Chapter Thirty-Nine
Blair
Elena is trembling, Wyatt is frozen, Trevor has his back to the wall out of sight, and I am trying to process what is happening. Stuart is on his knees with a gun pressed to the back of his head. While Kade is still on the operating table with a scalpel to his throat.
“No!” Elena shouts but Wyatt grabs her.
“Ah, too bad you were rescued before I could have made money off you. You really do have a nice body.” His eyes roam her body like he’s picturing her naked.
Stuart looks at Wyatt. “He’s the one stealing our shit.”
Packages?
“It was a nice distraction, watching you all run around trying to figure out what’s happening.” He laughs. “While I’m plotting to steal the one you watch in the shadows.” He takes the gun away from Stuart and scratches his temple with it, before placing it back against his head.
“Getting into your security system is no easy task, I must say you have almost perfected it. Almost. You led me straight to her by the way.” Gerald nods in my direction- Wyatt pulls me behind him .
“Should have seen the look on your face when you got my text, priceless.” He’s baiting him. I press my forehead into his back and his hand grips my shirt.
Elena is slowly inching towards Kade while the focus is on Wyatt and me. Trent is still behind the door waiting for the right moment.
“What’s wrong Gerald? Daddy hit you too hard when you got sent home for picking on innocent children?” Wyatt’s voice is calm and dangerous.
“Ah, so you do know who I am. I was wondering if we would have to take a trip down memory lane. Now that the pleasantries are over with let's get to business,” He clicks the gun and I gulp.
“Please don’t leave me,” I whisper through tears.
“I have two men you love, waiting to die. I thought the bastard on the table was dead but apparently, you all are harder to kill than I’d like to admit. It’s pretty simple really, you give me Blair and I’ll let one live.”
I get ready to face the wrath of a man I haven’t seen since grade school. A man who was the boy of my nightmares. I dreaded going to school because he would hit me and humiliate me. How could all of this be because someone stood up to him?
Why would Wyatt choose to save me when two of the most important men in his life are on the line? "Wyatt, I love you," I whisper. Stepping out from behind him, I see Gerald’s eyes lock onto me. He smiles—not a friendly smile, but a crazy, psychotic one, like the kind you see on serial killers.
Wyatt doesn’t move as I step around him. I look at his beautiful eyes one more time before I take a step towards Gerald and Stuart. I have to save them. His blue eyes are darting between all three of us. He snarls, grips my hand, and yanks me behind his body again .
“You’re not taking her.” He yells pointing the gun at Geralds's face.
“Suit yourself.” He aims and shoots Stuart in the head. Everything happens in slow motion. Wyatt falls to the floor on his knees as Stuart's body falls to the floor. Elena pulls her gun out and shoots the man standing over Kade. She rushes to him, pulling the man she shot off his body. I have no time to think.
Gerald is laughing, Wyatt is broken, and Elena isn’t paying attention to the man taking aim. Trent busts through the door and shoots Gerald’s arm that’s holding the gun. He shoots two more times into his legs and Gerald collapses to the floor.
So much shouting is happening and so much movement. Wyatt rushes to Stuart's body and lifts him checking for a pulse- he knows isn’t there. Tears roll down my face as doctors rush in to help Kade.
Kaleb is there pulling Wyatt off of Stuart's body. Trent handcuffs Gerald and takes him from the room.
He died because of me.
If I had stood up for myself when I was ten, there would be no Wyatt. No Gerald. They wouldn’t be in this position at all—if not for me. I feel like I’m in a tunnel, unable to reach the light at the end. Desperation builds, and I throw my head back, letting out a scream. Movement catches my eye to the left. I whip my head in that direction and see a man pointing a gun directly at Wyatt’s head.
Without thinking, I grab a scalpel from the tray of utensils and launch myself at the gunman. Everyone springs into action as I tackle him to the ground, stabbing him repeatedly. Blood sprays my face, covers my hands, and pools beneath his lifeless body. My screams grow so intense that my voice cracks, fading to a hoarse whisper. Trent pulls me off the man—the second man I’ve killed—and takes me from the room.
“You’re ok, Blair. You got him, Wyatt’s safe.” I must be screaming his name because when I look up, I see Wyatt's wild eyes on mine, as he fights to get to me.
“Let me fucking go!” He shouts into Kaleb's face.
