40. Epilogue – Maddox
Epilogue – Maddox
“ A re you going to tell me where we’re going?” Storm asked, stumbling over her feet as we walked down the long corridor with my hands over her eyes. She wore a skimpy black dress and thigh-high gold boots, perfect for a romantic night, which is exactly what I intended to give her, though in a very unconventional way. Which fit us perfectly.
It was our first night out of the house since our daughter Aurora was born three months ago, and I promised to wine and dine her all night long so she’d relax enough to let our baby go to Peyton and Dane’s house for her very first sleepover. If it was anyone else, I wouldn’t have felt comfortable with her being out of sight, but I trusted Dane would keep her safe in my absence.
Besides, the evening was about eliminating the last thread of danger left out there from Storm’s kidnapping. It was a thread that needed to be cut. A thread that I was going to give Storm the choice to cut herself or allow me to. Either way, tonight was about fresh starts and the end of a bad chapter.
Leaning over her shoulder, I whispered in her ear, “I’m taking you to the train station.”
She snorted, “Funny guy,” She swung her elbow half-heartedly into my stomach but kept walking as I steered her forward. “It feels like we’re in a bunker. But that doesn’t feel very romantic, so I’m confused.”
“Are you not familiar with my diverse flavors of romance by now?”
Chuckling, she wiggled her butt against my belt and then stumbled. “Did you get me fingers again?
“Better.” I growled and stopped us as we made it to the end of the corridor, typing my code into the panel to open the door.
“Better than fingers?” She scoffed and then went silent as I walked us deeper into the room, locking the solid steel door behind us.
“Better.” I kissed her cheek and removed my hands from her face. “I got you the whole fucking body, before it was a corpse.”
I stepped around to watch her face as she finally saw my present laid out on display for her. Or better yet, chained down on display for her.
“Mack.” Storm sneered as her entire body tensed, staring at where my old acquaintance kneeled in the middle of the concrete floor. I sedated her, then chained her, spreading her arms wide and securing chains around her neck and ankles.
The woman was a trained assassin with a vendetta against Storm, there was no way I was going to be leaving anything to chance for this encounter. By the end of the night, Mack would finally be dead for her role in scheming me and selling information to Damon Kirst, leading to the kidnapping of Storm and our unborn baby.
“Better than fingers.” I smiled at Storm as she finally looked away from our captive and back at me. “My kind of Psycho romance.”
“What exactly is my gift here?” She asked, flicking her glance back to the woman on the ground. “What is your plan?”
“My plan is to let you see to her death; however you see fit.” I replied, “Slow or fast, from your hands or mine, it doesn’t matter. It’s your choice.”
“Is she—?” Storm asked, licking her lips, “Asleep?”
“Sedated, but I have the reversal.” I walked over to a table filled with tools and picked up the syringe that would bring Mack back to consciousness. There was an array of implements to use, knives, saws, pliers, hammers, and various other weapons of warfare. I was excited to see which one Storm would pick to use; you could tell a lot about someone’s soul by their weapon of choice. “But I want to know what you’re thinking before I do that. Because I know Mack, and she’s going to get into your head if she gets the chance. Therefore, I want you to know what you want to do before she gets to it.”
“I killed that doctor.” She whispered, staring at Mack. “But I didn’t plan it.”
“I know.” I replied, remembering the things she told me about her time trying to escape, slitting the doctor’s throat to do just that.
“I didn’t think I could ever hate someone as much as Damon. But Mack,” She tilted her head to the side slightly, “She makes a different kind of hate burn in my gut.”
“Tell me about it. What does it feel like?” I walked back toward her as her eyes got a faraway look in them.
“It feels like acid. Burning me from the inside out every time I think about how she wants you.” Her green eyes flicked to mine, “How she touched you. How she thought she was going to get me out of the way and move right in on you like I meant nothing to begin with.”
“So,” I held the syringe out between us, “What are you going to do about it?”
Storm’s eyes flicked over to the table of tools and landed on an item before she looked back at me. “I’m going to burn her like the acid of hate burns inside of me.”
I grinned down at her and uncapped the syringe, taking a step backward toward our captive. “Let me wake her up then.”
Storm moved to the table behind me as I stuck the needle into Mack, injecting the reversal into her veins and watching as she moved against her bindings as she regained her awareness.
“Move, Psycho.” Storm hissed, and I jumped to the side as she held a glass bottle in her gloved hand, coming closer to Mack.The woman’s head lifted as she blinked off the effects of the drugs just in time for Liv to douse the front of her chest in the sulfuric acid. Mack’s screams erupted the second the corrosive liquid melted through her clothing, making her fight and strain against her bindings as the acid worked its way through layers of skin and muscle.
Liv set the bottle back onto the table and stood right in front of Mack’s writhing body, where she kneeled down to speak to her. “I once told Maddox that if he ever allowed another woman to touch him like you did, I’d cut her touch from his skin.” Storm tsked her teeth as Mack’s wild eyes shot back and forth between the two of us, “I was wrong though, because it was always you that never deserved to know the feel of his skin on yours. So, I plan to melt every part of you that ever felt it.”
“You psychotic bitch!” Mack sneered through painful pants. “You insecure, fat piece of trash!”
“Aww, she thinks I’m fat.” Storm mocked her and stood back up, picking the bottle of acid back up with her protective gloves still on as she looked at me. “Where else have you touched this skank?”
