Chapter 9
Alexander
I can feel her apprehension the second my dick springs free. I know there is more to her that she isn’t telling me. I don’t need the words to know I’m right, I can see it in her eyes and feel it in the shift of her body. I don’t let her get caught up in her mind. I grip the backs of her thighs and hoist her up against the tree. She comes back to herself and gets lost in the kiss, then pulls away and stares down at me as I line myself up with her entrance. Her eyes widen as I press against her opening. My brows furrow when I push forward and she winces, horror fills me as realization crashes into me.
“Bambi?” Her eyes meet mine and I see it. “You’re a virgin,” I whisper. Her mouth opens but no words come out. Fuck! I attempt to pull back but she tightens her legs around my waist and slams down onto my cock. She screams in pain and I grit my teeth, trying not to bust a fucking nut from how tight she is.
Fuck, she feels amazing.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, shit!” she screams out. I see her eyes glistening with tears and anger fuels me.
“Why the fuck did you do that?” I roar.
Her nostrils flare and she blinks back her tears as she meets my angry glare. “Because, I wanted to. No one hurt me, Alexander, and now you know for sure I’m not a liar.” She throws her words at me with a heavy dose of venom.
I lock one arm under her ass, the slight movement has her wincing. I grip the back of her neck with my other hand in a punishing hold. “Someone hurt you and you will tell me who but tonight,” her eyes widen, I can see when she opens her mouth she’s about to lie so I push on, “Tonight, you’re going to let me erase that pain and hopefully make this a better experience for you.” Her eyes fill with emotion that I don’t try to decipher as I maneuver and lay her down gently on the forest floor while keeping my cock inside her. She stares up at me with a look of uncertainty. I had planned to fuck her hard and work out my frustrations on her perfect little cunt but it appears tonight will be a first for both of us.
I lean down and seal my lips to hers, forcing her to relax and melt into the ground. Only when she is fully relaxed do I begin to move inside her. I draw almost all the way out before sliding back inside her slowly. She gasps into my mouth but I don’t break the kiss, knowing she needs me to keep her distracted until the pain bleeds into pleasure. I keep my thrusts slow and measured even though it’s killing me. I want nothing more than to slam inside her and chase my orgasm.
But, I can’t, not with her.
When her moans begin to grow, I break the kiss and keep the same tempo as I peer down at her. “You like it?” I grit out. She arches off the ground when I stroke that sweet spot inside her. She pushes her hands under my shirt and runs her fingers over the scars on my back. She’s too lost in the feelings I’m pulling from her to notice them again.
“Yes, Alex, it feels so good,” she moans.
“Lift your leg and wrap it around my waist.” She does as she’s told, her blind trust in me to know that I can give her the pleasure she seeks is… crazy, but the fucking monster inside me loves it. Relishes in it even. This time when I push inside her I hit a different angle, her eyes widen and a sharp cry pulls free.
“Oh my God, keep doing that.” She pants. I bite down on my lip when she digs her nails into my back as I thrust inside her again with more force. “Hmmmm,” she purrs, she likes it hard! I repeat the move twice more, getting her used to the feeling before I allow myself to slam inside her harder. We both cry out and I lose the battle against my control. I draw back and place her legs over my shoulders, then bend forward and fuck her like a savage. Her cries will be heard for miles and the sick satisfaction that gives me has me fucking her harder and deeper. “Alex, I think I’m going to come,” she screams. I pinch her clit and love the way she shudders beneath me.
“Come for me, Bambi,” I growl and she does. The sight of her coming on my cock is a sight that will be ingrained in my memory for years to come. Unable to hold off my own release any longer, I slam inside her once more before emptying everything I have inside her without remorse.
Shudders tear through the both of us, the only sound that can be heard is our panting. I’m slick with sweat and feeling fucking lighter than I’ve felt in years.
