29. Devin
He fucked her .
He fucked her without me, that motherfucker.
And now, he’s had her locked away in his room for two days. Two fucking days . I know he’s been watching for me on the cameras and only leaving when he knows I can’t be in the penthouse. He’s playing dirty and fuck me if that’s not fucking hot.
Weeks. He’s been a brooding asshole about her for fucking weeks , and then suddenly, he’s skipping over the niceties and jumping right to fucking her. And the icing on the cake is him sending me the videos of the dirty things they’ve done. That’s all I’ve been jacking off to while I listen to them endlessly fuck behind his locked door. If I weren’t so fucking turned on by the whole idea of them finally being together, I would kill him. So instead, I’m taking my frustrations out on the man who chose to touch what didn’t belong to him.
I would normally go a little easier on unsuspecting assholes who are just looking to get laid, but not only did he touch the wrong woman, he’s also on the wrong side of this war. According to Tony, he’d been here watching her on the dance floor, waiting for a chance to strike like a fucking snake in the grass. And how do we like our snakes? Dead .
His blood drips from the stump where his hand used to be as it dangles at his side. The smell of burned flesh fills the room from where I cauterized it after I sawed it off and he passed out like the pussy he is.
I look over my handiwork, looking at the box of body parts that will be shipped out to one of the top members of Obsidian. An ear, his hand, an eye, and I’m just waiting for him to wake back up so I can take his dick and then end this little game. I feel bad for the assistant of the man we’re sending it to, who will most likely be the one to open the box, but she knew what she was signing up for when she started working for him over eight years ago. And I’m sure she’s well aware of his nefarious acts since she started fucking him seven years ago, his wife seeming to turn a blind eye to his affair and staying married to the bastard.
It makes me even more pissed at the thought that Lena was the innocent one whose shitty fiancé was out fucking who knows who and getting away with it almost the same. This guy in front of me didn’t stand a chance when my bloodlust took over and all I could see was Matt’s fucking face. No one hurts Lena and gets away with it, especially not now that Tony and I have both claimed her.
She’s ours .
Whether she understands what that means or not, no one will lay a hand on her again unless it’s us, and only for her pleasure. My dick hardens as I think of the fascination on her face when I took her down to the Underground all those weeks ago. I can’t wait to take her down there again, tie her up, and fuck her until sunrise. All while the other members watch, their own scenes playing out around us.
I press the button that raises the new chair that I had installed to make these torture sessions a little more fun and let it flatten out like a table. I lower the hose that is hanging from the ceiling and spray him with ice cold water. He sputters and gags as I shoot it right at his mouth, and his remaining eye flies open.
“Good, you’re awake.” I deadpan. He whimpers, one of the few sounds he can make after I took out his tongue. He wasn’t giving me the answers I wanted and was calling me every name in the book like the tough guy he is, so he fucking lost the privilege to speak to me at all. His head lolls, his blood loss showing as he struggles against his bindings, his handless arm flailing. Well shit, I guess I should have strapped it back down before I woke him up. Oh well, I do love a challenge when dismembering body parts. “One last little gift for your friends and then I’ll see you in Hell.”
His screams echo, making me even harder as I undo his pants, flopping his extremely underwhelming, flaccid penis out. Lena would have been extremely disappointed if she had seen it, even if you didn’t compare it to Tony and me. “Well, well, it seems we have a small guy in our presence.” I flick out the blade of my favorite knife, allowing this moment to be a little poetic for me as I press the tip of the blade to the base of his cock. “No matter the size, it’ll still be a big surprise for your friend.”
The blade slices through like butter, silencing his screams as he passes out again. Blood pools between his legs, cascading over the edge like a waterfall and spilling to the floor. I throw the now dismembered dick into the box, blood splattering against the plastic bag that lines it, and grin. An early Christmas present, for sure.
