Chapter 33 #4
“Son—” Coughs of blood splattered on the worn-out ground.
“Don’t call me that, you’re nothing to me,” Onyx said. He glanced behind and our gazes met. "I can do this on my own."
I wasn’t going anywhere even if Onyx told me to get out. I wasn’t leaving him there with the worthless scum. I wasn't going to interfere unless he asked me too.
"Think of us as moral support," Damian said. He pulled out a fresh cigarette and lit it, gesturing for Onyx to continue.
My husband actually smiled at that before turning back to the older man.
Régis chuckled. “What the fuck is this? Moral support. They aren’t like me and you. We’re blood.” He licked his lips and showed off his bloodstained teeth. Like he was in on some secret none of us knew about. “You can’t erase that. I raised you. Whatever this is, we can work it out.”
“No, Mom raised us, you were gone on business meetings, and when you were around, you weren’t. Don't sit here and paint yourself as something you're not.” Onyx pulled a knife from under his dress. “Tell the truth about what you did to Adam.”
“I have no clue what you're talking about. All those stories were just that. Ramblings from a child desperate for attention.” Régis attempted to sit up straighter. “He was jealous of you, Louis. Always has been and probably still is. Look at you, you have everything while he has nothing.”
Onyx took the back of his knife and slammed it against Régis’s temple. The sound of the weapon connecting to his skull echoed around the room. The chair rocked with the force of the blow.
“Fuckgodam. Louislisten.” Régis’s words slurred as he turned his head side to side. He thrashed lightly in the chair as he began to puke. No one said anything as Régis’s head hung low, his chin resting on his chest.
Nash moved, and I put my arm out to stop him.
“He’s not done,” I said.
My brother stared at me before relaxing back against the wall.
Time ticked by before my husband was pulling something else out from under his dress. What wasn’t he hiding under there? He waved it under Régis’s nose and the older man nearly jumped up. The chair jostled before settling down. His wide eyes were even more unfocused than before as he looked around.
“No.” His voice was pathetic as everything finally dawned on him.
Onyx waited and repeated the cycle, punching Régis every single time he gave the wrong answer. He’d wait if Régis passed out, and if not, he’d hammer him for the truth again.
“Just admit it!” Onyx slammed the knife down. It cut through flesh and muscle, stopping halfway in his thigh.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. All right!” Régis and the chair crashed down to the ground as he gasped for air.
He shook from head to toe. “I took in that ungrateful bitch and her kid. She had the audacity to come to me, crying about being pregnant. I had to marry her once my family found out. Was she thankful that her once piss poor lifestyle was over and she got to adorn herself with pearls and clothes that cost more than most people’s rent?
” He spat out a wad of blood. “No, she started acting like all the other people around me. Used me for money and gave me nothing in return. But you know who understood the situation?” His smile was vile, teeth covered in blood.
“That brat of hers. He was more than willing to spread his legs when that whore wasn’t willing to.
” Régis looked over at me as if I was the key. “You’ll know what I mean. We’re blood.”
Onyx’s face went pale, and I moved without thought. I kicked Régis in the face. His head snapped back with an audible crack. I didn’t worry about him as I pulled Onyx toward me and covered his ears. An audible groan came from Régis, confirming he wasn’t dead just yet.
“Bella?”
Gray eyes peered back up at me, and I smiled down at him.
You’re nothing like him. You will never be him. You kill bastards like him.
I wanted to say everything but said nothing.
Instead, I pulled him in close. I pushed my fingers through his hair and tugged.
Fuck everything and everyone, it was just me and him.
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my neck, letting it dip past my shirt to feel the collar he’d gifted me around my neck.
I had to have it loose so it stayed hidden, but it was there nonetheless.
Onyx’s eyes widened as he tugged on it, dragging me closer. The color came back to his face and a slow smile curved his lips.
“You know you’re not supposed to wear it out of the house,” he whispered.
I licked my lips, loving the dangerous tone in his voice. He kissed me and it felt like everything in the world was right. I dragged him closer until our bodies were melded together.
Damian cleared his throat, ruining the illusion we were alone. “You two got this?” He gestured to the soon-to-be corpse on the ground.
I nodded.
“Don’t worry about cleanup. Prince said you can owe him one,” Nash said as he followed Damian out.
