Craved By Lust (Sinful Seven #1)

6. Vindication

Chapter 6

Vindication

FRANK

“ W hat the fuck is wrong with you?” Genesis cocks his head to the side, frowning.

“Fuck if I know,” I clutch my head, pissed I had to end my date with Jessica early, but with the way I’m feeling… there’s no way I could have stuck next to her. My head is so jumbled right now. All I could think about was her.

How good she smelled. How sexy her hips looked as she walked. How cute her laugh was when she made a corny joke. How pretty her smile was when she saw something that piqued her interest. Just how fucking adorable my wife is in general.

The entire time, I just wanted to pull her in my arms and kiss her all over, but when I saw her touching that flea, my body was set on fire and I couldn’t calm it down.

Even her smile broke my heart. I wanted to punish her for lying to me… she made a promise and broke it, and I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, have her apologize and beg for mercy for what she put me through, get on my knees and beg her never to touch another maggot again, or pluck the eyes out of every son of a bitch in this mall that dared to look at her with lecherous eyes.

“Well, you look like shit,” Genesis calls out and I hold up the middle finger, popping the medicine cap.

“Fuck you,” I snarl, shaking four pills into my hand, downing them and massaging my temples. It took everything in me to let her leave my side, but I had to. Whenever she’s near me, I lose my mind, and my thoughts turn to mush.

“Come on. I’ll take you home. Mom’s worried sick about you,” he asks as he holds a hand out to me and I take it, instantly feeling lighter. As much as I hate being around my idiot brothers, when we are next to one another, our emotions are much less out of wack.

“Fuck that. Did that asshole give you what I asked for?” I clutch my head, dragging my wig and throwing it in the back seat before getting in the car.

“Here.” He smacks a manila folder into my chest, and I quickly open it, reading its contents with a smile. “I take it you’re going hunting?”

“Yeah. Why? You want to come?” I flip through the file and he pauses, thinking.

“Sure, why not? It’ll be the first gift I give my baby sister-in-law. She’s adorable, by the way.”

“Right?!” My eyes light up, turning to him, forgetting about the files. “She’s smart too! And did you know my baby is the first girl to start on the football team in school history?!”

“Damn, my little sis is that girl, huh? We should start attending her games.”

“Yeah, I have to study the rules. It’s fucking tedious, but for her, it’s worth it.” I turn back to the files, “But first, I want to deal with this fucker.”

“You’re acting uncharacteristically. Do you like her that much?” Genesis raises a brow, and I lean my head back, thinking about her.

“Like? Hell, I don’t know what the fuck this feeling is, but I just know I want her. No, I need her. Maybe once I’ve locked her away for only me to enjoy, then my heart will stop being on the verge of exploding every time I think about her,” I grunt, and he smiles.

“Seems fun. I want it.” His eyes light up with excitement, and I snort unsurprised. Greedy bastard.

After I commit everything to memory, I put the files back into the manila folder, chuck it into the back seat, and close my eyes, thinking about my Jessica and how soft her lips are. It’s only been a day… but I can tell this is the right way to go about it. Just based on the tiny kisses she’s letting me sneak in, she’s completely let her guard down around me.

Hell, I can tell I’m doing the right thing because I immediately felt her go stiff when my brothers walked up. She was on edge. I noticed how she curled her lip if a guy even looked at her wrong.

Yeah, Jessica is on guard against all men, and she has her emotions in check. I can even feel her drawing the line between us. Those light kisses I gave her would have sent other women crumbling at my feet, but I feel like she’s in control while I’m losing my fucking mind here.

I must have dozed off because I’m woken up to gravel being crushed under the wheels of the car, making me sit up and rub my face, headache still buzzing hard as fuck, if not worse.

“How do you feel?” Genesis pulls the car to a stop, and I look at the night sky.

“I feel like Saint beat me in anything in life,” I mumble, and he throws his head back, laughing hard as fuck.

“Damn, that bad, huh?” he asks as he pops the driver’s side door open.

“Maybe even worse,” I wince, feeling dizzy.

“Well, maybe a little fun will help cure that,” he shrugs as we saunter over to the lone shed in the woods with no windows. He undoes the thick rusted chain on the heavy doors and slides inside without opening it all the way.

It’s dark as fuck, but the lack of light helps my head, so I’m not complaining. When Genesis flicks the switch in the room, I groan, closing one eye, but make no other indication of how shitty I feel right now.

