Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
PERILOUS
My cum clings to her bottom lip and drips in a thick string down to her chest. The shower water hits her tits and grabs at the cum, but it’s like maple syrup and won’t move.
I hold my cock with my right hand. I’m still throbbing. My left hand has a handful of Annika’s hair. My hand, wrist, and part of my arm is soaked. I don’t give a fuck.
I stroke my cock once more and watch as more cum collects at the tip of my cock. I curl my lip and pull Annika toward me. Her lips part, ready to take my cock if I would allow it.
I don’t.
Instead, I boop my cock against her nose, leaving a dollop of my cum on the tip of her nose. No fucking clue why I just did that, but I did.
I step back, release my grip from her hair, and admire her—sitting on the floor of her shower, smothered in my release, looking turned on, in need, and scared of dying all at the same time.
I then close the shower door. I put my cock away.
“Shower,” I tell her. “You have five minutes.”
I step out of the bathroom as my phone begins to vibrate.
WHERES MY DAUGHTER?! I ASKED FOR YOUR HELP!
I freeze for a moment and look back over my shoulder. Holom is texting me about his daughter and here I am looking back over my right shoulder, into the bathroom, and I can see the silhouette of his daughter as she showers my cum off her face. He obviously doesn’t know his daughter is alive and well.
He also doesn’t know that his own fucking Legion wants his daughter dead. Also… who the fuck does this asshole think he is, texting me like this? All caps? Exclamation points? That feels threatening to me.
Part of me wants to punish Annika for her father’s words. Part of me wants to find Holom and break every one of his fingers to ensure he can’t text for a while.
Then again, he can talk to text…
So, I’ll break his jaw too. To my surprise, another text comes through. Holom wants to meet me. No, he demands to meet me. Now I’m fucking livid.
I can simply tell Holom Alistair to go fuck himself. I can also tell him that his daughter is safe with her lips wrapped around my cock.
Both sets of lips too, buddy. Your daughter’s mouth is as fun as her cunt. Next I’m going to fuck her ass.
Or…
The shower water turns off and the glass door opens. Annika stands there, dripping wet, beautifully naked, glistening nipples pebbled. Her soft, tender curves showing, her hips designed to make your eyes travel between her legs where her sweet slit awaits.
“You have one minute to get dressed or else you’re going to spend the rest of the day naked,” I tell my pet .
She nods. No words spoken. That’s good. Right now she doesn’t need to know I’m going to meet her father.
Also, right now, I need to find something to tie her up with.
* * *
How hard is it to stare into the eyes of a father who is worried sick about his missing daughter? It’s not hard at all. How hard it is to lie to that father as he stares with bloodshot eyes and unkempt facial hair, fearing his only child is dead? It’s. Not. Fucking. Hard. At. All.
Holom Alistair sits at a fucking bar, working through a glass of scotch. His phone keeps going off. The screen lighting up over and over as though it’s on a three second timer to light up.
“Seems like you have business to tend to,” I say to him.
“Fuck business,” he says. “Where is she? Are you looking for her? I asked you to help me. You, Perilous. I know who you are.”
“I’m not sure that’s true.”
Holom turns and stands up. He swings his right hand and sends his glass soaring from the bar. It hits the floor and shatters. His left hand clamps down on my shoulder.
“I know exactly who you are,” Holom says. “I know what you’ve done in the past. What you’ve done for us .”
Us being the Legion. For the Perg.
My lip curls as I heard the echoing crunches of the accident I caused. The lives I took.
The fucking lives!
“Yeah, that’s right,” Holom says, his breath stinking of scotch and days of not brushing his teeth. “You’re evil. You’re… Perilous . I know you can find her. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says to you. Got that? This is my daughter we’re talking about. And if she…”
Holom swallows his own words. Fuck. He was about to spit out something good. Something I can use against him, Luc, and against Annika herself.
I can tell this guy is not squeaky clean at all. He may have more than skeletons in his closet. He may have fucking bodies hidden in there. And he’s terrified that something he’s done has put his only daughter in danger.
Yet he doesn’t know she’s already in my grasp. That my tongue and my cock are stained with her desire.
“Fucking find her,” Holom growls.
“What do I get in return?” I ask.
Holom faces the bar and tries to order another drink. The bartender—a pretty young woman with dark eyes and a tight black T-shirt showing off great tits—shakes her head. She looks at me for help.
“You’re toasted already, Holom,” I say. “Find another bar.”
“Fuck you!” Holom yells at the bartender.
I grab his arm and pull. He turns to face me and I think for a second he’s going to swing. He collapses against me. He’s a second away from bursting into fucking tears.
Fuck this.
I shove Holom out of the way and point to the door.
“Just fucking find her,” he pleads. “Bring her to me safely. Please. I’ll give you anything you want…”
He stumbles to the door and leaves the bar. I look at the bartender and can see it in her eyes that Holom has not paid his tab. I reach into my pocket and throw two hundred dollars down, figuring that has to be more than enough. I don’t stick around to find out.
When I exit the bar, I look around for Holom, just to make sure he’s actually gone.
“Stupid fucker,” I whisper.
I turn to my left and take two steps before I feel a sudden hot pain in the right side of my neck.
A voice behind me whispers, “Stupid traitor…”
And then everything goes black.
* * *
I come back alive to the sound of water dripping. A semi-steady drip, almost therapeutic. I try to move my hands and quickly realize my wrists are chained to a thick pipe above my head. There’s a rushing scent that hits me of old metal, dirty water, and air that hasn’t been changed over in decades.
Oh, also?
