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“Fuck, Nightingale, that was so fucking hot,” Jude moans, and I roll my eyes as he tugs her close and buries his face in her neck, inhaling deeply. I mean, he’s not wrong. My dick is pressing against my trousers at the sight of her father’s blood dripping down her arm.
“B–bitch,” Rufus gurgles, a trail of blood leaving his thin lips which are rapidly losing color. The stomach wound won’t kill him quickly, but it will hurt like a son of a bitch until then.
“And fucking proud of it,” she sasses back while handing Jude his knife. I’m impressed she could take it from him so quickly in the first place. Although knowing him, he let her just for shits and giggles.
“Much as I would love to spend hours torturing you, Rufus,” Aeron drawls, checking his gun. “I have far better things to be doing. Rook.” He hands the gun to Rook, and I see the surrounding Tailors stiffen, but Adam holds his hand up to make them pause, and like the obedient soldiers they are, they do. Adam doesn’t try to take his own revenge, but one look at the way he’s staring at Rook tells me he knows the boy needs this more than he does. That’s the thing about Adam, he can set aside his own needs for those he cares about or considers family, and it seems like he’s taken Lark and her brother under his wing just like he did Tarl and I all those years ago.
Rook takes the gun, not a tremor in his hand as he checks its weight. Seems Rufus taught the boy something worthwhile at least. Then he raises it, looking down the barrel which he has pressed right between Rufus’s eyes.
“Know that with your death the Soldiers will be born again and you will fade from memory like a stain that is painted over, never to be remembered and forgotten like yesterday’s news.”
Rufus opens his mouth as if to respond, but Rook doesn’t give him the chance, just pulls the trigger without so much as a flinch. Then he swings the gun to the next Soldier and shoots him, moving down the kneeled men until the only one left is a massive motherfucker with a scarred-up face.
“That’s enough, Rook,” Aeron commands firmly, and I take a moment to realize that this is Dean, the cunt who hurt our Little Bird. Rage coats my insides, making my vision narrow down to that man, and it’s as though I’ve the strength of a hundred men running through my veins.
Rook takes his finger off the trigger immediately, pointing the gun down at the ground, his chest heaving.
“Well done, son,” Adam commends, his hand coming up to rest on Rook’s shoulder. Aeron takes the gun out of Rook’s grip, giving the younger man a nod when he looks up at him.
“You did good, but this fucker is ours.” Aeron’s voice is darkness incarnate, and Rook casts a glance over at Dean, his gaze hardening as notes who this is. Lark must have told him some of what happened, as the boy’s cheeks flush and his nostrils flare.
“Make it fucking hurt,” he grits out in a hoarse whisper, like he’s just run a marathon. I guess I can’t blame him considering he’s just annihilated his father’s gang. A gang that he stands to inherit, and now has significantly fewer members than it did this morning.
“Come on, son,” Adam encourages, using his grip on Rook’s shoulder to lead him towards the main entrance doorway. “Let’s leave these boys to it and you can tell me all of your plans for the Soldiers and how we can work together.”
Rook’s eyes widen slightly, and Adam chuckles, seeing the slight look of disbelief on the boy’s face.
The rest of the Tailors leave with them, bar a couple who stay behind, just outside the door, to keep watch over us so we can fully concentrate on our work.
“You should go too,Azizam,” Tarl suggests to Lark softly, but she just shakes her head vehemently, taking a deep, trembling inhale.
“I want to watch him hurt, the way he made me hurt,” she tells him, her gaze full of cobalt fire that has my already hard cock becoming almost painfully solid.
My stomach drops at her words, the banked anger inside me making my beast purr even as I worry about what she’ll think after she sees us all at our worst.
Tarl heaves a sigh. “I’m worried that you’ll look at me, look atusdifferently after this,” he confesses, his voice just above a whisper but I hear it all the same, his words echoing my thoughts.
Her hand comes up and rests against his cheek, brushing the short beard that he likes to keep. He leans into the touch, and I feel the ghost of it on my own face, knowing how reassuring and comforting it is when she touches you like that.
“I will never look at you, any of you, differently, my love. You are the other parts of my soul; how can I deny what is already a part of me?”
I swallow hard at that, knowing that I would do fucking anything for this woman, without question.
“Awww, how sweet,” a raspy, sarcastic drawl sounds from the soon-to-be-dead man on his knees.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jude comments casually as he kicks him in the side of the face. The crack and how the scum’s jaw hangs loose tells me Jude just broke the fucker’s jaw. Good, at least we won’t get any more snarky comments. I only take sass from one person, and it sure as fuck isn’t him.
I’ll give the man his due, he doesn’t even so much as groan and stays on his knees. Well, color me impressed.
“Right, shall we begin?” Aeron questions, his tone the same as when we have board meetings with the other Tailors. I can feel my lips pull up into a grin, my palms coming together as I rub them with glee.
“For you, Nightingale,” Jude says with a flourish, pulling over a chair so that our bird has the best possible view. Jude’s never been afraid of showing his crazy to anyone, it’s how he’s earned his reputation as the unhinged one of us.
“Thank you, kind sir,” she replies with a giggle.
I let out a groan before pushing down on my dick, willing it to go down. “Now I’m going to be torturing a man with a raging fucking hard-on,” I grumble, and am treated to another giggle as her blue eyes slide over me, sweeping over my crotch. She bites her bottom lip and lust pours through me as a wicked idea pops into my mind. “Jude, how about you show this cunt what it means to please a woman? He’s probably never seen it before as he was such a shit lover.”
Jude’s face lights up at my words, and he skips around Lark before dropping to his knees in front of her.