I only shove the table in the middle of the floor out of the way and lift the heavy wooden latch, wrinkling my nose at the dust. It’s been a while since I’ve been here. I stopped hunting a while ago since I hate the smell and sight of blood, but for some reason, I’ve had the urge to hunt more.

Even though there’s a step ladder leading down, my brother and I jump down, hitting the concrete with a soft thud. We don’t bother turning on any lights because the movement from us being there has the motion-sensing lights flickering on in the bunker full of guns of every brand one can think of: knives so sharp they can slice through skin like butter, bats, hammers, axes, you name it. If it can be used to kill, it’s here.

I bypass that and walk to the shower, wash off, then go over to the drawers on the far wall and pull one open taking out one of the all-black t-shit, dickie jeans, combat boots, and a belt and change before I grab my Scream mask as Genesis packs up the things we need.

“You wanted a knife, right? Because I packed you one.”

“I don’t give fuck what I use. I just need to delete this asshole from being able to breathe the same crisp air that my wife breathes.”

“Fair.” We walk through the tunnel to the old unsuspecting cars with fake plates and he hops in an old Kia, since there are about a billion of those sons of bitches on the road. If some shit does go wrong, not that it would, we’d easily get drowned out in commotion and traffic.

I hop in behind him, sliding on the hoodie to cover my hair as he starts the car and drives off down the long tunnel, making about twenty turns through the underground passageway. Soon we come out of it, press the button that opens the passage from the mountain, and drive from the unlit bridge until we acclimate into traffic.

I glance at the time and pull out my phone to text my baby, and my heart thumps because just as I click on her name, a text shows up.

My Cherry Cake : Hey I don’t know if you’re up but when you get this text me back okay…

My Cherry Cake : I’m worried about you.

Damn… she really is perfect.

Frankie : I’m up. I’m just laying down resting. My head is a bit better, now that you texted me.

My Cherry Cake : Oh! That’s great! I was worried sick

Frankie : Well I don’t want that! But thank you for worrying about me

My Cherry Cake : Of course, though I am sad. I was going to invite you over to my place to watch a movie but maybe next time.

“FUCKKKK!” I shout, slamming my hand into the door, cracking the window, making Genesis look over at me with a frown.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“My wife was going to invite me over… but this fucking … whatever the fuck it is ruined it,” I grit out, and he sighs.

“Shit man, tough break. Is she willing to let you come over tomorrow?”

“Fuck tomorrow! I want to be with her now!” I cock my head to the side, looking at him like he’s crazy for asking me such a stupid question.

“Yeah… my bad that was stupid.”

“No shit,” I mutter, going back to texting her.

“Well, it’s not like you weren’t going to sneak in to see her anyway,” he rebuts and I throw my head back against the headrest.

“It’s not the same.”

Frankie : I’ll force myself to feel better then I’m headed your way.

My Cherry Cake : No you will not. You will rest!

Frankie : No I’m coming over to spend time with you.

My Cherry Cake : Guh! You’re so hardheaded!

Frankie : yup, I’ll come over and let you punish me for being so.

My Cherry Cake : Whatever you get some rest. I’ll text you tomorrow

For fuck’s sake, this girl is playing with my fucking emotions… a laughing face emoji? She might as well rip my fucking heart out, but it’s okay… slow and steady, she’s falling and entangling herself willingly. I can tell because she kissed me herself. I don’t think I’ll have to wait too long for her to let me in.

I reach back into the bag on the passenger seat, grab my mask and slide it on. As he pulls up, Genesis sends a text to Saint, telling him to cut the streetlights where we’re parking before we climb out of the car.

I slide on my gloves, take my hunting knife, and stuff it inside of my backpack, fix my hood, and walk up to the Halloween party going on.

“AYYYEEE!” some drunk fucker calls out, immediately drawing attention to us. “Badass masks dudes!” He nods, and I point the middle finger at him, making him burst out laughing. “HEY YEAH, WAY TO STAY IN CHARACTER!” he laughs before doubling over and vomiting on the lawn. Gross son of a bitch.

We push our way through the crowded frat party. Shit, this is about to be the easiest hunt of my fucking life.

As we’re making our way through the party, some girl with two big puff balls grabs Genesis, pulls up his mask, and locks lips with him. I expect him to push her off, but to my surprise, I see him go still before he grabs a handful of her ass fist a hand full of her curls before he picks her up, dipping his tongue into her mouth. Well, I guess I’m alone on this.

