Chapter 3
Phoenyx
One Month Later
O ne month.
Four murders.
Zero regret.
Every Friday night, I kill someone new. Each were guilty of rape.
One was guilty of rape and murder of a child.
They all screamed and begged in the end.
They all suffered, and I haven’t had a single nightmare since.
I go to work during the day, and I research at night.
I have made a name for myself in a short amount of time.
Outside of the men who attacked me, I am the only one who knows that they called my Birdy, so that is what I have named myself on the dark web.
Morbid, I know. I think it’s funny, but I also murder for fun.
I have researched all week, and the only one of interest is a mafia leader named Knox Butler, who apparently raped, murdered, and dismembered his wife ten years ago.
There are plenty of rumors of his ruthlessness and cruelty, but I can’t find anything that is telling of what happened to his wife.
I cannot even find her maiden name, but her name when she died was Macey Butler.
I have everything ready to go, but I am still double-checking things.
I wish I had more information to go off of.
I know his address, and I know that all week his property has had very little activity.
I should be able to sneak in through a side door and go to the main living room.
It seems like the biggest area, according to the vague blueprints.
Sometimes I wish I could talk to the people who send me this information, but I would get caught so fucking fast.
I give up and set my laptop down before going to my SUV.
I’ll do the same routine of parking and walking, but I don’t know much about his property.
I am more nervous about this one because killing a mafia boss could lead to my actually getting killed.
I am so meticulous about everything that I do, so I don’t think I will run into issues.
He lives alone, and I am disguised the entire time. What could go wrong?
I park and grab the duffle bag. I decided to take a change of clothes with me this time so I can walk back cleaner.
Last week, I was covered in so much blood that it was dripping off of me.
Luckily, he lived out in the middle of nowhere, so I didn’t even get close to being spotted.
I think the best part of all of this is that the murders never make it to the news. No one gives a shit that these men die.
When I get to the front gate, I find that it is open.
I don’t want to walk down the main drive, so I go off to the left of the road and walk up to the house that way.
There aren’t many lights on, but I can see someone sitting on the couch when I peep in the front.
Before I can get myself spotted, I go around to the side and find somewhere to get in.
I don’t want to chance a door creaking, so I find a window that is open in one of the bedrooms. I put the bag in first before quietly gaining entry.
As I quietly walk through the house with my gun in hand, I can’t help but admire the house.
It is stunning with bright white tile flooring and neutral colors to make the space seem bigger.
When I get to the end of the hallway, I see a man sitting on the couch watching TV.
He is alone, and even from this angle he is stunning.
It’s going to be fun making him scream. I was counting on the coffee table being of use, and I think it will do perfectly.
I take a second to admire his build before pressing the gun to the back of his head. “It took you so long to get to me, I thought you had changed your mind,” he says without turning.
Fuck. I don’t like that. I don’t show that it bothers me though.
“Stand up,” I say simply. He obeys, and I instantly regret my decision when he stands and faces me.
Knox Butler is gorgeous and tall. He stands at around six foot four at least. He is absolutely ripped and could easily break my ass in half.
I am thick, yes, but I am also short as fuck.
He could throw me without even breaking a sweat.
“You are far more intimidating than you look. I’ll give you that,” he says with a devilish smirk. I can tell he doesn’t smile for fun. That is not a look of joy.
“You talk a lot of shit for a dead man,” I say. “Are you going to try and fight like the last one?”
“That depends,” he says. “Are you confident you can get the job done?”
“Job?” I ask. “All of you are the same… Thinking you are more important than you are.”
“Who sent you?” he asks. “I might not actually kill you if you tell me.”
“Right,” I laugh. “Is that what you think this is? A hit?”
“Is it not?” he asks. He starts to take a step towards me, so I fire a round into the chair beside him. He doesn’t even flinch, but he stops moving.
“Ten years,” I say. “Ten years you have been free while she’s been dead. Do you ever think of her, Knox? Do you ever wonder what things could be like?”
“Ah. Little birdy has come out to play,” he says. “You’re here because of Macey.”
“Good job, dumbass. Undress,” I say.
“I’m going to have to pass on that,” he says. “Tell me, Birdy. How much do you trust the information you were given?”
“Enough to know you deserve every second of what I am going to do to you,” I say. “Undress.”