The color drains from his body, and his blood loss is almost too much as he starts to fade. I imagine if he still had his tongue, he would be begging for death. But even as his reaper, I wouldn’t be bothered to answer.
Instead of slicing his throat, I just leave him there to bleed out. I’ll give it some time and then I’ll send a message to the cleanup crew. They’ll have a fucking hay day with this one.
It takes a special kind of person to clean up a dead body, but they’re just fucked up enough for the job. It doesn’t hurt that I pay them more for every cleanup than they would make in a month or two, so they definitely don’t complain when there’s more than one body. The higher the body count from me, the bigger the payout for them .
I’m happy and they’re happy. We’re the perfect team of miscreants.
Peeling my gloves from my hands, I drop them in the biohazard bin before going to wash off my knife. I stare at the door on the far side of the room, the need to pull another body from our dungeon prison choking me. But, unfortunately, there’s no time for another one tonight. They’ll just have to wait their turn.
I think about all the scum on the other side of that door, the ones who attempted to lure my brother into their fucking little club and then turned on him because he didn’t follow their rules. He didn’t let the darkness of the world seep into his sunny disposition but instead used it to swoon the people of this godforsaken city to side with him instead of the crime lords. He was everything good in this world and those fuckers snuffed him out. Plucked him like a flower from the garden to then smash it beneath their shit-stained boots.
We were completely different in so many ways, but even as my older brother, he never looked down on me, even when I was being a complete asshole. For those formative years of my life, he was the only one who could calm my urges and help me find other ways to cope. He kept me from getting locked up or sent off to a boarding school and showed me what love could look like from another person. Something neither one of our parents offered me once I started showing my tendencies and I was no longer cut from the same cloth.
He convinced Nate’s father to bring me on as the guy who could make this club into something more than a seedy hangout for thugs and low-grade criminals. I focused all of my pent-up energy on making Masquerave a destination and hot spot for the elite members of society who wanted a place off their beaten path and out of the limelight. I found that working eighteen-to-twenty-hour workdays and fucking whoever smiled in my direction was the best way to spend my pent-up energy.
I built an empire and made a name for myself while making my brother proud. When I lost him, my heart turned a little blacker and the last sliver of my morals went out the fucking window. The last thing he gave before he died was Tasha, who later brought in Tony. The top floors of this club became the home to our band of misfits, and we made a life out of controlling the chaos that came through these doors with whatever means necessary.
Now we have Lena, along with Bri, who seem as though they can match our level of derangement or at least accept it. Something that the people of high society claim they could never do, even though they act the same way, just in fine clothes and fast cars. Which, I made sure to supplement for myself and not bother with a dime of my father’s dirty fucking money.
The last time that fucker ever bothered to speak to me was on the night that Drew died, and he finally told me exactly how he felt about me. I was damn near breaking; I remember the press against my skin as my monster tried to rip through my armor and devour my father whole. It was my mother’s voice that took him down a notch, until she asked me to leave, saying hardly anything but telling me enough to know that she would pick my father over me every fucking time.
Keeping up my brother’s legacy by protecting those who need it and forcing the fucks of this city to remember him is the least I can do until we finally take them down, exposing them all for who they really fucking are. I don’t believe in angels, but I do believe that Lena was placed in my life to fuel the fire in me and keep me going to find out what happened to Drew. Even if he would have genuinely lost that election, he would have done it with grace and still challenged the fuck who falsely won every single day.
I haven’t gotten all the answers I’ve been looking for from the men who sit in the cells down here, who Tony has scrubbed from existence, or has them on the national missing person’s list to make it seem like they’ve run. It’s the only way to keep the direct target off our backs. Most of what they tell me I already know. A few new names here and there, but for the most part, they’re just fucking criminals who have done heinous crimes and deserve some vigilante justice from us.
In the years since I started this manhunt, I have only had two mistaken identities set up by Obsidian to throw us off their trail. Those two were not only compensated but now work for us full time and get a thrill out of dragging pieces of shit down here and locking them away.