“Thanks,” Onyx finally said.
“Make sure you’re at family dinner next weekend. Ma’s orders,” Damian said to the both of us as the door shut.
I dragged Onyx into another kiss before he could think to stop me. I swiped my tongue over the seam of his lips and moaned the moment I was granted access. Our tongues came together in a dance that had my breath hitching and my heart stuttering.
“He—help,” Régis gasped, the vibrato in his voice cracking. “I’ll give you money. Anything.”
Fuck, he knows how to ruin a moment.
I pulled back at the same time Onyx did. He looked past me to the man who would be nothing more than a corpse soon.
“Untie him,” Onyx said.
I didn’t question my man as I went over to Régis, shoved him back, and watched with nothing short of glee as he crashed down to the unforgiving ground.
The bellow that was ripped from his lungs did little to pay back what he’d done to my husband and his brother.
Using my foot to flip him over, he whimpered like a bitch as he brunt the weight of his body and chair on his injured legs and face.
I cut the rope holding his wrists then his legs.
I took the chair away, moving it to the side of the wall.
Régis’s body went limp on the ground as he took in quickened breaths.
Onyx squatted down and turned the older man over onto his back.
He took a long look at the man on the ground before grabbing hold of the knife still embedded in his thigh.
My husband placed his red bottom-heeled foot on the pathetic piece of shit’s leg before pulling the blade free of his thigh.
A wet squelch filled the room as Régis’s screams bounced off the wall.
“Adam couldn’t make it. I wouldn't even bring him if he could. Seeing your face would only make him upset, but it doesn't mean I can’t get revenge on his behalf too,” Onyx said. He slammed his heel down on Régis’s hand, dragging another throat-tearing scream from him.
The older man tried to hide his hands away, but Onyx just moved to a different body part. Instead of using the heel of his shoe, he brought the knife down over Régis’s crotch. The scream that ripped from his vocal cords could make paint strip off the walls.
I winced, not because I felt any sympathy, but simply because that shit looked and sounded like it hurt.
“Do you have a gun, Lucero?”
I pulled out my Desert Eagle and brought it over to him. I positioned myself behind him, covering his hands with my own. “The recoil is a bitch.”
“You’re just giving me an excuse to be a perv,” Onyx shot back.
How could I deny that when he no doubt felt my hard-on pressed against his back. Watching him torture was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. I thought him murdering was hot; him inflicting pain on others was ten times sexier.
“Aim, baby.”
Onyx lowered the barrel toward Régis’s kneecap and pulled the trigger. If the old man had any objections, neither one of us listened to them.
In an enclosed space, the sound of the gun going off was deafening. It left a ringing in my ears that I knew would be around for a while.
“The rooms are soundproof,” I said, but it felt like I shouted.
Onyx didn’t seem to care, he was smiling down as his father withered and thrashed on the ground like a fish out of water. His one good hand went to his knee, pressing down on the gaping hole there. Bone and muscle was visible past the blood that continued to ooze out.
My gun was handed back to me, and I put it back away in the holster under my blazer.
Onyx skipped over toward Régis’s face. He bent down, bringing the knife with him as he went to plunge the knife into his cheek. Régis’s blood-covered hand went for Onyx, and I was right next to my husband in a matter of seconds.
“Do not touch him.” I had Régis’s hand. It was an inch from coming into contact with Onyx. I twisted his wrist until I felt the familiar pop as Onyx dragged the blade of his knife over Régis’s throat. The cut was too shallow to be a killing blow.
“Reminds you of the past, right? Except this time, you won’t get to walk out of here. You won’t get to be a part of the world and spread your filth,” Onyx said. He dragged the sharp blade over Régis’s throat again. Blood slowly bubbled over, spilling over onto the floor, forming a small puddle.
Régis choked, sputtering as his body began to convulse. The veins in his face pulsed the more he struggled with the inevitable. My husband stood over him, watching with a smile that wasn’t happy or sad.
Onyx didn’t seem to be ready to be done.
He knelt in the puddle of blood and cocked his fist back.
He slammed it forward into Régis’s face repeatedly.
Even as the man’s screams quieted down and his body’s tremors became more like the ones that happen after death, Onyx didn’t let up.
More and more blood splattered all over him, decorating his pale flesh.