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She tried to put up a fight after I injected her at the club. She’s feisty, unwilling to give up. She’s going to make this hard for us, and my nerves buzz with excitement to see just how long she’s able to defy us.
My finger trails across her arm, examining a faint scar by her elbow extending down a few inches. It’s barely noticeable unless you’re close, but it’s the only imperfection I’ve seen so far on her body.
Everything about her is beautiful, even the scar, but I can’t help but wonder what she’d look like with blood all over her body. Fuck, I already know she’ll look like a wet dream with the deep crimson color coating her soft skin, running down her body.
My dick strains against my zipper, imagining all the dark things I want to do to her. The thought of her pressing her bloody body against mine as I fuck her into oblivion would be a dream. Her toned legs wrapped around my body as she screams out my name in both pain and pleasure is enough to make me come right here, but these thoughts are just that, thoughts. I can never have her; none of us can. She’s just a means to an end.
It might be nice to fuck her right before we kill her, though. I could come deep inside her sweet pussy as I slit her throat.
Rubbing my hands down my face, I force myself to stop thinking with my dick. She might be able to give us information we need on Novak, and I can’t let my desire for a bloody fuck get in the way of that. She could have what we need to take him down once and for all, and I’m ready to make moves.
“Are you gonna be able to do this?” I turn around, adjusting my dick, as I meet Blais’ dark stare.
“Are you?” He chuckles, glancing down at my obvious erection, then back to my face with a cheesy grin, but his eyes tell a different story. Blais has his problems, but he’s the only one of us that still seems to have a heart. He cares about this girl, even if she is here to destroy us, and I don’t want to lose him even further into darkness if we force him to do this.
“Of course. She’s going to give us what we want, then we get rid of her. I just need to know your head’s in it. If not, Theon and I can do it, but you need to tell me now.” I reach out and squeeze his shoulder for reassurance.
“He’s right, man. We’ve got it covered if you want to sit this one out. We won’t be mad if you do.” Theon backs me up, but I’m wondering if any of us can really do this. It’s clear she’s got those two sucked in and I’m quite curious about her, but I’ll always do what I have to, to protect my family. I’ve made that mistake before and I won’t make it again. So if I have to do this alone, I will.
“Nah, I’m good. I can do this. She’s just some girl, right? There will be plenty more.” He gives a soft chuckle, trying to mask his true feelings. It’s what he does, hiding behind humor, because the pain of his reality is too much to bear.
Giving Theon a look, he shrugs, moving over to the table with all of the blades, screwdrivers, and handheld saws. I drop my hand from Blais and walk over to Theon, bumping my shoulder against his.
“Are you good with this too?” I whisper, not trying to let Blais hear.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He doesn’t look at me, instead continuing to arrange each device for the third time since we got her here.
“You sure? You’re not acting fine. You almost ruined our plan at the club tonight.”
“I said I’m good. Don’t worry about it. Let’s just wake her up and get this over with.” Looking at him a moment longer, I decide to let it go. This isn’t our first time torturing people for information. He’ll be fine.
A low groaning has me whipping my head in her direction. Blais straightens his back, walking next to me, and Theon does the same. We stand in front of her to present an intimidating front. Glancing at each of them, they give me a nod. We’re in this together—as one. No matter what, we’ve got each other’s backs.
I’ll do anything to protect the only family I have left.
“It’s game time, boys.”
They say there’s the calm before the storm, but for me, it’s always been the calm after the storm that’s the most terrifying. Cleaning myself up, I head into the kitchen to face the calm that terrifies me. “Come taste this, babe.” Tommy’s voice drifts from where he’s cooking.
Not even thinking twice, I follow his too sweet-sounding order, my feet taking me to where he’s standing. I’m pretty sure they would even if I didn’t want them to. My body always seems to be the last thing to catch up with my mind.
“I made this amazing lime sauce for our grilled chicken. You’ve gotta taste it,” he purrs, holding the spoon up and pushing it into my mouth.
The sweet taste blends into tangy notes, an explosion of flavor bursting on my tongue. The man can cook, that’s for sure. It’s one of the reasons I fell deeply for him.
Smiling, I place my hand on his chest, my fingers burning from the contact. “That’s amazing, babe.”
His rich brown eyes pierce mine with a twinkle of pride as his grin spreads across his handsome face.
“I knew you’d like it. You know I’d do anything to make you smile, princess.” He leans down, kissing me with an amount of softness that doesn’t surprise me anymore. He always does stuff like this. The sweet gestures. The gentle touches. Trying to remind me of the man I fell in love with, the man I married.
My heart hammers in my chest and my body stills. I move my lips, going through the motions, hoping he won’t notice the repulsion I’m feeling.
I can’t do this anymore.
I can’t do the calm.
The calm is more terrifying than the crazy.