Just more vigilante shit.
Wiping my knife off on the only clean towel in the space, I pocket it and tell myself it’s time to leave, not letting the voice in my head convince me to drag another man out and dissect him like a frog in science class. Instead, I let the pressure continue to build under my skin like I’m a shaken can of soda. I intend to use this energy on two people who have finally crossed the line with each other and complete our little love triangle.
“Having fun?” I whip around, flipping the blade of my knife open, ready to tear down whoever snuck up on me, but almost instantly relax.
I grin as Nate steps out of the shadows, looking as much like the heir of a billionaire as one can. “Always. Care to join me?”
His lips kick up, showing me the same handsome smile that the tabloids catch at all his fancy gatherings. He looks down at his expensive suit. Armani, his favorite designer. “Not in this suit.” He steps more into the light. “Maybe next time, though.”
I laugh, because we both know he would never dirty his hands in such a literal way. Nate might be a good man at heart, but he knows a lot of dirty people who can do his bidding for him. For example, me. Except, he’s never had to blackmail me, as I’ve always been a willing participant in this kind of debauchery.
“I’ve been looking for you for the last two days.” He narrows his eyes to me. “Where have you fucking been?” He’s yet to look toward the body of the man who’s slowly bleeding out on the chair fifteen feet away—blood and gore are not really his thing. Shame, I think he’d be really good at it if he took the time to practice.
Crossing my arms, I give him a smirk. “Well, you have to look other places than between Tasha’s legs.” I point my finger to the ceiling. “And you’re a whole floor off.”
A deep red flushes up his neck, because he might be able to fool the world with his good image, but I know exactly what his kinks are and who he exclusively does them with when he’s in town. “Fuck you.” He looks away from me as the man in the chair starts wheezing. “Dev…” he starts.
I wave him off. “He’s almost there, just a few more minutes.”
Nate slowly turns his head back to me, the color draining from his face at the sight of the blood. He clears his throat, taking a big step away from the blood that’s pooling on the floor. “If I didn’t know you, Dev, I would be fucking terrified to be in a room with you.”
Flipping the blade in my hand, he watches it, his eyes following it up and down. “I would never hurt you , Nate, but you should probably still be afraid. I’m a fucking lunatic.”
He chuckles. He knows all too well how true that is, given the things I’ve done to people like the sorry fuck strapped to the chair. “So, I heard that you have a new lady in the house.” He gives me a smirk. “Does she know what you’re down here doing or are you letting her think you’re a good guy?”
Shrugging, I keep flipping the knife, the blade gleaming in the bright light with every pass. “She’s too busy fucking Tony at the moment to care what I’m doing, but she’s seemingly aware of my proclivities.”
He stiffens and his eyes go wide as the words sink in. “And you’re not pissed that she’s with Tony?”
Am I pissed? Yes, but not for the reasons he might think. I’m pissed that he’s locked me out and won’t let me be part of the fun. I’m also pissed that it took him so long to stop being a stubborn motherfucker about her. Now, if only he’ll stop being one about me, because if he’s in the room the next time I fuck Lena, I won’t be able to control myself and have to take him too.
“As long as she doesn’t stop fucking me, what do I care?” I give him a Cheshire grin. “And if I’m lucky, maybe I’ll get them both.” I give him an exaggerated wink and turn toward the bathroom, ready to scrub the blood and gore off me.
Nate just shakes his head, his own smile on his face. Even when we were roommates in college, he never judged me for who I fucked or fucked with. The only time he ever said anything was when I left the door open to fuck the RA; Nate walked in on us while I was balls deep in his ass. He called me a motherfucker and slammed the door shut, letting me finish what I started, but he never mentioned it afterward. To which, we silently agreed that I would lock the fucking door from then on out.
Of course, other than seeing your roommate’s bare ass, there’s nothing like a good round of trauma bonding over shitty fathers to bring two guys close together, not giving a shit who they’re fucking.
