Chapter 12
Ry
"Fuck!" I scream, hurling the knife. It embeds itself in the wall with a satisfying thunk, quivering from the force. The room spins, and for a moment, I think I might collapse. I press my palms against my eyes, willing the world to stop tilting.
"Hey," Kai's voice is suddenly closer, his hand warm on the small of my back. "We've got this. Let Hudson handle the fire. You focus on getting answers out of our friend here."
I drop my hands, blinking rapidly to clear the black spots dancing at the edges of my vision. Marcus stares up at me, eyes wide with renewed fear. The sight of his terror centers me, brings everything back into sharp focus.
"Right," I say, a smile stretching across my face that feels too wide, too sharp. "Where were we, Marcus?"
I retrieve my knife from the wall, testing its edge with my thumb. A bead of blood wells up, bright red against my pale skin. The pain is clarifying, grounding. I suck the blood away, never taking my eyes off Marcus.
“Please,” he whispers as I step closer. “I told you everything I know.”
“I don’t think you did,” I murmur, circling behind him. The knife’s tip presses against his shoulder, enough to make him flinch but not to draw blood. “I think you’re holding out on me, Marcus. And I don’t like that.”
With a sharp flick, I slash through the fabric of his shirt, opening a shallow crease across his back. He jerks against the straps, a strangled cry escaping.
“That was just a taste,” I breathe, leaning in so only he can hear. “Again. Who hired you?”
His shoulders shake. “I—I swear, I told you—”
I slice again, parallel to the first cut. Warm blood puddles at the edge of his shirt. “Not good enough.”
Marcus gasps, but before he can beg, something in his eyes shifts. The panic drains away. He straightens, lifts his chin. The air around him seems to crackle.
“How was my acting? I took drama in school. You think that hurts?” he says, voice calm and cold. “You think this little dance matters?” A slow smile twists his lips. “I watched them all die. Your precious customers, writhing and choking on what I sold them. Their screams… music for the cause.”
I freeze, knife hovering. His voice is steady now, devoid of fear. “You’re dead devils,” he continues softly. “All of you. Just lie down and die already.”
Blood pulses at my fingertip where I grip the blade. My heart hammers—rage, betrayal, something darker—surging through me. I plunge the knife back in without thinking.
Time fractures into a brutal rhythm: question, cut, his laughter, grime and gore painting my hands. I drive each stroke to hear his voice crack, to prove he bleeds, to force something more from him. Skin parts, muscle yields, and he still smiles, drenched in his own poison.
Rev’s shifts out of the corner of my eye, silent witness to my fury. Kai’s low chuckle floats from behind me, warm against my back. Their presence hammers my fury into focus.
I carve deeper and his grin falters, replaced by a stunned whisper: “I’ll… never… tell… you…”
“Of course you won’t,” I snap, and the knife sings through his skin. Blood arcs across concrete in slow motion, the scent—metallic and sacred—filling my lungs.
I twist the blade, watching bone and tissue split. His eyes flicker, glassy, as the world narrows to this dance of steel and blood.
Then at last, he goes still. I blink, coming back to myself slowly. The knife handle is slippery in my grasp, tacky with drying blood. I look down at the corpse that was Marcus, at the masterpiece I've carved into cooling flesh, and feel nothing but frustration.
"Fuck," I mutter, wiping the blade clean on what remains of his shirt. "He was never going to talk."
Kai laughs behind me, the sound rich with appreciation. "Worth it to watch you work," he murmurs, sliding his arms around my waist. His body is hard against my back, his arousal evident. "The way you move when you've got a knife in your hand... it's like watching art in motion."
Rev steps closer, his eyes dark with desire as they rake over my blood-spattered form. "Nothing hotter than watching you lose control like that," he agrees, voice dropping to that register that makes my skin prickle.
I'm covered in blood, most of it not mine. It's warm and sticky between my fingers, drying in flakes on my forearms. The crimson puddle beneath the chair reflects the harsh overhead lights, making the floor look like it's covered in rubies.
"The coffee shop—" I start, but Rev's hand slides into my hair, yanking my head back.
"Hudson's handling it," he growls against my ear, his breath hot on my skin. "Right now, you're ours."
The exhaustion that's been clinging to my bones suddenly feels like electricity, like lightning crackling through my veins.
I should be horrified at how quickly my body responds—at how the sight of blood and death makes me ache every time with need instead of recoil with disgust—but I'm beyond caring. Beyond shame.
I turn in Kai's arms, pressing my blood-slick palms against his chest. "I need—" I don't have to finish. They always know what I need.
Rev's hands find my hips, spinning me around to face him. His pupils are blown wide, only a thin ring of color remaining. "We know exactly what you need, baby girl."
His mouth crashes into mine, teeth scraping my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The coppery taste mingles with the scent of Marcus's blood, creating a heady cocktail that makes my head spin. Kai presses against my back, his hands already working at my clothes.
Between them, I'm stripped bare in seconds, my skin prickling with goosebumps in the cool air of the room. The concrete is cold beneath my feet, but I barely notice, too consumed by the heat of their bodies surrounding me.
"So beautiful," Kai murmurs, trailing kisses down my neck as Rev drops to his knees before me. "All covered in blood and violence."
Rev's hands grip my thighs, pushing them apart. I brace myself against Kai's solid chest as Rev's mouth finds me, his tongue insistent and demanding against my already slick flesh. A moan tears from my throat, my head falling back against Kai's shoulder.
"That's it," Kai encourages, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, pinching my nipple between his fingers. "Let us hear you."
Rev works me with his mouth, skilled and relentless, bringing me to the edge too quickly. Just as I'm about to fall, he pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate.
