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“He needs to be in just his boxers.” The first thing he did when he got me to that warehouse was take my clothes off to take a layer of protection away from me. I felt so fucking exposed and vulnerable. I want him to feel the same fucking way.
Blaze slices through his shirt, cutting his body in the process. Kane jerks his jeans off his legs with his boots. “Do you ever take a bath?” Blaze says with his nose wrinkled. “You fucking reek.”
“Fuck you.”
“Ew.” Blaze shudders from head to toe, making Kane shake his head.
“You have no idea what’s coming for you. Lev is the least of your worries.”
“I don’t care about that right now,” Kane says, propping the machete on his shoulder. “All I care about is him getting payback.”
I step forward and pull Blaze’s knife from the sheath on my thigh. I raise it toward his face, and my entire body freezes. He can sense the hesitation and starts laughing again. “You don’t have the stomach for it, do you? That’s because you’re a goddamn pussy.”
Red fills my vision, and I slice right across his cheek, making sure it matches the one on mine. I cut his chest and hip before he finally fucking screams. It echoes around the basement, and I soak it in. I focus on my task, tuning everything else out. I don’t stop until I put that last cut directly across his back. I sheath the knife and raise my fists, ready to beat the shit out of him when someone grabs my arm. My eyes flash to Blaze, and his eyes widen at how my face looks.
He grabs my hands and slides brass knuckles on me. “Just for a little protection, Baby.” I jerk a nod, and he lets me go.
I let loose on him, punching and kicking as hard as I can. I let his words wash over me and let it fuel my anger. My fists are making the cuts bleed even worse until blood is pooling on the floor. I keep going until my muscles scream, and my breath comes in short pants. When I step back and see what I’ve done, my vision tunnels. I look at my knuckles that are cut and bleeding then look wide-eyed at Kane.
He gently pulls the brass knuckles off and wipes the blood from my hands. “I’m proud of you,Litso kukly.”
“I did that,” I whisper, swamped with guilt.
Blaze snorts. “He deserved it. Punk ass little bitch.”
“Blaze,” Kane says in exasperation. “Now is not the time.”
“Come on, that was badass. I’m surprised this asshole is still awake.”
“I should have kept my promise when I had the chance,” the guy whispers, making all guilt disappear.
Blaze picks up a rusty, severed pipe from the floor and spins it like a baseball bat. “Do it,” I say without even having to ask his intentions.
“Are you sure, Baby?”
“Do. It.”
Blaze walks behind the guy, and he tries to track his movements, his eyes widening. “You made my Baby bloodthirsty,” Blaze comments, jerking the back of the guy’s boxers down. My eyes are riveted to Blaze turning the pipe around so the pointy end is up. He shoves it into the guy’s ass without warning and twists. The scream that leaves him doesn’t even sound human, and it causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand up.
I look at Kane to gauge his reaction, and he just looks bored. Something about that sets me off, and I start laughing so hard I can’t breathe. If this didn’t bother him, I can’t even imagine what they’ve done before, and I realize that doesn’t bother me. I no longer feel guilty about the pain I caused this man, and that tells me everything that I need to know.
I’m exactly where I need to be.
CHAPTER38
BLAZE
I’m admiring my handy pipe work one minute, listening to Jaxon laugh, and the next, Jaxon’s lips are on mine. He’s kissing me hard, his arms around my neck. He pulls back and lays his forehead against mine.
“What was that for?”
“For being you.” I thought I’d freak him out with my idea, but I saw the acceptance in his eyes. He wanted this motherfucker to pay for everything he did times ten, and he did.
Jaxon was hyper-focused on his task like the entire room disappeared. I remember the look on his face because I felt the same way the first time Kane let me torture someone. He felt that calmness that settles over you when you deliver justice to someone who has wronged you. Then I watched the guilt set in. That’s the only thing that sets us apart. I’ve never felt an ounce of guilt for the things I’ve done and never will. It’s not how my brain is set up.
“You were magnificent, Baby. What do you want to do with him now?” I gesture to the pipe sticking out of his ass and cackle. “That’s some of my best work.”
“Let him bleed out.” I know I severed something when I shoved it in there, and he passed out immediately.