“Or what?” he asks. “Are you going to shoot me, Birdy?”
“Stop calling me that,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you,” he says as a grin spreads across his face.
Suddenly, arms wrap around me, and the gun is yanked away.
I don’t fight because I knew the moment he acknowledged knowing I was here that I was fucked.
He can’t do anything that hasn’t already been done to me.
If today is the day I die, so be it. “Meet my brothers, Birdy. Were they targets too?”
“They are now,” I growl.
“Tie her arms and lay her on the ottoman,” Knox says.
My bag is tossed on the couch as another man goes over to open it. He looks a lot like Knox, but he doesn’t look grumpy. “If you’re going to kill me, there is no need to draw it out,” I say flatly as the man behind me ties my arms behind my back with rope.
“Aww. But we want to play with our new toy,” the man behind me says as the second man comes over.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“Tripp,” he says with a smile. “He’s Rook.”
“Great. Can we get to the point here!” I ask.
“Scared, Birdy?” Knox asks as he steps in front of me. He is close enough so that when I bring my knee up and connect with his groin, he groans and stumbles back.
“Stop calling me that,” I snap.
“Fuck,” he shouts. “Strip her.”
Tripp and Rook hesitate, but Rook eventually unties my arms. Before they can take my clothes off, I yank away from them and do it myself.
Knox watches me with his teeth gritted. He is pissed off, but as I take off my clothes, and all my scars appear, something different appears.
“What’s wrong, Knox? Expecting something different?
I’ve been hurt in ways that you will never be able to match.
So, do whatever you need to do, but you won’t make me break. ”
“Who did that to you?” Rook asks me to face him.
“Tie her arms back and lay her down,” Knox says firmly. Rook shrugs, and he and Tripp tie my arms behind my back again. Rook is the softest, but Tripp is the one that is a weird mixture of both him and Knox. He has an energy that is playful yet volatile.
I am laid on my back with my arms pinned, and panic starts to swell inside of me.
I combat this by focusing on the same spot on the ceiling.
“Let’s see what she has in her bag, hmm?
” Tripp says. I bought a new Rhino Dildo this week, but I also got smaller sizes too.
They’re still massive but would prolong the torture if I decide to make them come until I eventually kill them.
“Damn, she was going to fuck you with this,” Rook laughs.
“Is that true?” Knox asks.
“I still am,” I say with an attitude. “If you are going to hurt me, just fucking do it. All the drama is not necessary.”
“Who said anything about hurting you, Birdy?” he asks.
“Stop calling me that,” I scream.
“What else should I call you then?” he asks as he leans down and grabs my chin. “What’s your name?”
“Phoenyx,” I say. “I go by Nyx.”
“Pretty name for a pretty girl,” Knox says simply.
“You wanting me to beg you not to rape me or something? Beg for my life?” I ask. “Fuck you. Better make sure to do it right because I will fucking kill you.”
“She’s so angry,” Tripp laughs.
“No,” Knox says. “She’s scared.”
“She’s a brat,” Rook adds.
“I’m not scared of you,” I laugh.
“No, but you are scared of something,” he says.
“I won’t beg you. Do whatever you want,” I say.
“Oh, don’t tell me that,” Knox says as he leans down more to speak softly. “I’ll make you come until you can’t see straight. You are far too tempting, Birdy.”
“What do you want from me?” I ask. I’m not afraid of them. I don’t know why, but I just sense that they’re just annoying, not violent.
“Why are you here? Why target me for your little vigilante spree?” he asks.
“Because you’re just like the rest of them,” I snap. “You hurt someone innocent. You don’t deserve to breathe. She does, but she’s gone.”
“Is she talking about Macey?” Rook asks.
“She is,” he says simply.
“Fucking piece of shit,” I grumble and close my eyes.
“Look at me, Birdy,” he says. I scream and bring my legs up at the same time to kick him.
I make contact with his hip, and he stumbles back a bit.
He recovers fast and pulls my thighs apart to pin my legs open.
“I’m trying to be nice to you, Phoenyx. Clearly, you’re doing all of this for a reason, and I’m trying to understand, but I am not who you think I am. ”
“You killed your wife. You are the mafia. What the fuck do you mean you are not who I think?” I snap.
“I didn’t kill Macey, Nyx. You prefer Nyx, right?” he asks.