"Not yet," he says, rising to his feet, his lips glistening. "On your knees."
I obey without hesitation, sinking to the cold concrete. Blood seeps into my knees, warm at first, then cooling rapidly against my skin. I look up at them through my lashes, watching as they strip with practiced efficiency.
They're beautiful, my twins. Identical and yet so different in the ways that matter.
Both covered in tattoos. Rev's body is a canvas of discipline, each muscle defined and controlled.
Kai's frame carries the same strength but with a fluidity that speaks of barely contained chaos.
Both are hard with need, their cocks standing proud against their abdomens.
"Open, little bit," Rev commands, his hand fisting in my hair again.
I part my lips, taking him deep into my mouth. The weight of him against my tongue, the stretch of my lips around his girth, grounds me in this moment. Kai moves behind me, his hands roaming over my back, my ass, dipping between my thighs to find me wet and ready.
"So eager," he murmurs, sliding a finger into me. "Always so fucking eager."
I moan around Rev's cock, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. His grip tightens in my hair, setting the pace as he fucks my mouth with measured thrusts. Kai adds another finger, curling them just right to hit that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
"Enough," Rev grunts after a few minutes, pulling away. "I need to be inside you."
He drops to his knees in front of me, pushing me back until I'm lying in the blood pool, my teal hair soaking up crimson. The contrast must be striking—pale skin, teal hair, red blood. A macabre artwork they've created with me as the centerpiece.
Rev settles between my thighs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He watches my face as he pushes in slowly, savoring every inch, every gasp that escapes my lips.
"Fuck, you're tight, little bit," he groans, fully seated within me. "So perfect."
Kai moves to kneel beside my head, his cock heavy in his hand. "Open for me too, gorgeous."
I turn my head, taking him into my mouth as Rev begins to move inside me. The dual sensation—Rev's cock stretching me, Kai's filling my mouth—is overwhelming. I'm caught between them, used by them, cherished by them in the only way that matters to monsters like us.
Rev's pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more forceful. Each one pushes me further into the blood, my skin sliding against the slick concrete. The metallic scent fills my nostrils, mixing with the musk of sex and sweat.
"That's it," Kai urges, his voice strained as he watches Rev take me. "Fuck her harder. Make her scream around my cock."
Rev complies, his hands bruising my hips as he slams into me. The pleasure builds, sharp and insistent, a coiling tension at the base of my spine. Kai's hand finds my breast again, pinching and twisting my nipple in time with Rev's thrusts.
I'm close, so close, teetering on the edge of oblivion. The world narrows to the three of us, to the blood beneath us, to the primal rhythm of bodies moving together in ancient harmony.
"Come for us," Rev demands, his voice a rough command that brooks no argument. "Now, Ry."
The orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave, my body arching off the floor as every muscle tenses. I cry out around Kai's cock, the sound muffled but no less intense. Rev continues to pound into me, prolonging the pleasure until it borders on pain.
Just as the aftershocks begin to subside, they switch. Rev pulls out, and Kai takes his place between my thighs. He enters me in one smooth thrust, filling the emptiness Rev left behind.
"My turn," he grins, setting a pace that's different from his brother's—more erratic, more desperate. Where Rev was controlled power, Kai is wild abandon.
Rev moves to my mouth, his cock slick with my arousal. The taste of myself on him is intoxicating, a reminder of the pleasure he's given me. He feeds himself into my mouth, groaning as I suck him clean.
"Look at you, baby girl," he murmurs, brushing blood-soaked hair from my face. "Covered in blood and taking both of us. Most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
Kai's rhythm falters, his movements becoming jerky as he nears his climax. "Fuck, Ry, I'm gonna come. Where do you want it?"
I release Rev with a wet pop. "Inside," I gasp, already feeling another orgasm building. "Both of you. Inside me."
Kai grunts, his hips snapping forward one final time as he empties himself into me. The warmth of it, the knowledge that he's marking me from the inside, pushes me over the edge again. My second orgasm ripples through me, gentler than the first but no less satisfying.
Before I can recover, they're moving again. Kai pulls out, and Rev takes his place once more. He's close—I can see it in the tension of his jaw, the tightness of his shoulders. He pounds into me relentlessly, chasing his release.
"Mine," he growls, his eyes locked with mine. "Ours. Always."
"Yours," I agree breathlessly. "Always yours."
That's all it takes. With a final thrust, he buries himself deep and comes, his cock pulsing inside me. I feel the warmth of his release joining his brother's, filling me completely.
For a long moment, we stay like that, a tangle of limbs and blood and satisfaction. Then Rev carefully pulls out, moving to lie beside me. Kai settles on my other side, his arm draping across my waist.
"You need to sleep," Rev murmurs, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're running on empty."
I know he's right. The adrenaline is fading, leaving me hollow and exhausted. The concrete is hard beneath my back, but I can't find the energy to move.
"Can't," I mumble, fighting to keep my eyes open. "Too much happening. The fire, the club..."
"Hudson's handling the fire," Rev repeats, more gently this time. "And the club is secure for now. You're no good to anyone if you collapse."
Kai's hand strokes my hair, careful to avoid the places where blood has matted it into clumps. "Just a few hours, gorgeous. We'll wake you if anything changes."
I want to argue, to insist that I'm fine, but my body betrays me. My eyelids grow heavier with each blink, the world blurring around the edges.
"Promise?" I whisper, already drifting.
"Promise," they say in unison, their voices the last thing I hear before darkness claims me.
I dream of fire. Of buildings crumbling to ash. Of shadowy figures watching from the sidelines, their faces obscured by smoke and malice. In my dream, I'm running, always running, never fast enough to catch them, never strong enough to stop the destruction.