“Do you have an answer for me, Jax?”
He doesn’t answer, instead he slowly turns his head towards her and spits at the ground in front of her. The little devil looks to the spit and slowly backs up to Jax, “That’s fine.” She moves quickly, like a blur of light, and before we’ve even connected the dots of movement, she has already cut off his thumb.
He yells with gritted teeth, eyes swelling up with tears that never fall. “Would you like to answer me now?” she asks.
“It was Somatomax.” he grits out. “Just enough to get you a little sick and fall asleep,” he explains. She turns to Max to make sure he heard the information and moves onto her next question.
“Great, thanks. Now I really don’t want to get more blood on my pretty dress, so will you be more forthcoming?” She asks him in a condescending tone, making both Brandon and I snort. Dean has yet to react at all, as usual. You’d think he was sitting here watching paint dry.
Jax nods and the little devil continues, “What did the Cambions offer you to cross us?”
Hearing her refer to us as a unified group makes my cock harden in my pants.Us.She has started to see herself as one of us. This is great news, because that means maybe, just maybe, we can all have the same woman, and it’ll bring us all even closer. Solidifying us together for life.
Jax never answers that question. It’s clear that he won’t give it up. It’s the only other question we needed answered, other than knowing who exactly leads the Cambions. We just need to know what he was offered to betray us. The drug question was to verify what we already knew. He had been stealing from our supply and distributing it to the Cambions and using the drug to lure more skin for the trade.
The lack of answers wasn’t due to the little devil's tactics. She got more twisted than I have in some scenarios. I’m currently looking at a fingerless, toeless, tongueless slab of meat on my table. She did not carve her sparrow symbol in his palm so as to not risk giving away her identity after people saw them together tonight. Smart little devil.
She did a good job, and watching her work was like art in motion. We went through fourteen different songs and even resorted to water-boarding after she had removed all his fingers. When the rag fell off, she took a staple gun and stapled the rag into his face to hold it in place. Nothing was working. After she removed his toes, she took his tongue since he decided he didn't want to speak, and currently she is sewing his lips together.
The others couldn’t watch anymore after she had ripped the rag off of his face and the staples took out chunks of his flesh. I stayed, completely hypnotized. She was crafted specifically for me, and Brandon was right when he said the little devil was our own personal brand of crazy.
She fit so seamlessly tonight, and after coming for me in the limo, she sealed her fate. She isn’t going anywhere. She is officially ours whether she recognizes that or not, she is a Karma.
16
Conservation of Charge
Zoe
I failed. I worked on Jax for almost six hours, and I failed. The dumb-fuck had to go and bleed out on me, so I never got the answers we needed. The answers I needed.
The more I’m around the Karma boys, the more I’m sure they aren’t connected. They can’t be. This changes my plans. I can’t take down the Cambions from the inside like I thought. It looks like we need to work together to eradicate this skin trade.
I could have sworn that the Karma boys were dirty, but it’s clear now that they don’t fuck with the Cambions.
I know my father started the Cambion skin trade organization; I saw him myself. I saw what he did to those women and children. He took them from the streets and put them in massive pens like cattle. Once I was old enough, he taught me everything he knew. He trained me to manage his operation. He trained me in other ways too; horrendous ways. Ways to teach you to kill or be killed. When my father realized I was no longer his puppet, there were rumors circulating the trade that he wanted to “train” more women the way he created me… human weapons.
That was the reason I killed him. I couldn’t sit back and let him torture others the way he did to me. He had to die, and it had to be by my hands. There’s only one problem, I know he had an assistant. A second-hand man that helped run tests on me. Inever figured out who was working with my father, or what they looked like. I assume he’s still out there, lurking around the skin trade. Looking for me.
That’s the scariest part.
“Where’d you go?” Brandon asks as I sit at the kitchen table. All of the men have joined me at the table except for Teddy, who is still in the basement disposing of Jax.
“Nowhere, I’m just pissed that I didn’t get what we needed.” I sigh, taking a sip of beer from the bottle.
“It happens,” Brandon says, “He was trained well, and knows how to separate himself from what's happening to him. I’m sure Teddy wouldn’t have been able to break him either, princess.” He gives me a reassuring grin then takes a sip of his beer.
We sit in a comfortable silence as we all stare at our own hands, thinking of what the hell to do next.
I’ve already showered and changed into a baggy t-shirt and just my underwear. I think we’ve passed being modest around here. Hell, they watched me get off on Teddy’s thigh in the limo a few hours ago. They also just watched me carve up a man for hours on end and saw the darker side of me only my victims get to see.
“There you go again,” Max spoke up, “You keep fading away into thought.”
“Sorry, it’s just been a long night and I’m starving,” I half laugh.
The others smirk back at me. “I always get hungry after a mission. Pizza is my go-to.” Brandon adds.
“Then get some pizza here, please.” I groan. Luckily the nearby city has a twenty-four-hour pizza place that delivers anywhere within an hour radius of itself.