I’m completely naked. Stripped head to toe. My feet flat on the gross, cool floor.
Fuck.
That’s when the shadows start to move. They’re coming toward me. Seemingly from all directions. Black robes. Black masks. I’ve officially pissed off the Legion once and for all.
Someone followed me to meet with Holom. Someone is assuming that I’m working with or for Holom to get his daughter back to him alive and well. Fuck, for all I know, they’ve been following this entire time and they know that Annika is alive. They know that I have her. They know that I haven’t killed her yet.
There’s a really good chance right now that my intestines are going to be ripped from my body and I’ll be left to bleed out and die a horrible death. And yet there’s one thought that strikes me really hard.
I wonder if any of these guys approaching me are part of my brood . I wonder if Luc went to Ty and forced his hand through their father or just by simply commanding him. I picture it happening—Ty, Vic, and Demo killing me. Gutting me.
Would I hate them?
Never.
They didn’t ask to be brought into this mess I’ve created. This is my struggle. My fight.
There’s got to be at least a dozen of them all standing there. They continue to close in on me. When I see something in their right hands…
Fuck.
Needles. They all have needles. I grit my teeth. Each holding a fucking syringe in their right hand. Moving closer to me. Lifting their right hands up…
Maybe gutting me isn’t the plan here. Maybe pumping me full of drugs and leaving me to writhe and die…
The first needle slams into the right side of my chest. That’s followed by one on the left side of my upper back. Another in my right leg.
I realize the syringes are completely empty. This is just to fuck with me. They all stab me with the rest of the needles. It’s like stepping on a bees nest and getting attacked.
That’s when I see Luc. Holding a baseball bat. He’s not dressed in his robe and mask. He’s just in normal clothes.
As he moves toward me, he hands the baseball bat off to someone. Before I have a chance to ready myself, the bat is swung, connecting with the left side of my ribs. I hear crunching and instantly can’t breathe.
In one motion, Luc reaches back and takes out a stun gun and hands it to someone else. The stun gun is then jammed against my right armpit and electric volts attack my body. I can’t help that I shake uncontrollably and my teeth chatter.
I can’t help that I start to piss everywhere.
Even when the stun gun is taken away, my body shakes and writhes from electricity.
Luc reaches into his pocket and shows me a set of brass knuckles. Once again, he hands them off to someone and that someone throws a punch at my face. Just under my left eye, splitting my cheek open. The brass knuckles are then passed around from person to person, each given the chance to punch me one time.
It becomes a barrage of metal against skin and bone. My body throbbing and bleeding everywhere. My left cheek. My bottom lip. My jaw feels broken but it’s not. Getting hit in the stomach leaving my insides throbbing. My ribs feel like a pile of ashes.
“All together now,” Luc growls. “Like a beautiful symphony of destruction.”
The brass knuckles, the baseball bat, the stun gun, and whatever needles fell to the floor were picked up, everything all at once hitting me. The pain is enough for me to finally break my silence. I let out a roar.
Not a fucking scream. Not an ounce of pain showing.
I roar.
“Now leave!” Luc orders everyone.
I will admit this—I’m a little bit thankful it’s the Legion that did this to me. These men are older and drunk on power and don’t have the strength of guys like me or my brood . So I know Ty, Vic, and Demo aren’t here.
Because, if Demo swung that baseball bat at my side, it would be attached to my body right now. I would piss out both of my kidneys. And if Vic threw his vicious right hook with a set of brass knuckles into my jaw…? I’d never talk or eat solid foods again.
These are all Legion members who have attacked me. At the direction of Luc. I think about that last word I heard.
Traitor.
The robed men disappear and I’m left alone with Luc. I move my tongue around my mouth and collect as much blood as I can. I spit it to the floor. Luckily all my teeth are still in place.
“Traitor?” I ask with a smile. “That’s a stretch.”
“I gave you an order.”
“That you did.”
“Why is there not a dead cunt in front of me?”
“I usually don’t drag dead cunts around in public,” I say.
Luc reaches down and picks up the stun gun and slams it against my stomach. I take the intense zap and growl as my body shakes. Blood and spit collects at my lips as I drool crimson foam.
“Why were you talking to her father?” Luc asks.
I gasp for a breath. “Why were you fucking following me?”
“We’re following him. Not you.”
Well, that’s interesting.
“He sent me a text,” I say. “Wanted to meet. He is Legion . What did you want me to say to him? Tell him to fuck off? Then what?”
Luc chuckles. “You would have ended up right here anyway. I guess you’re fucked no matter what, Peri.”
“Seems that way,” I say. “So, what’s next? All I ask is you stay away from my cock. That’s my best feature.”
That makes Luc look at my cock. Truthfully, if he wanted to cut off my cock or hurt me bad he would have by now. This is simply a warning. It’s him flexing. A reminder of the power he possesses and what he can have happen at any time.
“I want that cunt dead,” Luc says. “I want her body.”
You don’t get her body… not the way I do…
“I want to drag her by her hair and show her father what I’ve done…”
What you’ve done? You aren’t going to fucking kill her.
“You look like you want to say something, Peri.”
“No,” I say.
“You want to ask questions. You’ve seen his daughter, huh? Pretty thing. Beautiful. Very smart too. Almost sorry that she’s going to die.” He shrugs. “She’s going to die, Peri. Right?”
“Her life… is over,” I say.
Luc pulls a syringe from his back pocket and takes the cap off. There’s liquid in this one and I growl as he stabs me in the shoulder. It takes a few seconds for the room to start to melt around me.
And I’m once again swallowed up by darkness.