“Wyatt, man, I can’t do that. Let Jamie help her while I help you.” Wyatt throws a punch but it misses and he’s thrown into a wall.
A small blonde comes to stand in front of me. I can’t peel my eyes off Wyatt and Elena. She sits holding Kade’s hand as the surgeons work to move him to another sterile room. My knees give out and I collapse to the floor.
“Blair. Hey, look at me.” Her cold hand reaches up and grabs my face. She sighs, and then I feel a sting as my head is whipped to the side- she slapped me. I lock eyes with her and blink, fully seeing the scene in front of me. “You have saved many lives today- including mine. You are not the one to blame for this. So, stop saying it’s your fault. Look at Wyatt,” I look up and see tears running down his face as four men fight to keep ahold of him, “He needs you now more than ever. Stuart was like a father to him. And you are the love of his life.” I watch them pull him to the ground.
I wipe my tears and try to regain composure. “B, I’m going with Kade. I’ll be in the next room.” Elena swiftly kisses my cheek and goes to leave. I grab her hand and she turns to face me, “I love you.” She squeezes my name and takes off towards the next room. So much blood, so much time running and being afraid- so much death.
“Blair!” Wyatt’s scream jolts me to my feet.
I rush to him, my heart pounding, and his bloodshot eyes lock onto mine. “I’m here! I’m here.” My throat burns from screaming, but I manage to shout loud enough for him to hear. His eyes capture mine and tears fall down his face. He looks over my body, as Kaleb and the other men let him go. He grabs me and pats me down like he might find a wound I’m trying to hide. “I’m ok,” I whisper.
The look in his eyes shatters my heart into a million pieces. The man who is always so collected is breaking right in front of me. I lean in, resting my forehead against his, keeping my eyes locked on his blue ones. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” He breaks into sobs, pulling me closer.
He adjusts us, pulling me between his legs with my back to his chest. His arms wrap tightly around my waist, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away. After a while, I feel him move, and I look up to find him already staring at me. “I will never let you go, no matter what it costs me,” he declares. I close my eyes and nod because I feel the same. “Sir,” Trent says, and he looks up.
“We have them both secured in the basement at Tiger.” A smirk spreads across his handsome face.
“I’m going to tell Elena we are leaving,” I tell him.
“No.” I think about how I can go about this. He’s in shock but is also hyper-aware of me. His arms tighten around my waist.
I look up at him, “Come with me?” I ask sweetly.
I can see the turmoil swirling with him. I lay my head back on his chest and feel his heart beating rapidly.
“Wyatt?” trying to get his attention back to me and out of his thoughts.
“Let’s go tell Elena,” he finally says.
We stand up and walk over to Elena who is being wheeled from the other room. “He made it through surgery and now we wait. If he makes it through the night, he has one hell of a chance at making a full recovery,” a doctor says to us.
I catch up to Elena and the nurse pushing her down the hall. “I have to go with Wyatt,” I tell her .
Her red-stained eyes look up at me with understanding, “I’ll be here with him. Make them fucking pay,” she snarls.
We walk back towards the exit when I see Trent and Kaleb talking in the room we were in. “Take his body to the morgue, I will give him a proper funeral and I’ll need to make a report,” I tell Trent, who nods without question.
“Thank you,” I look at Jamie and she smiles.
“You saved my life, thank you.” She winks at me.
The ride to Tiger is quick, I swear he drove over a hundred to get here. His hands haven’t left my body since the hospital. I trace his hand with my thumb as it rests on my thigh. When we pull up, our men are surrounding the building. Nobody is getting in or out without our say. He parks at the front of the building and quickly gets out. I wait for him to come around and open my door. He holds his hand out and I take it. We are still covered in blood from today’s events. I check him out and damn if he isn’t even sexier covered in the blood of our enemies.
He leads me through the front doors, and we take an immediate left. A door I’ve never seen before opens up and a staircase leads down to a pitch-black room.
“You’re sure they are locked up?” He smirks at me and holds out his phone to show me two men hanging by their nailed hands.
I thought seeing it might make me feel sick, but instead, it just fuels my desire to inflict as much pain as possible. We approach a metal door that slides open. He squeezes my hand, and we walk inside the room.
“Sit here,” he says, as he pulls off his shirt.
I hop up on the table full of equipment. I trail my eyes over his tattooed body and lick my lips, he notices. A sexy smile spreads across his face.
