31. Noah
Noah
“ A re you sure you’re up for this?”
Del asks, following me to the bathroom as I finish getting ready. I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my puffy red eyes.
“You’ve barely grieved,” he continues, watching me wet my toothbrush and squeeze minty toothpaste on the bristles.
It’s been a week since I killed my father. The shock didn’t set in until a few hours after once the adrenaline had died down. I cried even though I willed myself not to.
I cried for the memories before I knew my father was a horrible man.
I cried for his victims.
I cried for the man who chose greed and power over his family.
Then I cried for myself because I killed my father.
He deserved a worse death. He deserved to suffer for all the things he did. But I had to be the one to end his life. I wasn’t strong enough to torture him. I should have let Del do it. I owed him at least that for all the years he spent seeking vengeance for his mother’s death.
When I apologized for Gio’s quick death, Del held me and let me disappear into my grief.
He doesn’t resent me as I feared. He respects me. He sympathizes with me.
Because now we have something in common.
We’ve both killed a parent.
“It will get easier. What you’re feeling.”
My eyes lazily fall to Del as he leans against the doorframe to the bathroom of the Brooklyn loft. He’s dressed in black from head to toe, arms crossed, as he stares back at me with concern.
“Guilt, right?”
I give him a terse nod and finish brushing my teeth. Once done, I turn to face him. Del cups the side of my face and swipes his thumb over my cheek. I close my eyes at his touch because he always has a way to make me feel safe and loved and wanted.
“You’re stronger than you realize, you know?”
He scoops me up in his arms and kisses me. Soft yet possessive... just enough to have me yearning for more when he pulls away.
“We can let Matthew suffer one more day if you need more time.”
I smile and tug at his shirt for another kiss. This time it’s devouring. Del’s tongue sweeps in and massages my own. His arms wrap around me, squeezing me against his body. I bury my hands in his hair while his hands roam down to my ass. He grabs my cheeks generously, and I moan into his mouth.
“I’ve been looking forward to this for days. I’m so fucking wet just thinking about it,” I whisper against his lips. “Will you fuck me in front of him?”
Del responds by grinding his cock into my stomach.
“I was hoping you’d let me.”
With one more peck, Del releases me.
“Let’s go fuck him up.”
We take Del’s motorcycle out to Queens to St. Orion’s Cemetery in Fresh Meadows—the cemetery where his mother is buried.
The place is nearly condemned, overgrown grass scales the gates surrounding the hallowed ground.
Vines wrap around the metal and snake up the bricks of the bordering wall.
Inside is just as bad. Gravestones are covered in dirt and grime, many hidden by the tall grass.
Del leads me towards the center of the cemetery to a mausoleum. The gray cement has been stained brown with wear and tear over the years. We pass between two circular columns to a metal door that’s covered in rust.
Inside the burial chamber, the ground has caved in and spiderwebs line the corners and the ceiling.
“If I get bitten by a spider and die, I will be pissed.”
I hate spiders. They’re creepy with their eight legs and a bajillion eyes.
“I’ll protect you, Vixen.”
He kisses my temple before passing the crypt in the center.
“Goddamn, you smell,” Del says to Matthew, who’s gagged and tied up in a chair at the back. “Tired of pissing and shitting yourself, traitor?”
Matt narrows his eyes and squirms in the seat.
“You’ve been busy,” I say, scanning Matt from head to toe. He has a black eye, busted lip, and stab wounds all over his chest and arms. He’s been here for the past week, allowing Del and Elias to beat and torture him for information about his revenge against my father.
I worried about them being discovered here, but Del assured me he had guards around the clock. He also said no one comes into this part of the cemetery anymore.
“I’ve been wanting to kill this fucker since the moment he stuck his cock in your mouth.”
Speaking of cock… I grab Del’s bulge and stand on my toes to kiss him. His dick twitches underneath my hold.
Matt squeals at our teasing, attempting to break free only for the binds securing him in place to tighten around his wrists and ankles.
“Tell me he’s been a bad boy so we can punish him,” I say, brushing my lips across Del’s jaw.
I nibble my way down his neck and bite down. He groans and twirls me around, folding me over the marble of the crypt. There’s no body inside, I made sure he chose an empty mausoleum to torture and kill Matt, so as not to disrespect the dead.
“He’s been very bad, Rainbow Bright,” Del says, pulling down my black pants and panties.
He holds me down by the hair, my face smashed against the cold stone. The head of his cock presses against my pussy, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“He’s confessed everything. Now he gets to watch us fuck for his punishment.”
