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My gaze lands on Parker last, and he narrows his eyes to ensure I know he is serious. I nod and drop my chin to my chest.
“Now let us get you washed up,” Parker says, moving from under me. The guys get up from the bed and walk over toward another door in the room.
forty-seven
parker
Iopenthedoorto the bathroom, which has a tiled floor, marble countertops, double sinks, and big circle mirrors on one side and a massive shower on the other with three shower heads. A jacuzzi tub to the left and another door to the right is closed for the toilet. The bathroom is bright white with black metal accents and smells like vanilla. I turn on the shower heads and allow the room to steam up before getting in myself, bringing Abigail in with me, Colin, and Ryan right behind her. The shower has enough room to fit four more people if we want.
We are all quiet at first. Thinking about all the events that have led us to this point with Abigail. And now to find out that the person who has been tormenting us is after her. Seeing the marks they left on her makes me murderous. Someone was in her home, touching her without her consent. I look over her naked body in front of me, the bruises more apparent now in the light, along with her still-healing scar from being stabbed, and I want to make them all go away.
I grab a sponge and some soap, and I begin to lather her up. Taking my time around every mark, covering it with soap, going slow to admire all that she is. Ryan and Colin gather around us, grab sponges of their own, and begin to work on other areas of her body. All of us tending to the girl we love.
She leans in and kisses me, our tongues dancing with one another. Colin comes from behind her and kisses her neck while Ryan feels up and down her body before getting between our legs and putting his mouth on her cunt.She moans, and her breathing becomes heavy.
This time, we act as one. Before in the room, we were all chasing our own pleasures, but here, right now, we are worshiping our woman, our goddess. Making her feel how we feel about her. Time stops when she is with us, and we will bring the earth to ruins over her. She is ours, and damn anyone who thinks they can have what belongs to us.
Mine.
She belongs to me.
Abigail grabs hold of my arm as Ryan pushes her over the edge, screaming into my mouth. She allows herself to come. Ryan stands up and backs away as Colin and I take our girl in our hands, lifting her and wrapping her around me.
I slide my cock into her wet pussy, and Colin enters her ass. We work together, pumping in and out of her. We don't go fast, but we savor the moment. We want this to last as long as possible. Colin grabs ahold of her neck, pulling her lips off of me. “Watch this baby,” he whispers into her ear.
He pulls out and moves behind me; Ryan takes his place and enters her. She groans out at the difference in size taking over in her ass now. Ryan, however, is a monster. He pumps fast and hard and shows little to no mercy.
Colin grabs my ass, making me pause while inside of her. He slowly sticks two fingers into my ass, loosing me up for his cock to enter, and I am unhinged as the pleasure takes over my body. He slides his fingers out and places the tip of his cock on my rim, pushing inside of me. I grunt out from the euphoria. I fucking love it.
Abigail wraps her arms around my neck as the pain and pleasure mix as one inside of her, watching as Colin takes my ass, Ryan takes her, and I claim her cunt. She begins to scream as I pick up my pace as well, our eyes locking on to one another, and as I stare deep into her soul, I find my home inside of her as we four come as one.
Ryan and Colin left together. We decided that pairing up was the best course of action in a time like this, with a person watching us, watching her. I took Abigail home, and since it was so late, Cindy, Abby’s mom, was already asleep, so she couldn't object to me sleeping in her room with her.
I lay her down on the bed and covered her up, leaving a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I’m going to check around the house. I’ll be right back.” She nods her head and cuddles under the blankets, getting comfortable.
I make sure all the windows are closed and locked, as well as the doors being locked and bolted. There is no way anyone is entering their home tonight.
I return to her room and see that she is fast asleep. Watching over her, I see how beautiful she truly is. The softness of her skin, the way she feels under my touch. I am in love with her. I have always been in love with her. And I will protect her no matter what.
I lay down next to her and gave her a small kiss on the lips. She doesn't wake up, so I quietly whisper my darkest confession, “I’m in love with you, Abigail. Call me selfish, but I will choose you over my brothers in every lifetime.”
forty-eight
unknown
Iopenthedoorto the building the biker club that calls themselves The Claimed is currently inhabiting. It’s an old industrial factory that has been out of business for years. Tonight, they are throwing a rave. Their new president was initiated tonight, and they love to throw a party. And I love to cause trouble.
Once I saw Abigail, Ryan, Parker, and Colin enter a part of the house I had no access to since there were no security cameras to hack, I decided I needed to go on a killing spree. I had too much pent-up anger and rage that the only way I would be able to sleep tonight was if I were to gift Death herself some souls tonight to torture. I am the maker of nightmares. I am a reaper that parents warn their children about when they hear they are out on the town, meeting someone new. I have no reason for my madness. I will take any life that I see fit as mine to take, and I will not feel sorry for it. Tonight, I am unhinged. Abigail is the cause of however many lives will be taken; the blood is on her hands.
My first victim of the night is a young guy, I would assume around twenty-five. He’s sitting at the bar area next to a blonde in a tight red dress. He keeps trying to talk to her, but clearly, she is out of his league, and she knows it. So when she ignores his advances for a fourth time, he takes out a small metal container from his back pocket and tips a white powder into her drink when she is not looking.
Any proper gentleman would rush in, stop her from drinking it, and call him out, but I sit back and enjoy the show. After a few minutes and an empty glass, she is much more willing to talk to him as she is half gone and practically falling off her seat. The guy, I’m going to name him Randy, his real name I couldn't care less to know, takes her by the waist and directs her to a far-off, darkened corner of the warehouse we are all in.
I follow them but still keep my distance. He runs his hands under her dress, and she is completely out of it–unaware of the dangers before her. Kissing her neck, he is oblivious to me coming up behind him.
I release the snap on my wire bracelet and unwind the wire around my wrist. Pulling the wire taut in my hands, I wait for the moment he releases her and take my shot. I maneuver the wire over his head and onto his neck, pulling hard. I spin my body around so my back is against his, twisting the wire so he is unable to escape as the air is being taken from his lungs.