What he doesn’t know is that I put a kid in the hospital by hitting him with my car when he called Nate a homophobic slur, all because people thought we were sleeping together since we stayed roommates for all four years and we’re obviously close. Whether he ever came out or not, I don’t take lightly to someone disrespecting the people I care about. The guy’s lucky that he only ended up in a body cast and not a casket like I was going for.
“How long are you in town for this time?” I ask as I pull open the bathroom door, flipping on the light. While I’m down here, I might as well clean up and wash off the blood from that pathetic worm.
He comes up and leans against the doorframe. He’s slightly taller than me, his shoulders a little broader as he crowds the doorway. “I think I might stick around for a little longer than normal.” He’s using his boardroom voice, which tells me that he’s hiding something.
I cut a glance over my shoulder as I turn the shower on, the pressure of the water blasts from the shower head, the pipes squealing. “This doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that Vinny is no longer in the picture, does it?” It’s a dick move on my part to ask, and even though he is one of my only true friends in this world, I’m still a nosey bastard.
He leans harder into the doorframe, the wood creaking, taking my bait. “That fuck was a waste of space.” He crosses his arms, his fingers curled into fists that are tucked under his forearms. “He deserved every last thing that she did to him.”
Interesting. “Did she tell you about it?”
He furrows his brows, a flicker of confusion going across his face. “No, you sent it to me, you fucking asshole. Don’t you remember or were you too lost in bloodlust?”
Motherfucking Tony . I’m going to fucking kill him for continuing to fuck with Nate, even after I distinctly asked him to stop after he almost killed him last time. Tony will be getting punished for that one way or another.
However pissed I am at Tony, I don’t let it show. Instead, I kick up the corner of my mouth, playing it cool. “It was definitely the bloodlust. I’m sorry I got caught up and you had to see that.”
His eyes flick away and go a little distant. “Don’t be sorry, it’s just a little reminder of how ruthless she can be.” His voice is low, but I don’t miss the look of wonder on his face as his hand flexes. This bastard has no fucking clue that what she did was mild, but here it is, making him hard. And what a day it’ll be when he finds out just how ruthless she can be when it’s someone she cares about. Actually—I hope he doesn’t have to find out and can live in blissful ignorance about the woman he shares a bed with, no matter how unconventional and messy their relationship may be.
Shaking his head, his eyes clear, bringing him back to reality. Steam starts to fill the space, water droplets already forming on the tiles. I shuck off my clothes and step into the stream of hot water, watching as the blood mixes with it as it flows down my body, swirling down the drain.
“Let’s plan dinner tomorrow, Dev. For all of us.”
The water burns across my skin, the loofah making it raw as I scrub away any evidence of tonight. “Your treat,” I tease, but he just hums in agreement. “But I only want to order in, we’re not leaving until the dust settles and we have more intel on who we’re targeting. I’m not putting anyone else in danger.”
The glass of the shower doors has fogged, but I can still see as he shifts uncomfortably. The thing about Nate is that unlike me, he doesn’t want to know shit about what goes down in the club—unless it’s Tasha going down on him. Disclosing anything to him makes him feel like a liability. He continues on as the out-of-touch owner who occasionally graces us with his presence to “check in” and “see how things are going”. It’s all bullshit, and we know it.
“I’ll have it catered to the penthouse at seven on the dot.” The glow of his phone bounces off his face, making him look angelic through the steamed glass. “Any special requests?”
I don’t even hesitate with my answer. “Lena likes sushi, so order all the fish in the fucking sea. Spare no fucking expense.”
He chuckles and I can see him typing away as I scrub my hair before dunking my head under the stream of water. “Tasha enjoys it, too. And from what I hear, Brianna does, as well.” I smirk because I’m sure the only reason he gets by with calling Bri by her full name is the simple fact that he’s technically her boss—and Tasha’s one and only booty call.