“Go on, do your thing.” He leans in and kisses me .
Hours go by and the one that got away in the cemetery is dead. His body parts are thrown all over the room. Watching my man pluck out his eyes and feed them to Gerald- made me wet. Yeah, I’m that fucked up. I got to cut off his dick with this new invention he made called the dick wacker. I laughed when he told me, but damn does it do it justice. It shredded it like fucking cheese.
Gerald is still puking from the snack we gave him.
“So, you were able to access all of my shit, that’s how you got into the hospital. With these fucking key cards.” He throws a keycard he found in his pants at him.
“You make it too easy.” Gerald laughs.
Wyatt punches him in the face, and he spits up blood. “You held a grudge over something I did fucking years ago? I guess I was right, daddy did beat you.” Gerald snarls.
“You took everything from me! That job was supposed to be mine. But Pit saw you and became infatuated. Took you under his fucking wing. I fought for years to get his attention but nothing I ever did was fucking good enough.” He spits.
I walk up behind Wyatt and look him over, “That’s because you are a worthless piece of shit who would never amount to anything. Pit would have never allowed someone as weak as you to be on his team,” I say more calmly than I feel, and he tries to lunge at me. I take the knife from the table, thrust it into his arm, and twist.
He thrashes around as he gasps in pain. “You fucking whore! I will fucking end you.” Wyatt laughs.
“Ironic.”
Wyatt turns, kisses me hard, and I moan into his mouth.
“Why did you come after Blair? Me? Because I embarrassed you in front of all your little friends?” Wyatt takes the knife from my hands and slices his chest as he walks behind him .
“I got suspended from school and my father beat me because I was a pussy. He kicked me out and I was on the fucking streets surviving when I spotted you outside her foster parent's house. I followed her home every day after school. I watched her, she was mine!” Wyatt snarls and stabs him in the shoulder.
“I was breaking her and molding her into what I wanted. My dad told me to find a girl and make her my bitch, so I did. Then you came along and fucked it all up. Seeing you outside her house pissed me off. Why do you get to see her, and I don’t? I left after I watched you kill her foster dad,” Blair gasps and steps away, “I ran and survived until I couldn’t take it anymore. I went back to plead with my parents to let me come home a few years later. That’s when I saw you and Pit leaving my parent's house,” he coughs up more gunk, “You fucking killed them!”
Wyatt looks at me, the same way he always does-possessively. Hearing that he killed my foster dad makes me love him even more. He saved me- again. He walks around to me, and I pull him into a kiss, right in front of Geralds's beaten face.
“You stupid bitch! I should have fucked you when I had the chance. I should have crawled through your window right after your foster daddy played with your pussy. You’d be wet and needy for my fucking cock you stupid cunt!”
His words mean nothing to me. They don’t affect me like he hoped they would. I get in his face and smile, “I guess that’s too bad for you. I hear my pussy is made of gold. It must be to get, Wyatt, the ruthless killer to fall in love with me,” I spit his men's words back at him.
“The thing is, I don’t give a fuck for your reasoning. You tried to take everyone I loved away from me. I didn’t kill your parents you dumb fuck! They overdosed and we had to go clean it up. They got their hands on some other shit a rival gang was selling. But, that’s all in the past. I think it’s only fair I take from you what you have tried to take from me. You will get to watch, of course.” A sinister smile spreads across his face and a chill runs through my bones. I feel heat settling in between my legs. Fuck he’s sexy.
He pulls a TV across the room. “Say goodbye to your fucking wife.” Gerald starts thrashing and cursing. The nails in his hands are tearing through his flesh.
The TV displays a woman, naked and tied to the ceiling like Elena was. Her long brown hair is matted with blood. She’s crying and screaming as someone comes up behind her and cuts into her skin. “She’s innocent in this! Let her fucking go!” He shouts, and Wyatt hits him in the mouth with his gun. “Like Blair was?” Gerald screams as he tries to tear his hands free.
“Shh, the best part is about to happen and you’re going to miss it. Darius is quite creative.”