“Not a one minute man after all, huh?” I taunt, her mouth popping open in surprise. Before she can say anything, I brush her legs off my shoulders and bend down to capture her lips in a kiss. This kiss isn’t like any of the others. This one is more of a… let’s call it a truce type of kiss. I break it and slowly ease out of her. I feel like a prick when I see her wince. I yank my shirt off and reach between us but she darts her arm out gripping my wrist stopping me.
“What are you doing?” She sounds horrified.
“Bambi, that was your first time and there is going to be a mess of my cum and your blood. Let me clean you up and then I’ll take you home for a shower.” She stares at me with a dumbfounded look but doesn’t try to stop me again. When I clean her as best as I can, she winces and cringes but doesn’t make a sound. I help her to her feet and we both get dressed. I cringe when I face her again and see the mess I made of her shirt. I reach back and rub the back of my neck, she narrows her eyes.
“You couldn’t just take it off or something?” I smirk and shrug.
“Ripping it seemed like the better option since I get to stare at your tits the whole way home.” Her jaw unhinges.
“Asshole,” she mutters when I grip her arm and begin to lead her out of the woods. It takes a minute for the awkwardness to surface between us now that we have rid ourselves of the sexual tension, there is only tension left and it’s fucking suffocating! I release my hold on her and lead her back to where she ran from. She keeps her head down and every couple of steps I see her wince or cringe slightly and I feel like a prick. I assumed from the job she has and how she carries herself that she was… fucked if I know what I was thinking, but I never thought she was a fucking virgin. Believe me, I’m not the type of guy you want to remember for the rest of your life as your first sexual encounter. As we round the bend I frown at the sight of the two guys waiting on the hillside. Tatum lifts her head and when she spots them she slams to a halt.
“Are you fucking serious?” she seethes. I whirl around and face the little devil with a frown.
“What?”
“Your little fucking ass lickers have been here the whole time?”
I snap my arm out and grip the back of her neck in a firm hold, not caring that I’m hurting her. “I may have just fucked you like a nice guy but don’t get shit twisted in your head. I’m still in charge here, Tatum. I call the fucking shots.” Her eyes widen and hurt filters through her eyes. I release her and stride toward the guys. I toss Pope the phone. He hands it to Omen who turns and stalks away, no doubt to take it to Halo.
“You son of a bitch!” she screams, then shoves me from behind. I stumble forward a step then face her. Tears glisten in her eyes. I know what this looks like, but I don’t have time to worry about how I hurt her feelings. “You stole my phone…” Her eyes widen as she looks between me and Pope. “You set me up, you heard my phone call and knew it was Nexus.” I can see the wheels spinning in her head as she pieces it together. “You made them hang back. You knew if you asked about the phone I’d destroy it, so the only way to get it back intact was for you to…” She clamps her mouth closed and shakes her head, then snatches the duffle bag off the ground. When she meets my gaze again I see nothing but hatred. “I hate you,” she spits out then shoulders past me. I know she’ll follow Omen back so at least I won’t have to hunt her ass down if she gets lost.
“That was fucking low, even for you,” Pope mumbles.
“How about you keep your fucking nose out of my business, huh?” I snap as I snatch my blanket off the ground and storm back toward the house. Pope catches up to me in a couple of strides, then cuts in front of me. The look on his face can only be described as concern, which irritates me further than I already am.
“You don’t just screw anyone.”
“What the fuck’s your point?” I snap.
“My point is that you just used that girl. She may be the fucker’s sister but she isn’t him.”
I scoff. “Since when did you fucker’s start caring about Tatum Lawson?” I snarl as I press into him.
He pushes his forehead against mine, not backing down. “Since we have all been spying on her for six months. You aren’t the only fucking person here who is confused where she is concerned.”
“She knows exactly who the fuck I am and if I have to resort to old measures then so be it.” His eyes widen at my declaration.
“You would subject her to your demons?” The disbelief is clear in his tone as he takes a step back and looks at me like I’m a stranger.
“I told all of you, I would do whatever the fuck I had to in order to get justice for my sister. If that phone is a dead end, then she is the key to getting me what I want.” I brush past him without waiting for a reply. I’ve never tortured a woman or hurt a child but I will do it if it means getting vengeance for Ellie. My little sister deserves that much and Pope of all people should fucking understand that.