I scream when Del thrusts into me, staying seated to the hilt while letting me adjust.
“Eyes open, Matty,” Del says and holds my hands behind my back for leverage as he starts pounding into me.
“Fuck, yes, Delancy,” I moan, and he picks up speed.
His hand crashes down on my ass, and my pussy chokes his cock in response. He hisses and spanks me again.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you love the pain,” he groans, pumping his hips hard enough that the marble digs into my front thighs.
“I need more, please. Choke me and call me a slut,” I beg.
He drops his hold on my wrists and wraps his hands around my neck, pulling me up off the marble as he drives into me.
“Pinch your nipples, slut. Show Matthew what a whore you are for my cock.”
I do as I’m ordered and slip my hands underneath my shirt and take my aching nipples between my fingers, pinching as hard as I can. Pleasure ripples throughout my body and Del chokes me harder until I struggle to breathe.
He’s not holding back, fucking me in a near feral way. A sex starved man despite us having sex last night before bed.
“Touch yourself, Vixen,” Del says, his voice wavering as he gets close to his release.
My fingers graze my clit, and I buck at the sensation. When I press down and massage the swollen nerves, I explode into an orgasm.
Del fucks his way through until he’s coming too.
It takes a few minutes to catch our breath. Del lays on top of me while I’m sprawled out, chest and stomach flat on the crypt.
When he pulls out of me, his cum leaks out and he swipes it up with his finger.
“Does Matt want a taste?”
Matt shakes his head, his whines muffled by his gag.
“He doesn’t deserve it,” I say and grab hold of Del’s wrist. “Besides, this cum is mine.”
I wrap my mouth around his finger and lick it clean.
“Such a good little slut,” he whispers and kisses me.
Del helps me pull up my pants then digs in his backpack for our knives. We approach Matt, and his eyes widen. He thrashes in the chair, shrieking again.
“Now that you’ve seen our sex show,” Del begins, “it’s time for the encore.”
Del tugs down the gag and points the knife at his neck.
“Tell Noah everything.”
“Fuck you,” Matt growls.
“Now, now,” Del tsks. “We’ve already done that. The faster you confess, the sooner you can die.”
“I already told you everything.”
“And now you tell Noah.”
He’s breathing hard, his heart surely pounding against his chest from the adrenaline coursing through his body. He’s about to die, after all.
“The moment your father found out you were moving back, he pulled me aside. He wanted to make sure you found a safe place to live since you went against his order to move into the townhouse. I followed you the day you arrived when you were touring apartments. You wanted something under the table, right?”
I nod, crossing my arms and leaning my ass against the crypt where Del just fucked me.
“You stopped inside a coffee shop, and I sent in one of Percy’s guys to post a notice on the board inside, do you remember that?”
I gasp. “No way.”
Del looks at me, confused.
“It was a rental notice. I stopped the man before he walked out to ask him about it. He told me his tenant broke their lease and moved out and he needed someone to take over ASAP at a discounted rate. I wanted a cheap, low-key place that would let me pay cash and not run my credit. Off the books, you know. And it was in neutral territory, which was even better.”
“I guess that explains what happened to my neighbors,” Del says. “I thought it was strange they moved out so suddenly.”
“Noah’s father offered them a lot of money to move out,” Matthew explains. “Of course, Gio didn’t know I was working with Percy. I needed Noah to move next to you for our plan to work. Easier to track you both.”
Del scoffs. “Percy tried to make it sound like I had been the one to put Noah on his radar when it was you the whole time.”
Matt shrugs. “And then he watched as you obsessed over her and stalked her. It infuriated him that you fell in love with the enemy's daughter. So, he told me to blow up Noah’s apartment.”
“You gave those men my keys, didn’t you?” I ask.
“Yep.”
“Asshole,” I say and stab Matt in the stomach. He bends over and wheezes at the pain.
“Fucking bitch!”
Del whips Matt across the face with the back of his knuckles, causing his eyes to roll back into his head.
“Stay awake, fucker.” Del slaps his cheeks and Matt flutters his eyes open. “Why did my father fake his own death? Why didn’t he just come to us with this plan for vengeance against Lenetti? We could have helped him.”
Matt’s voice is strained as he struggles with the pain from the stab wound. Still, he answers. He’s ready to get this over with and die.
“Because he hated you, Del. For what you did to Imogen.”
Del takes a pair of cutting pliers from the backpack and chops off Matt’s ring finger.