Chapter 41
FORTY-ONE
AIDEN
“D-Dad?”
I don’t know what to think.
When Levi woke me up in the middle of the night and insisted I follow him, I hadn’t known what to expect, probably something unusual or strange that he considers romantic, but this is the last thing I expected.
It’s not just my dad that’s tied to a chair in the middle of the empty and sterile room but my uncle too. They’re barely recognizable, battered and bruised, but I could never forget their faces. Plain ordinary faces that can charm people into trusting them. Faces that have haunted me for years.
My dad can probably barely see, both of his eyes nearly swollen shut. He opens his mouth and I note that he’s missing a few front teeth, but yet, he recognizes me. “Aiden! Aiden! Help us!”
A snicker from the side has my eyes snapping in that direction, and I’m taken aback when I see that all of Levi’s brothers are here. Mammon stands calmly with Bel and Gore on either side of him, their small bloodied hands holding onto his. Asi seems, like usual, to not give a shit, but I don’t know who he’s trying to fool.
I take a stuttering step back straight into Levi’s chest. My body is shaking with nerves and terror. I never thought I’d ever be in the same room with my dad and uncle again and it’s like a nightmare come to life. Levi, of course, can sense it, and he wraps his arms around my middle, tucking his face in my neck.
“You okay?” he whispers in my ear, petting my stomach gently. “Do you not like my gift?”
“G-Gift?” I stutter, shaking my head. “Why would you do this to me?”
He clicks his tongue. “Don’t be an idiot, little lamb. I’m doing this to help you. They don’t deserve to live, right? Don’t you want them dead after what they’ve done to you?”
I suck in a sharp breath. Is that what he’s offering? Is his big romantic gesture to serve me my molesters on a bloody platter? I turn around slowly, trying to read his expression and… holy shit. It is.
The realization slams into me that this is Levi’s way of showing his devotion and his commitment to me. It’s the only way he knows how. He might not know right from wrong, he might not give a fuck who he hurts or who he kills, but he cares about me .
I crash my lips against his, dragging him down until he reaches my level. He growls in response to my passion, kneading my ass while his cock grows against my hip. I pull back before I can do something crazy like get on my knees and suck his dick.
Well, that’s a thought…
“My brothers had their chance to play,” Levi says, taking a step back and reaching for my hand. “I think it’s your turn.”
The knife is smooth in my hand and feels like it weighs a ton. I stare at it, then look back over my shoulder at my dad and uncle. The fear in their eyes can’t be missed and they both start to shake their heads.
“Please, Aiden!” my uncle begs, squirming against his restraints. “Don’t do this!”
“Help us!” my dad pleads again. “You were always such a good boy, Aiden!”
I shiver in disgust and look at Levi. “I don’t want to hear what they have to say.”
He nods, and with a quick look at his brothers, Asi steps out from the crowd with two gags. He shoves them roughly into both of their mouths, making sure to deliver solid blows to their stomachs before he steps away.
“Better?” Levi asks, brushing his thumb against my cheek. “What else do you want?”
I think I want everything .
But I… I can’t.
It’s not that I’m weak, it’s not that I’m scared, it’s not that I’m fighting against my urges and impulses. I just… don’t want to be the one to do it. It’s hard to describe and justify the fact that I don’t want to be the one to inflict pain upon them. I don’t feel bad for them. They deserve to be in these chairs and they deserve to die, but something doesn’t feel right about me delivering the final blow.
Levi narrows his eyes at me, cocking his head, before something hits him. “I see…”
I blink at him, confused because I don’t even know what I want. “You do?”
“Give me the knife,” he orders, holding his hand out. When I hesitate, he drops his voice to a whisper so the others can’t hear. “I promised you my soul, my loyalty, my dedication. You don’t want to do it, so I’ll do it for you.”
I can’t describe the relief that hits me. I didn’t realize I needed someone to do my dirty work for me, but the idea of Levi exacting my revenge is… perfect.
I nod, handing him the knife, and he steps up confidently to my father first. He looks at me over his shoulder. “What do I do?”
“His fingers,” I breathe, the words choked with anticipation. “I want the ones that touched me chopped off.”
My dad screams behind his gag, trying to move away from Levi, but it’s pointless. Levi doesn’t even blink and brings the knife down on my dad’s pinkie. He howls in pain, eyes widening as he watches the blood gush from his missing limb. Levi looks at me again, and it takes me a moment to see he’s searching for my approval.
So I say the first thing I think of as I swallow harshly. “Good boy, Leviathan. Do the others now.”
And it fits. It’s even better when Levi replies?—
“Yes, sir.”
I like that far, far too much.
“What else?” he asks, searching for my direction. “What will please you?”
I lick my lips and… fuck. I’m hard. Straining and aching.
And I can’t help the way my hand wanders down and under my sweats. “He would tell me that it was our little secret. That I was special. I don’t want him to be able to say anything ever again.”
Levi smirks and removes the gag from my father’s mouth, holding his tongue out and?—
Fuck, a jet of precum leaks from my tip.
It goes like this. On and on. Levi demands instructions from me which I willingly give. He enacts my revenge on my behalf, and I touch myself while I watch his brutality.
A missing toe here. A stab to the gut there. A hot iron rod down their throats.
The brothers are enjoying the show, cheering Levi on, waiting until he’s done and they can scavenge the remains like vultures searching for roadkill. That’s fine. They can have the leftover pieces and do with them as they please.
Because I don’t need to see my dad and my uncle die. I don’t think I even ever needed to see them suffer. It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t bring me any closure. They’ll still haunt me in my nightmares and follow me around for the rest of my life.
But that’s fine because I now have my own personal monster.
Then it hits me. My monster. I understand now what it is I’m feeling. Fuck, I might have always been able to had I not been so stubborn and scared. I’m not getting off on the torture or the justice being served. I have no sense of right or wrong at the moment. This foreign… power I feel is all because I have a psycho tethered to me, and there’s no reason to fear when he’ll do anything I ask.
“Stop,” I command, just as Levi presses the tip of his blade against my father’s neck. “Come here, Leviathan.”
He doesn’t break a step. He drops the knife and comes to stand in front of me.
“Kneel.”
He does.
“Open your mouth.”
He obeys.
I pull my dick out.
“ Suck .”
He basically lunges for my cock, slurping it up, and I drop my head forward to watch every second of it. I pet his hair, cooing at him, whispering words only met for us. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you, Leviathan?”
Levi might be a demon. He might be a monster. He might be unworthy of redemption and be damned to hell. He’s a hellhound.
And I’m his fucking owner.
His silver eyes flicker up to mine, the need for approval shining bright in them, desperate for praise as he nods. I smirk, digging my fingers into his hair and yanking his head back. He whines when my cock is out of reach and I slap his face. “Did I tell you to close your mouth?”
“No, sir,” he says, almost in a daze. “Please.”
“Because you asked so nicely,” I say, jacking my cock right in front of his face. “Fuck, I’m coming. Get that mouth wide open, Leviathan.”
He keeps his eyes on me as I come, coating his face in my release. I breathe a sigh of ecstasy, smearing my cum across his lips. “You’ll get your reward,” I promise him, bending down to kiss his cheek. “Now tell your brothers to clean up this mess, so we can go home, and you can fuck me.”
I tuck myself back into my sweats as he does what I say. He goes to his brothers, sharing hushed whispers, and I laugh at the look of excitement on their faces—even Mammon and Asi. They’re all goddamn monsters.
But as Levi takes my wrist and drags me out of the room, eager to get his reward, I smirk.
Because my monster’s the worst of them all.