Chapter Twenty Three | Cordelia
“D o you see the way Axel’s dick stretches in his pants as I stab you?” I stare at his thick cock, wishing it wasn’t caged behind the material as I pinch Branden’s face, forcing him to look.
“Stop teasing me.” Axel growls, his eyes darkening as the lights above us flicker from the storm that blew in an hour ago. Those perfect eyes stare at me with a hunger that only he could have for me like this. My hands are red and Branden’s blood is flowing a little slower than I like. However, I will fuck Axel covered in this prick’s blood when we’re finished, why? Because that’s the sort of things two psychopaths do together. After all who gets hard watching their wife torture someone?
“Again. Where is Paul?” I ask, looking over at Axel as he shifts in his seat. My mouth is watering just from the idea of seeing his cock hard while I do this. Knowing that I can turn him on while I torture this man is hot as fuck. I let go of Branden’s face so he can answer, his head falling to the side a little from exhaustion.
“I don’t know.” Branden huffs out. “I haven’t spoken to him in years.”
“That’s too bad. It’d be a shame if I told Cordelia here what you like to do late at night when you think no one is watching.” Axel cocks a brow and now I’m curious.
“Oh, please tell me!” I bounce on the balls of my feet. “I do enjoy knowing things, especially when I’m hurting someone, I like knowing their secrets.” I turn to look down at Branden.
“He likes it when women aren’t exactly in the know that he’s fucking them.” Axel says and my blood runs cold.
“He rapes them?” I ask, all levity gone from my voice, not bothering to take my eyes off of Branden’s swollen ones. The fury inside of me bubbles to the surface.
“While they’re unconscious.” Axel adds. I take my knife and cut his belt from his waist and slice through his pants, dropping between his knees.
Ripping the material away, I find what I’m looking for. “Oh, now you see, this is why?” I say, turning so Axel can see the smallest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. “You must have trouble keeping a woman happy with that.”
Axel growls when I grab the man by his balls and shake my head, making eye contact with Branden. “Have you ever seen a bull get castrated?” I ask. He shakes his head knowing what’s about to happen, letting out a sob, “Good, because it’s not going to be anything like that.” I say, taking the knife and slicing up through him until the entire ball sack comes clean off his body into my hand. Branden cries out and I laugh, feeling like I’ve just delivered the justice all his victims have probably begged for.
I drop it on the plastic. “Fucking hell little deer, you need to cauterize that, he’s going to bleed out.”
“Oh well.” I shrug.
“We didn’t get anything out of him.” I hear Axel stand up as I use the knife, removing his dick too, because why not. He’s already dead. He was set to die today anyway, he just didn’t know it.
“If he knew anything, he would have already told us.” I say, letting the knife fall from my hands as I look down at the blood spilling from him, watching it splash on my legs. Since I’m in a skirt, the warmth of it feels amazing as I see it pooling at my knees.
“Smile for me.” Axel says, and when I look up at him, he’s holding his phone out to take a picture. So I smile and put my hands out like I’m that girl on Wheel of Fortune. “Fucking stunning.” He says, pocketing his phone. “Okay, we have proof he’s dead and I sent a text saying he knew nothing.”
“Ugh, time to clean up? They always die too fast.” I sigh, pushing up off the ground.
“Well, if you didn’t cut his balls off you could have had more fun.”
“You shouldn’t have told me he was a rapist. That sent me over the edge.”
“I’m aware. You did a good job.” He kisses the top of my head and I feel the smile curve on his lips.
“We actually have a clean up crew coming to handle this. You’ll have to stay on the plastic until they get here.”
“What?” I pout, “Why?”
He looks down at my body, “Little deer, you’re covered in blood. We can’t exactly just walk out of here.”
“Sure we can, carry me out like you’re in a panic and I’ve been hurt, toss me in the car and drive off. Boom.”
“Then his blood will be in my car.” He raises a brow. “We do this by the book and wait.” I hate waiting. Looking over at Branden who expired before I even had the chance to cut his dick off all the way. What a pity, I could have had so much more fun.
It’s been thirty minutes and I can hear the storm raging outside as we wait for whoever’s coming to clean this all up, which hopefully is soon, because this is not how I saw my night going. I really wanted to fuck Axel covered in blood bouncing on the adrenaline that Branden provided, but no.
The front door opens and Axel snaps towards it with a gun in his hand. Where’d that gun come from? “Kenan, fucking hell man you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago.”
Kenan. The womanizer asshole that I don’t like. Also known as Axel’s brother. But another guy walks in behind Kenan, oh and Cara’s here. What? Why?
“Strip.” Cara says, shaking water off her hands as she walks towards me.
“Hard pass.” I say to her as Axel steps between myself and the three of them.
“Turn around.” Axel barks out and I watch as Kenan and the other guy do exactly that. “Do as you're told.” he says to me, turning towards me. “She needs your clothes.”
“What?” This is insane, right? Stripping in front of Cara, again, with Kenan and the other guy in the same room.
“Cordelia, we don't have the time to argue, we’ve been here too long and we need to let them get this cleaned up.”
“How’d she do?” Cara asks, sitting a large black bag down in front of me.
“She did that.” Axel says pointing at Branden.
“Oh, nice.” Cara looks over inspecting my work and smiles when she looks at his balls and penis laying on the ground. “Castration?”
“Apparently he’s a raper and Axel told me at the end. I got a little slice happy.” I shrug, pull my shirt off and hand it to her. She stuffs it into a plastic bag. With a sigh, I finish stepping out of my favorite skirt and kick it to her as I start removing my underwear and bra. She grabs this large white paper body suit thing and hands it to me. “I’m not going to wash off or something?”
