to your corpses."
Neither of my alphas looked pleased.
A low growl filled the room, and I watched Knox’s hand curl into a tight fist before it drove forward, slamming into Marco’s face. Bone cracked on impact, his head snapping back as blood spilled from a nose that had already been broken several times.
"I thought it would be fitting…" I started, my voice trailing as my confidence wavered for a split second.
Silas stepped closer, his attention sharpening, dark satisfaction flickering in his expression. "You want to finish what we started earlier in the workshop, Lena? In front of him. Before we kill him?"
I nodded.
"I want the last thing he sees to be the men I chose," I said, my voice steadying as I held Marco’s gaze. "The ones I gave myself to freely. I want him to watch it. To understand it. And I want him to die knowing exactly what a failure he is."
Marco went pale.
He sat in the center of the room, completely exposed, whatever control he had clung to stripped away, leaving nothing behind but the hollow outline of a man who was finally realizing he had lost.
"Done," Silas said as he lifted me easily by the waist and set me back onto the workbench.
Knox leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, watching us both, his gaze moving between his brother and me.
"Remember what I told you," Silas murmured, his voice low against my ear. "Anything you ask for, I’ll give it to you."
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my pants, dragging the zipper down before pulling them from my legs in one smooth motion. I started to lift my shirt over my head, but he clicked his tongue in quiet disapproval.
"No, little mute. Your body is for our eyes only."
His hand slid between my thighs, shifting my underwear aside before he pushed into me in one swift motion.
The sensation hit all at once, full and overwhelming, pulling a loud, unrestrained cry from my chest. Silas didn’t try to quiet me or cover my mouth. If anything, he seemed to welcome my screams, driving into me harder, faster, as if chasing the sound, pushing for me to become louder and more desperate.
My body reacted without thought, gripping, arching, and unraveling under the feeling of his cock stretching me, as everything blurred together into pure sensation.
