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“Just my latestpetproject,” he confirmed.
Emphasis on the one word which told us everything about his newest and latest obsession. Jesus. Unlucky girl.
Chapter19
Texas
Two weeks, and we hadn’t dug up any further information on the job we were working on; it had started to really grate on me. It felt deliberate. Like someone was delaying our finds, stalling us. But why? For what purpose?
I looked back to my current task, completely unimpressed with the waif of a man before me. If you could even call him a man. A tiny bit of pain and he sang loudly. Even if we didn’t finish him off—which we would—he’d be taken care of the minute he stepped back into his territory, killed as a traitor. Worst way to go if you were blood in with a gang or similar, traitors’ death.Fuck that shit.
Dying with no honour, as an embarrassment. Technically, we were doing him a favour. I smirked.No, we weren’t. We’d gotten everything we needed from him. Now Drew and I casually played with our prey before doing the kindness of swiping him off the face of the earth.
Palming the handle of my switchblade, I swiped his calf muscles with added pressure, a little deeper this time as he slumped forward to alleviate the pain, struggling to hold his balance where he’d been tied up and hooked from the ceiling in the middle of one of our interrogation rooms. He’d been hung like a pig heading for slaughter.
I snorted a laugh, loving when I got to dive deep into the disorder I cultivated. Within the Owls, I wasn’t forced or pressured to do particular tasks. My leash wasn’t tight like some others because I knew my limits, aware that I needed the bloodied remains of my adversaries to drip from my hands.
The calmness that overtook me when I divulged in activities like this could rival a good rough fuck. No, it was a hundred times better than that. Slicing a few more times, I cut greater gashes down the entirety of his arms. Drew chuckled darkly next to me, awaiting his turn.
Blood ran down his bruised, naked body. We’d worked him over well. Pulling his fingernails out one by one, toenails followed. He became a decent punching bag for a while. His face was puffy and bloodied, with blue and black lacerations, making him unrecognisable.
“Finish it.” I backstepped, allowing him to take the floor.
And he did. Drew went to town as I leaned back against the wall, tossing my now closed knife between the palms of my hands, observing him dismantling a full-grown man bit by bit. Well, more than what we’d already done to him.
A smirk tugged at my lips; people assumed I was a type of path. Psychopath, sociopath. One of those. But they couldn’t be further from the truth. When you surrounded yourself with people whose fury matched yours, and whose demons danced nicely alongside your own, you didn’t have to hide the bloodthirstiness swimming in your veins that made you who you were.
“You perverted cunt.” Drew sneered. “Not even hell would welcome a sick bastard like you.”
I agreed. Hell had more taste.
Then he proceeded to stab the man directly through his left eye with his own flick knife. We had them given to us once we passed initiation, but they’d been marked slightly differently, which allowed us to never mix them up. One of a kind, not each individual one was ever exactly the same.
The man bellowed as Drew yanked it back out with such ferocity that the eyeball followed with a sickening sound. He flicked it off onto the floor like an annoyance, making a splattering noise as it hit the tiled surface.At least it will clean off easily.
I knew I was bloodthirsty; I sat comfortably with that confession. But Drew, he was a different breed than the rest of us. He’d honestly be suited more to an outlaw club or gang. I asked him once about it, questioning why he stuck around with the Owls. He replied that his loyalty had stayed with us since we tethered him while also allowing him some sort of semblance of a life. And that was that.
Sometimes, not very often, but just sometimes… the torture he inflicted even made me internally shudder. That was how I knew I wasn’t a diagnosed path, because buried somewhere deep down within me I had limits, however small and far away they may have been.
I pulled out my phone as it vibrated in my back pocket. “Drew, brother, you nearly done?” I questioned, and he put up his hand indicating five minutes. I nodded as he got back to work, and I thumbed off a reply telling my dad we’d be upstairs shortly.
I strolled into the room with Drew following close behind, lowering myself into one of the seats before leaning back. I spotted dad in the room with Dorian nearby as always. If I didn’t know he loved my mom with all his heart, I’d be concerned that he and Dorian were having some secret love affair. He didn’t swing that way though, not that I would care if he did.
Love was love, sex was sex, and all that. I knew guys and girls who were gay, bisexual, lesbian. You name it, my judgement was based solely on character, not sexuality. However, I never minded watching a bit of girl on girl though. It was worth its weight in viewing gold.
“You’ve not cleaned up,” Hollis stated.
I was aware that his observation skills were second to none, but I just raised an eyebrow at him, hoping the sarcasm came across in my expression.
We’d been summoned upstairs as soon as possible, so instead of grabbing a shower in one of the many bathrooms provided in the building, we ventured up here where these three were waiting for us. Couldn’t complain about the circumstances if they’d called it. We made sure to wash the blood from under our fingernails, obviously.
I shrugged my shoulders, hoping to get this conversation moving along swiftly. Dried up blood on clothing was the worst. It crusted and hardened, making it near impossible to peel from your body.
“What happened the other night?” dad queried, and I levelled him with a look to expand on the basic question. I wasn’t a mind reader and had no idea what night he’d been implying.
“Your visit to wherever Obsidian set up this time,” he supplied helpfully with an air of judgement.
Ah, that night. Of course. Who’d forget a night venturing to the manor house turned sex club for the evening. Obsidian was a moving sex event; the dates were set up in advance that you had to RSVP to gain entry. In the past I’d been known to toy around there, alongside some men within the Owls. But not that night. Nope, the other night I observed for a change. I became a Hollis, and I didn’t rate it one bit. Zero out of ten.