I’m a mile or so out from the house when my phone begins to ring. I fish it out of my pocket and hit answer when I see it’s Damon.
“Yeah?”
“Boss, we have a situation that needs your attention.” Damon is my head of the Colorado area and he keeps my men armed through his connections in Russia. He swore he would never work for anyone but himself, but that all changed while I was inside. His wife’s rapist was sent to the same prison, so I offered him a deal. I kill the fucker and he arms my men—he took the deal.
“What is it?”
“We caught two guys tailing you, they’re from the De Santis Cosa Nostra.”
I grind my teeth. “I’ll be there soon. Have them ready for me.” I end the call, quicken my pace as I scroll my contacts, then hit call when I find his number. The phone rings seven times before the fucker finally answers.
“Well, hearing from you is never a good thing,” the fucker says.
“You keep following me and I’ll be forced to take drastic measures to prove a point, Carnage,” I say in an even tone.
“You’re going fucking crazy, Denver. I never put a tail on your ass.”
“Bullshit, come say it to the two fuckers I have strung up.” He’s silent for a second and that unsettles me more. When Carnage is silent for too long it never ends well.
“Send me the location.”
I snort. “You want to join your men?” I taunt.
“Fuck you, Alex. If what you say is true, then the order didn’t come from me.” I can hear the waver in his tone, something is going on in the De Santis family and it's clear Carnage is trying to smooth things over. But, why?
“They aren’t leaving my shop… intact.”
“No repercussions will come from my family if what you say is true. You have my consent, Butcher .” Hearing him give the green light to embrace my monster and allow him out to play sends a thrill through me.
“I’ll text you the address,” I say, then end the call as I stride into the main house. Vatican, Halo and Omen all turn to me with weird looks on their faces. “What?”
“She’s in Omen’s room,” Halo says. I shrug, then head toward the internal garage with Omen and Vatican following after me. I toss my blanket on the back of the sofa as I pass by.
“What are you doing?” Vat asks when I start punching in the code to one of the floor-to-ceiling safes we have. I have all my tools locked away in here, it’s been years since I have touched these instruments and just the sight of them is getting my dick hard again. My mouth is watering at the sight of my favorite hunting blade—the weight is evenly distributed and makes it perfect for flaying the skin from my victims.
“I got the green light, we have two strung up and waiting,” I answer as I start placing my tools in a bag.
“Who gave you the green light?” Omen bites out.
I stop stuffing my bag and turn to face them both. “Carnage.” At the mention of their brother’s name both of them begin cursing.
“Why the fuck would he give you the green light?” Vat pushes.
“Because Damon picked up two fuckers who were tailing us. Carnage swears it wasn’t him who had us followed.” Omen frowns and drops his gaze mulling over my words.
“If Carnage didn’t order the tail, then who did? Wrath and Rage don’t have that kind of pull in the family to go behind his back.” I raise my brows and shoot him a deadpan look that has his eyes narrowing to slits.
“Desire is making moves of her own without the family knowing,” Omen supplies. I nod.
“Suit up, we leave in ten minutes,” I bark.
“Who’s gonna stay with the girl?” Vat asks.
“Pope and Halo?—”
Omen cuts me off before I can finish. “Halo won’t hang back if he knows Carnage is going. I’ll stay with Pope and keep an eye on her.”
My features harden as I stare at him. I fight against the need to rip his head off as a spark of something foreign flares to life inside me. “You don’t touch her,” I grit out, then stalk past them both.
* * *
Halo, Vat and I pull up in front of the warehouse we have on the outskirts of town. Unlike the De Santis family we don’t peddle drugs, we only distribute guns and Kevlar piercing ammo. I don’t fuck with narcotics, I won’t be the reason someone else loses a loved one because of that shit. I may peddle guns but that’s a different beast entirely. The three of us climb out and make our way toward the blacked out Lincoln that’s idling out the front.
