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Not a bad idea.
“Help!” Williams screamed, his voice frantic now. “Help! Someone, please!”
Ava Jade leaned over him. “Hold him,” she told Grey, and to my surprise, Grey knelt on the edge of the mattress and held Williams’ face steady as Ava Jade got hold of his tongue and sheared it from his mouth.
Blood spurted upward, spraying over Grey and my Ghost, coloring them with the most beautiful shade of red.
They fell back as Williams gurgled, craning his neck to keep from choking on his own blood as Ava Jade held his tongue up to the light, examining it before tossing it over her shoulder with a look of disgust.
If I’d ever had even a shadow of doubt about where she belonged, it was gone now.
Grey was right. She was our fucking queen, and I’d go to war for her no matter the cost or consequence. She was one of us.
As my gaze fell back to Williams, I was… almost jealous.
It was my turn to have some fun.
“I like your idea,” I told Ava Jade, tapping the pads of my first two fingers to my chin as I rounded to her side of the bed, looking down at our soon to be masterpiece. “But the guys are right. We should take his fingers first. Then his junk. I’ll cauterize the wounds, of course, so he doesn’t bleed out…”
“And then I can fuck him with my blades?”
“We’ll save that for the finale.”
* * *
Too bad Williamswas almost fully gone by the time I even got to use my torch, but still, it was a balm to my soul to watch his skin turn red, then black, then flake off to float beneath the light all around us like gray snow.
I coughed beneath the shirt I’d tied around my face, Williams’ ashes tickling my throat.
My Ghost’s hand pushed down into mine, our fingers twining as she drew nearer into my side, unbothered that my naked torso was covered in sweat, blood, and smears of ash.
Grey and Corvus stepped out, leaving the hatch open behind them to give some airflow as we finished up here. The plan was to set fire to the whole joint before we left, ensuring that everything here was turned to ash with Mr. Williams. His victims didn’t need to relive the things he’d done to them if any of those videos should come to light. Their peers wouldn’t ever look at them the same way.
They would be questioned. Their parents would want to know why they never said anything. No one could possibly understand.
It was better this way. Justice had been served and he couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.
“It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it?” Ghost said, indicating the still smoking remains on the concrete floor at our feet. Williams’ charred shape was curled in on itself, in the fetal position, hands over his head, the white of his bones showing through the burnt remnants of his skin.
I’d thought Frank had been my best work, but Williams took the cake. I squeezed Ghost’s hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. I pressed a kiss on the back of her palm. “It is.”
She shivered at the touch of my lips, and I tipped my head to one side, peering down at her. Her lips parted at something she found in my stare.
“You’re not the monster people think you are,” she said, and the black thing in my chest tightened.
Her face pinched. She moved to stand in front of me, lifting a hand to brush the pad of her thumb over the top of my cheekbone. It came away stained black and red with blood and ash. Her breathing deepened.
I mirrored her movements, brushing my knuckle down her cheek, streaking a path through Williams’ debris.
“I am,” I assured her.
Her chin tipped up, defiant. “Then I guess I am too.”
My brows lowered.
She pressed a hand to my stomach, dragging her nails low until they met the top of my jeans. Her eyes never left mine as she undid the button there, making me groan and my already thick cock turn to iron against the press of her hands.
I dropped my forehead to hers, a tremor rolling up my spine as she took my length into her hand, stroking it from tip to base.