He falls silent for a beat. “You love them, don’t you?”
His words wrap around me, squeezing the air from my lungs. I suddenly feel dizzy and find myself bracing my hand against the cool tile wall. I’m invested, obviously…but love ? Is that what this aching feeling in my chest is? Is it the buildup of all these years of sidelong glances and tense moments with Tony, plus these last few weeks with Lena, and what I’m feeling is the equivalent of love for any other person?
Wiping the steam away from the glass, I look at Nate. His normally fierce green eyes, the kind that would bring anyone to their knees if they so much as looked at him wrong, have gone soft. His frame is enough to intimidate in a room full of powerful people and still look like an heir in his suit jacket. He’s entirely too handsome for his own fucking good with his sharp jaw and his dirty blond hair is always cut into a nice fade with longer hair on top, which is mussed and currently hanging over his forehead like he can’t keep his hands out of it.
It’s obvious why Tasha would be so smitten with him. Hell, even I find myself crushing on him from time to time with his god like body and devilish good looks.
I watch him as the steam slowly clouds the glass again, but he doesn’t move, allowing me time to think through his question. Wiping away the fog once more, I look him in the eyes. “I would die for them and if that’s love…then I guess I do.”
His face stays neutral, never showing any judgment, as it always has when I come to confess something so deep and dark to him. Saying those words out loud solidifies everything that has been swirling inside of me for so long. And if told to the wrong person could be considered a weapon of mass destruction.
He nods in acknowledgment but says no more on the subject. Because what else is there to say to a sociopath when they make a declaration like that?
He drops his gaze to his phone and lightly clears his throat. “I’m heading back up to my apartment.” A smile tugs at my lips, one I know he can’t see through the steam as I turn up the heat on the water. He’s not fucking fooling me. That apartment is right across the hall from Tasha’s; we both know he’s not staying in it. Unless they’ve moved over there now that Bri is her new roommate. Something that I’ll have to investigate a little further for my own research. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, Dev. ”
His body moves out of the doorway. “Great, and after dinner, we can have a good old-fashioned orgy, like one big happy family,” I tease. He groans, my joke landing exactly how I wanted it to, but he doesn’t say another word before he disappears out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I stand in the silence for a while longer, my face under the showerhead. I let the pressured water fill my mouth and nose, clearing the voice from my head and the pressure against my skin. Once it’s finally settled, I cut the water and towel off.
I slide into my gray joggers, leaving my chest bare, and slip into my spare pair of shoes, not wanting to track blood through the entire building. I blink as the elevator door closes in front of me and I pull up the video, watching Lena take Tony’s rough fucking like the dirty little slut she is. She never wavered, even as he held her down, bound her, and fucked her senseless. She really is a fucking queen.
After Tony’s text that they were waiting for me, and for me to get my ass up to the apartment, they better be ready. Because tonight, I’m letting my monster loose and taking a bite out of both of them. I’m going to make them pay for locking me out for days.
The elevator slides open, and I stop the video, sliding my phone into my pocket as I exit. I open the penthouse door and am greeted with silent darkness. I check Lena’s room first, but it’s dark too, with no one to be found. Next up is Tony's room, which is also empty.
What the fuck?
My heart thunders in my chest as a ripple of anxiety thrums through me. Where the fuck are they? If Tony has stolen her away, I will hunt him down and incinerate him but be careful to remove his dick to keep for myself. Fuck whatever feelings that are infecting me with him, he’ll be a dead man for fucking with me like this.
Running my hand through my hair, I grip my roots, yanking hard enough to rip some strands out. My eyes scan the space, taking in every detail. Have they even been in here or…My door, it’s not all the way shut, and even though I trust Tony with my fucking life, we never leave our doors ajar and disrupt our unspoken privacy rule.