At the sight of us approaching, Carnage kills the engine and steps out. Both him and Halo are sporting bruises from their earlier fight but Halo knows he needs to keep his shit in check tonight or he will be dealing with me.
“You better be right about this, Denver,” Carnage growls as he falls into step with us.
“You better hope he’s wrong or you’ll need to find a new pussy to pound,” Halo snarks as we enter the warehouse. Carnage doesn’t feed into his bullshit. I lead them through the vacant space toward the back where we take the stairs down to the basement level.
“How’d you find them?” Carnage asks.
“I have my ways,” I answer. I called Damon on our way here and had him and our guys move out for the evening. Carnage can’t know about the Denver Kings and seeing a production line of guns being readied to ship out is one way to fuck us over and get us killed. I had Damon move the fuckers to our empty warehouse where we conduct our… business.
Vat pulls his keys from his pocket, unlocks the door, then waves us in. I smile at the sight of the two bastards chained to a beam with their arms above their heads. They wear only their pants. Damon has already worked them over pretty well—one of them has a flap of skin hanging from his cheek.
Thanks to the lights being hung above their heads, we can see them but they can’t see us in the shadows. Both of them tug on their chains, trying to get free, then their movements still, they can sense the apex predator has arrived. The notion of them sensing their impending death has excitement thrumming through me. I move toward the back of the room, keeping to the shadows and place my bag on the metal table. Carnage follows and stands beside me.
“You say nothing about me while you extract your information,” he says low enough for only me to hear.
“Same rules apply as before. This is my show and you have no say here. I conduct my operation as I see fit,” I snap, then begin setting up my instruments. Once I’m satisfied with how they are laid out, I grip the edge of the table and drag it in the light. Both of the guys jerk and fight harder at the sight of me and the tools I have on display.
“Butcher,” the one on the right breathes out in a tone riddled with fear.
I smirk at the fucker. “Answer my questions and I’ll have no need to use any of my methods to extract the information I need.” My tone is relaxed and almost friendly. I love lulling them into thinking that if they are good, they get to go home and live to fight another day but that’s a lie. No one has ever been strung up in front of me and lived to tell the story.
“They’ll kill us!” the one with the flap of skin shouts.
I reach for my scalpel and hold it up. Both of them start jerking and kicking their legs. It’s useless, they’ll never break those chains. I twirl the blade in my hand, I know from the reaction they’re giving me already, they won’t last long and I won’t be able to play with them for as long as I would like. It’s the quiet ones that always last the longest, I love forcing them to break.
“Hmmm, see, if you don’t tell me what I want to know I’ll kill you slowly but, I’m not unreasonable. I’ll let you pick who gets my undivided attention first.” I look between them both as I rub my beard and flick my brows. When I hear a dripping sound I know what it is without even having to look, one of these fuckers just pissed themselves.
“Me!” the one with the flap of skin yells, causing surprise to course through me. The other one turns pale as he looks at his friend.
“No, take me first.” I roll my eyes, that fuckers bravery is bullshit, he just said that so he didn’t look like a pussy.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, Butcher, just let my brother go.”
Fuck!
“I hate killing siblings!” I groan. Both of their faces morph into a look of hope, fucking fools. “In that case, let’s begin.” Both of them fight harder than they did before to get loose. I go for the guy on the right who pissed himself. The fact the other one offered himself means he would take longer to break. The easiest option is to force him to watch his brother die because that shit will break him worse than me cutting him open.
I place my blade in the center of his chest and glide it down slowly, making sure he can feel every ounce of pain. I never rush my masterpieces, they all get my undivided attention and time. The other fucker starts yelling and spewing threats but I ignore him until I reach the waist line of his brother’s pants. The cut is deep enough to fit my separators inside so I can peel the flesh open while I start removing parts of him while he’s still alive.