I shrug, making my way up the stairs and looking through the rooms until I get to one that won’t open. Bingo.

Taking out my knife, I shove that bitch in the crevice of the door jam and yank it, popping the lock and thankful the music is so loud no one can hear it. Plus, since the lights are off in the room, it’s way too easy to slink inside and shut the door behind me.

Once inside, my headache eases. Actually, it was already better once we got to the party, but being in the room has slowly made my headache fade. When I hear a headboard banging against a wall and grunts, I turn to see a train taking place.

The woman has a dick in every hole, but she’s clearly passed out and on something as I see assholes pass out drugs as they’re also sucking and fucking each other while they wait in the wings for their turn.

“Give her more of this before the bitch wakes up and ruins our fun!” Fucking scumbags…

I’m not someone who gives a fuck about shit that doesn’t pertain to me, but this is why I hate men. They are disgusting. I pull out the knife in my back holster as hate boils in my blood before I lock eyes on the son of bitch whom I only briefly caught a glimpse of as the fucking fountain drink came flying out of his hand.

He’s sitting in the wings, jerking his dick, but as if he knew it’s his time to go, he stumbles over to the door in which I see a bathroom, and that’s perfect. Just as the door shuts, I go over to each of the mother fuckers, taking them by the hair, baring their throats. I slit them all so fast that none of them have the opportunity to react because they are all dead in seconds as blood pools all over the room. The girl…

I narrow my eyes at her as she lay limp and drugged out and immediately text my brother Saint to come pick her up since I’m not sure how long Genesis will be. I don’t know who the hell she is, but waking up in a pool fool of dead fucks who raped her would be traumatic for anyone. Plus, the police would probably question her and try to pin this shit on her when these pigs were at fault.

Yeah, killing these fucking pigs was the only way. Even if I don’t like the pungent scent of blood, these assholes deserved a more brutal death than this. This is why I fucking hate men… they are pieces of shits that can’t control their dicks and can’t think cognitively.

Once the bathroom door starts rattling, I smirk, going over and wrenching the door open causing the man to frown as he sways on his feet.

“Whosh the fok ar you?!” he slurs, and I step back, watching him come out and turn to the now silent room. I gleefully watch his eyes go wide and his mouth pop open to scream. Can’t have that… “AHHH—Ackkk!” He clutches his throat when I use the back of the knife handle, smashing his vocal cords before he drops to the floor in a loud thud, gurgling, trying to scream to no avail. I walk over to him, thinking about stabbing him when I notice stacks of beer, soda, and snacks for the party from the corner of my eye. Hmm.

I stab my knife through his hand on onto the floor, keeping him immobilized while I go over and grab a case. I pull out the knife and drag him as he fights, forcing him to lie flat, where I flip his shirt over his face, pressing my knee against his chest. A smile forms when I hear a few ribs crack and pop the top of the soda, pouring it over his face.

He tries to yell, but the soda goes into this nose and mouth, kicking as I pop another and another and a-fucking-nother, watching until he goes completely limp and his chest caves in from my knee. I sit there watching him, taking a deep breath with a clear head, able to breathe, feeling vindicated as blood spills from his lips and nose.

I feel better… MUCH better actually…

My Cherry Cake : okay… I lied if you really do feel better come over tomorrow for a movie…

Jesus… she’s just too fucking adorable.

Frankie : I’ll be there

Standing, I sigh, cracking my neck, feeling like a brand new person. My massive headache is gone, my chest is lighter, and it’s even easier to breathe.

I grab his hair, dragging him over to the bathroom, thankful that this fucker isn’t at our school because the last thing I want is for my baby to be worried about some asshole like this. I slang him with a thud and text Genesis.

#7 :

Idiot #5 : …

Oh, he and that girl must have hooked up…

#7 :

After seeing him tell me he’ll clean up when he’s done eating, I leave the room, making sure to lock and jam it behind me. I take the car, since he’ll more than likely call one of the other idiots to pick him up.

I frown, thinking about how stirred the fuck up I was by seeing Jessica shaken. It hurt me to see her hurt… what could that mean? I don’t understand why I’m so pissed about something like that when I have never given a fuck about a woman’s emotional state, but Jessica is different. I think to myself as I tighten my hand around the steering wheel.

This girl really has me out of my element, but I like it…