I raised my brows at her, already knowing she was going to want to pour that acid on me by the end of her little experiment. But she deserved the truth, because that was how she regained her power.
“Hands.” I spoke evenly, and Storm grinned before turning back to our prisoner. “Now, I’m no chemist, but I’m pretty sure this acid would eat through these chains if I just doused you with it.” She pouted her pretty red lips out dramatically, “Better be careful then.” She cheered and poured the acid on just Mack’s fingertips, working from one hand, pouring a trail up one arm, and then down the other one to her fingertips, melting the skin in its path.
I thought for sure after the first wave of corroded flesh met Storm’s nose that she would give it up and quit. But she never blinked an eye as she slowly and methodically tortured the woman who helped Damon kidnap her.
“Where else?” She asked me firmly, with a pointed stare. “I’ve already got her fake tits,” She glanced back at Mack who, to her credit, was still conscious and hadn’t let the pain knock her out. Yet. “I know you’ve touched those; you’re such a tits man.”
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “Ask what you really want to know then, Storm.”
“Did you fuck her?” Storm demanded instantly, primed and ready with a hair trigger of control. “Is that why she was so obsessed with you and thought she’d trick you and me both into getting what she wanted? Did you give her that big dick of yours and turn her into a jealous little girl when you told her she couldn’t have it anymore?”
I crossed my arms, “I never fucked her.” I replied firmly. “She’s not my type.”
“Mmh,” Storm pursed her lips in disappointment.
“But she kissed me once.” I added, and Storm’s green eyes flicked up to mine with excitement in them.
“She kissed you, or you kissed her?”
“She kissed me,” I repeated, “Years ago, on a mission.”
“Hmm.” Storm turned back around to face Mack, who was looking a little more delirious with each passing second as the acid worked deeper into her body. “Is she going to die from what I’ve already done?”
I eyed the woman up, knowing that Mack was probably one of the most stubborn people I knew. “Not likely. Not for a long time, anyway.”
“You know,” Storm took a step toward her, “I’ve always been told I’m a bleeding heart.” She was speaking to Mack alone as she towered over her in her thigh-high boots, “And it’s always gotten me more grief than it’s worth. But I think this time, I’ll choose to help you out, anyway.” She kneeled again in front of Mack and waited for the prisoner’s eyes to focus on her face a few feet in front of her. “I’m going to erase the proof of Maddox’s body ever gracing your fake one, and I’ll make sure you find your way to Hell before too long into the process.”
And with that Liv stood up and poured the bottle of acid down the front of Mack’s face, sure to stand to the side so there was no splashing back onto her as Mack screamed, ingesting the acid and drowning on it as it melted her airway and lungs.
It took only a minute for Mack to stop breathing completely, but I remembered the way those seconds could tick on when I first started killing people, so I remained silent as Olivia simply stared down at the woman until she was long dead.
“Holy fuck.” Storm’s hands shook slightly as she set the empty bottle down on the table and tore the gloves off, ridding herself of the gear like she couldn’t believe what she had just done.
I didn’t go to her; I didn’t touch her or interrupt her physical space as she processed it, instead speaking in a calm voice to get her attention.
“Tell me how you feel?”
Her green eyes flashed to mine briefly before scanning the room like she was finally taking in her surroundings and surprised to find herself in a chamber used for torture.
“I thought it would be a one-off kind of thing.” She whispered, frowning slightly and swallowing as she faced me head on from ten feet away. “I thought the feeling I got after killing the doctor was just a product of the environment, of the fight or flight I was in. But—”
“But?” I prodded, pushing for her secrets.
“But I feel like a fucking billionaire who just doubled all of my money on black.”
I grinned at her and her lips split into a cautious smirk, “You liked it?”
“Fuck yes,” She nearly moaned as she ran her hands up her thighs over her short skirt and then shook them out at her sides. “It’s like taking a hit of a powerful drug for the first time. I feel—invincible.”
“You are invincible.” I replied, closing the distance between us and sliding my hand around the front of her neck to anchor her to my chest. “You are powerful, Storm. And you deserved every second of that.”
She licked her lips and took a deep breath, “I have one regret.”
I raised my eyebrows in surprise as she smiled up at me seductively, “I told myself if you ever caught her, I wanted to fuck you in front of her and make her watch how you fuck a real woman before you killed her.” She pouted slightly, “But I got carried away and killed her before I took your cock.”
Her hands slid down my body, and she gripped my dick through my jeans, tightening her hand around the shaft and stroking it as she smiled up at me prettily.
“You envisioned being fucked around a dying person?”
She undid my jeans, pulling my cock out to stroke the length of me as I hardened to a brick for her. “I told you a long time ago that I’d let you fuck me while someone took their last breath at my hands if they deserved it. And that cunt fucking deserved that.”
“You know what you deserve?” I asked, spinning us around and lifting her by the neck up onto one of the stainless-steel tables, pushing all the tools off onto the ground. “You deserve to come, so many times you forget everything that woman put you through, once and for all. Because she’s dead, and you won.”
She purred, spreading her thighs and rubbing the head of my cock through her wetness. I wasn’t even surprised she had not worn panties for our little date night out. “I deserve you.” Arching her hips to take me deep, I thrust forward, giving her what she wanted as she dug her nails into the shaft of my cock until I was buried all the way in. “I love you, Psycho.”
I growled, feeling the burn of the open wounds from her nails as I started fucking her deep and hard, surrounded by her own justice still burning in the corner. “I love you, Storm. And I love your darkness that matches mine.”