I slip out of my shoes, my footsteps silent on the hardwood floors as I stalk toward the room. It’s pitch black inside and a thrill runs up my spine, pulling a grin up at the corners of my mouth. Someone is in here, and whether it’s them or an intruder, it’s going to be a fun night.
My fingers curl around the door, pushing it open enough for me to slip inside. I stand next to it, ready to make an escape if I need to, and inhale quietly as I let my eyes adjust to the dark, familiar smells lingering in the air. Oh, they’re playing a little game of hide and seek, are they? Our bedrooms are as big as some people’s full-sized apartments, so there’s plenty of room to hide here.
I approach the bed first, the most obvious place they’d be. The covers of my Alaskan King bed have been pulled back, but it’s empty. I turn toward the sitting area, and as I approach, that’s when I see a figure sitting in one of the black, leather chairs, its high back hiding them. The shadows around them seem to move, and I catch the sweet scent of a vape.
Delicious .
“If I’d known we were playing a game, I would have drawn it out a little longer,” I quip, but there’s no answer from the figure in the chair. I stand there, waiting for something, and just as I’m about to close the distance, a delicate hand snakes around my body, running over my abs.
I stay still as Lena runs her fingers over each muscle, tracing along the waistband of my sweats. “Isn’t it always a game with you?” Her voice is thick with lust, and immediately, all the blood rushes to my cock, making it turn achingly hard and causing my head to spin.
The fireplace comes to life along with the red neon lights that line the baseboards, illuminating the room and matching the vibes of the Underground. The crimson glow turns Tony’s gray eyes fiery as he sits low in the chair, legs spread wide, already palming his hard cock. And holy shit , he’s not wearing his hood or either one of his masks.
These two worked together and lured me right into their trap. How fucking hot is that?
“Well, now that you two are well acquainted, we can finally play by my rules.” I see the glow reflect off of Tony’s teeth as he viciously smiles at us.
Lena’s hand slips under my waistband, her fingernail lightly tracing my length, causing me to let out a soft moan. “Playing dirty tonight, are we, love?” She runs her nails of her other hand down my back, pressing hard enough to leave marks, running her tongue over them, easing the pain.
“I am learning from the best.” She wraps her arms around my waist, leading me backward toward the bed. She turns me to where I’m facing it, and I don’t miss the array of toys already laid out on the bench at the foot. She comes around me, trailing a finger as she goes like one of the dancers as they round their poles. I see she’s been picking up on their cues during her time down in the club.
I finally get my eyes on her, taking her in for the first time in days, and I almost howl at the fucking moon like a wolf. She stands before me in her little black heels, in a black, leather bra with shiny silver zippers up each cup, when unzipped, would expose each of her perfect, pink nipples. Her panties are a strappy, black leather number that lies perfectly across her skin. Each thin strap just waiting to be snapped by my teeth.
Wait. Holy shit, they’re fucking crotchless , giving me the choice of whether I want them on her or stuffed in her mouth for me to get later. And I don’t miss the way that her pussy is already dripping, glistening in the firelight as if I’ve missed out on some foreplay. I can’t complain about the little numbers that Tasha has been filling her dresser with. Her taste is fucking impeccable, and I’ll need to make sure she gets a bonus for this .
I follow the curves of her body up and see the leather choker around her neck, a small O-ring in the front, just waiting to be clipped to something. And I will find something to secure her to and fuck her doggy style as she whimpers and whines like a little bitch, taking me hard and fast.
Fuck, I can’t wait to use her like the little sex toy she’s presenting to be. The sweet woman who showed up at my club is not the woman who is standing in front of me now. No, this woman has fully embraced the new life she was thrown into and has wholly given herself to her dark desires. Whether she realizes it or not, she’s powerful, a force like no other, and has both Tony and me by the fucking balls.
I give her my darkest smile, one that visibly sends a shiver across her skin as I look over to Tony, whose fiery eyes are still burning into me and Lena.
“Let the fucking games begin.”