“Once you’re back home you can shower, for now you’ll wear this so you don’t get blood in the car.” Cara holds open a foot hole and helps me step into it. I look up to see Axel talking to his brother while Cara helps me get dressed. He’s being awfully relaxed about Cara seeing me fully naked and helping put on this human condom suit thing. “He’s very protective.” Cara whispers, standing up to look at me. Her blonde hair is just like her mothers, and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen stare at me.
“Then why is he letting you dress me instead of doing it himself or making me do it?”
“You can’t touch the outside of it or you could get blood on the outside. As for him letting me help you, I was your witness when he took you. I’ll probably be the only one he trusts you with. Had Maci stayed, it’d be her here and not me.” She nods, zipping the body condom up. The paper suit feels weird against my now naked and sticky body. “He doesn’t let people in.” She pulls the hood up over my hair and tucks it in behind my ears. “He may enjoy the dark twisted games, but he will be fierce with you. He will keep you safe and make you question your sanity. But he will love you hard.”
“He’s so intense.” I reply, pushing my hand into the black surgical glove.
“We’ve had a wild upbringing.” She grins. “But we’re loyal.” She helps me put the second glove on.
“You say this as if you’re-”
“The over-protective big sister who knows how to get rid of a body without a trace.” She grins sweetly, while threatening me, I think.
“Understood.” I nod and she claps her hands, scaring me for a split second. “Jesus.” I say, taking a step back and away from the blood and plastic sheeting to make sure I don’t get anything on my new human condom paper suit.
“Ready?” Axel asks.
“She’s good to go. We’ll get this cleaned up.” Cara shoves the rest of my clothes into a bag.
“What’ll happen to him?” I ask, nodding towards my victim. I’m so used to cleaning up my own messes so I know it’s taken care of that I feel a little strange about leaving this to them.
“We’ll soak and drop him.” Kenan says, turning back around with his friend as they move through the room collecting things as they go.
“Soak and drop?” I ask, walking towards Axel.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Kenan’s stupid friend says.
I start to reach out for him so I can show him what this pretty little head has to say about that when I’m lifted off the ground and everything shifts upside down. “Oh, she’s spicy.” The friend says with a laugh.
“I’d like to remind you that I just cut his balls and penis off!” I shout to him as I’m thrown over Axel’s shoulder. “I kill men like you for fun!” The front door opens and suddenly I’m outside on the front porch.
“The rain!” Cara says, hopping over her bag as she runs out to us. “Here.” She hands Axel something and then we’re running down the stairs. Wait, we had a convertible, it started raining. I’m shoved into the side of a van and I cry out as my hip and head hit the metal. The sliding door is shut and the darkness consumes me.
“Why am I in a van!” I shout as the front door opens.
“Because we can’t take the car.” He says, like it’s obvious.
“Is it because it’s raining and we didn’t put the top up?” I ask, pushing up to sit in the back, looking around to see absolutely nothing back here but me. This is weird, I feel like I’ve stepped into a horror movie where the dumb girl gets kidnapped and will never see the sun again. Although, I guess that has already happened, and I’ve sort of agreed to be all up in this kidnapping story.
“No. I closed the top while you were distracted.” He says, starting the van.
“Then why this weird van?” I almost shout, but refrain from getting mad, because getting mad right now doesn’t seem like the right choice. I may have gone too far by killing Branden a tad bit too quickly and it appears this may have upset Axel. I’m not sure why though, it’s not like Branden actually knew where Paul is.
“Cordelia!” Axel snaps, his deep aggravated voice echoes through the van, “Please shut the fuck up. We need to go home.” Oh, he is upsetti-spaghetti. My little spicy burrito is serious right now.
“Fine. Mister grumpy gills.” I cross my arms and pout, he didn’t have to be so fucking rude about it.
“Do you have any idea what this means?” He asks, calmer than before.
“Nope.” I pop the p and don’t even bother looking up at him, because fuck him and his anger management needing ass.
“It means that we just killed him for no reason and-”
“Lemme stop you there. I killed him, for a very good reason.”
“Not what I mean.”
“Then say what you mean.”
“We killed him and we’re no closer to finding your fucking grandfather, which makes us one step closer to my mother using you as bait to draw him out.” He smacks his hand to the steering wheel.
“Maybe we let her?” I say, “I mean, if he even cares that I exist. Who’s to say he'd do or say anything after he found out I was still alive. I know Uncle Gabe talked about him, but other than that the man your mother is trying to find is a complete stranger to me. I wasn’t part of that family and the entire Romano lifestyle died out before I knew who they were.”
“His only sons are dead or in prison, he has no family left, except you. The Romano’s are still a proud family, even if there are only a few left.”
“No, they’re an old man on the run and a woman, i.e myself, in the back of a van with the enemy’s son as her husband.” I correct him, all matter of factly. “There is no one else, just the two of us left, right?”
“As far as we know.”
“Then maybe we set a trap, use me as bait, get the word out that the youngest Mazitti son has taken the only remaining Romano’s granddaughter as his forced bride.”
“That would never work.”
“Imagine the roles reversed. Your mother has lost everyone and the only family left has been found behind enemy lines. What would she do?” I ask, crawling up to the middle of the seats, and look up at him.
He reaches down and touches my cheek softly, “She’d burn the world down to get to them.” He replies.
“Exactly.” We ride the rest of the way home with me laying my head in his lap as he drives through the city at whatever time it is. It’s oddly comfortable and I’m not sure where we go from here, because if I know anything about him, it's that he’s not going to like what happens next. He’s not going to like having to give up that control he has, the need to protect me will kick in and I’ll have to make it clear that I’m okay with whatever happens. I’ve made my peace with this shitty life a long time ago, and if I follow my entire family into the grave, then at least I know that I’ve taken some of the world's scum with me.