“Fucking stop,” his brother screams as I retrieve my separators. I frown at the sight of the fucker passed out. I hate when they don’t stay awake for the show. It’s poor manners. I slip one end under the skin and the guy jerks awake with a horrid scream tearing from him. I force the other end under the other side, relishing in the pained yell he lets loose. I never use the separators to break bones, I love doing that individually. I just love using them to hear the sound of flesh tearing and inflicting as much pain as possible. If he thinks it hurts now, just wait till I start cranking them open, there is nothing like hearing the sound of flesh being torn. Just the thought of hearing it in a second has my cock growing hard.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!” I roll my eyes and keep my gaze locked on the other fucker as I turn the crank. The bastard starts flailing and screaming as I keep ripping his flesh open. “Fucking stop, you crazy cunt!”
I pause and shoot the motherfucker a dark look.
“Butcher, you have information to extract. Stay on track,” Vatican says as he comes to stand by my side. My nostrils flare as I try to calm myself. I loathe being called crazy, what I do is a fucking talent and a craft that I have honed over years of practice. This is fucking art. Vatican nudges me and shoots me a look, bringing me back to the present and out of my bloodlust.
“Tell me who sent you after me and my guys,” I snarl.
The fucker swallows, I keep my eyes on his so I can see if he lies. “The De Santis family sent us.”
“Which one?” I push. When he takes too long to answer, I return my attention to his brother and smile, the sight of his rib cage and insides on display is a sight I could stroke one out to. It’s beautiful. I retrieve my reciprocating saw from the table and hate that my toy is passed out with his chin resting on his chest. The other cunt starts yelling and screaming but I drown out his noise when I start the saw. I grab the first rib and start working only for the fucker to wake up and start jerking, messing up my cut. Blood splutters from his mouth and lands on my cheek but I don’t stop until I have his rib resting in the palm of my hand.
I glide toward the other bastard who is still issuing threats and push his brother's rib into his pocket. He starts sobbing and goes lax in his restraints and that’s when I know we have him, he’ll tell us everything we want to know. He was easier to break than I had hoped, which is annoying but it is what it is.
“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll end this.” His head slowly lifts and when his brown eyes meet mine, the look of resignation is there, he’s given up.
“Desire De Santis sent us to tail you,” he admits.
“Why?”
“She said you were making moves and wanted proof.” Carnage steps out of the shadows and comes to stand beside me. The guy's eyes widen but there isn’t an ounce of fight left in him. He thinks I’ve set him up and is ready to die.
“What else did my sister tell you?” Carnage sneers. The guy’s face contorts in confusion, clearly not understanding what the fuck is happening right now.
“Nothing.” When I swivel toward his brother and raise my saw he starts talking again. “I swear, I only overheard her on the phone!” I turn back to the fucker and narrow my eyes.
“What did you hear?” I yell. He recoils on instinct.
“Just that she would have proof soon. She said that the deal you and her made wouldn’t save you this time. She said you would have no choice but to come back to her and she would make sure you never knew what really happened.”
“That makes zero fucking sense,” Carnage roars. The guy takes a shuddering breath.
“I swear, that’s all I know. I’m just supposed to follow them and report back to her when I find their home base.” Rage overcomes me. I dart forward and grip the cocksucker by the throat, his eyes bulge as I cut off his airway.
“From now on you work for me. You report back to that bitch what I tell you to, am I clear?” He nods as best he can. I release him with a shove as he gasps and coughs. I turn to Vatican, he can see the look on my face and knows I’m about to resort to my old ways. “Get that fucker medical attention and bring that bitch to the house. I want to find out exactly what that cunt is up to.”
“I’m not letting you go after my sister,” Carnage snaps.
I pin the bastard with a look that urges him to try me on this one, because I’ll kill him where he stands. “We’re at war now. Your sister broke the agreement when she came for me. Choose a side, Carnage.” I press into him until we are chest to chest and eye to eye. “This time, when I turn my back on your family, none of you will be standing. She’s making moves without you.”
“She’s doing what she has too!” he defends.
I drop my tone to a whisper. “Why don’t you ask your darling sister what really happened to your father and how she became the Don.”