The man unzips his jeans, looks directly at the camera and smiles. “Has he ever had your ass before, Hadee?” Darius asks as she shakes. “It doesn’t matter, because it’s mine now.” Someone puts the camera right at her hole and he shoves his huge cock in her ass and she screams. He begins fucking the woman tied up. “That’s right come for me,” he taunts behind her. Blood is dripping down the back of her thighs. He reaches around, and the camera follows as he begins to play with her clit. The TV screen slides up her naked body and stays on her face as the woman is forced to come. A sinister laugh erupts behind her, the camera pulls back as he slices through her belly with the knife. He pounds into her harder and faster. He takes the knife and cuts in the same spot as before and her insides fall out. Her muffled screams are cut off when he takes the knife and slides it across her throat .
“You son of a bitch! You will fucking die for this.” I laugh.
“No, we will not be dying, but you will.” I stab him in the thigh this time and he screams out in pain.
“I was hoping your fucking foster dad would have fucked you quiet because you never know when to shut the fuck up!” He spits in my face and Wyatt punches him over and over again.
He pulls back and I can’t help the laugh that escapes, “All this built-up revenge, just because someone was better than you. All because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. You picked on the wrong girl and look where it got you. Strung up naked and about to fucking die. You took my best friend, now I get to take yours.” I hold the cock wacker to his penis and turn it on and he screams as his body convulses. Wyatt comes up behind me and reaches into my leggings.
“So fucking sexy,” he whispers into my ear, and I moan when his fingers find my clit.
The screams of Gerald subside but my orgasm quickly reaches its peak. “Open your eyes and watch him writher in the pain he deserves.” I obey. He inserts his finger into me, and I come with a scream, and Wyatt's name on my lips.
“Your fucking sick,” Gerald’s voice is raspy from blood loss and pain.
“I thought you should know; I have people raiding your base. It was easy enough to find when your men led us right to it. All of your life's work will be burnt to the fucking ground. And I will build a house on top of your men’s bones. A reminder to anyone who thinks they can fuck with us. A sign that we will always come out victorious. Know that my wife and my children will play and live while you rot underneath us for eternity,” his voice is low, dangerous- it goes straight to my pussy .
I walk to the table and grab gasoline and a lighter. Wyatt watches me with anticipation. I circle the crying man, barely hanging on to life. His wide eyes follow my every move, “Please, you’ve done enough! Don’t do this.” Wyatt’s laugh booms through the room.
“I was wondering when you would break, they always do,” I smirk.
“I’m going to love watching you burn.” I smile as I pour gasoline all over his body. He coughs and shakes. “Please, no!”
I take the lighter and flick it onto his body and I watch as he goes up in flames. A smile spreads across my face as he screams.
Wyatt's arms snake around my waist and I lean back into him. “I love you,” He whispers, and I smile wider.
“I know.” He spends me around and slams me on the table.
Ripping my clothes off like a starving man waiting for his last meal. I reach for his pants and pull them down. His playful smirk is back and god does it do something to me. He runs his fingers down my stomach and over my clit and I arch my back. “Please?” I beg.
He settles himself in between my thighs and he starts fucking me while the smell of burnt flesh fills the air. “You’ve been such a good girl, I thought I should reward you,” he says in between thrusts.
I can’t think, I’m so full and the build of my bliss is right at the tip. “Oh fuck!” I shout as he slams into me over and over again. He leans in and bites down on my nipple causing me to scream. His hand reaches up and closes my throat. He bites harder and I go to moan but nothing comes out.
He pounds so hard into me, that the table screeches across the floor. I grab his forearms and dig my nails into him. My whole body shakes with the intensity of what’s to come. He grabs my hand and slides something on it when my orgasm hits me. He lets go and I scream, “Wyatt!”
He slams his lips into mine and he comes so much that I feel it leaking out of me. My pussy tightens around his cock and milks him for everything he has to give. He slouches on me but is careful not to crush me with his weight. I pull my hand up and see a diamond ring on my ring finger.
“How did you?” He smirks.
“I’ve had this ring bought for you for a long time, Little Dove.” The nickname makes my pussy clench, and he groans.
I giggle when I feel him getting hard again. "I guess Mrs. Eden does have a certain charm to it.” I pull him in and kiss him hard.
I look over at the crispy-fried man who tried to ruin our lives. All because he tried to take something that wasn’t his to have, a grudge that cost him his life. I look back at Wyatt and I see something in his eyes that I haven’t seen before.
“What?” I ask and he smirks.
“I’ve never met anyone as incredible as you.” He pecks my lips.
Before we can go for round two, his phone goes off. He reaches for it and sits up straighter. “Kade’s awake.”