Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
SKYLAR
Keeping Joseph pinned down, I watch as Rhodes picks up the pipe with a determined set to his jaw.
“I understand this is larger than your dick,” he says, a dangerous glint in his eye, “but you’re such a huge asshole, I’m sure you’ll adjust.”
Joseph’s pants and boxers are balled up next to us, so I do my man a solid and bend down to yank Joseph’s legs upward. Frowning because that’s just not the right angle, I decide to pin his thighs to the ground with my feet instead.
“Koen, you doing alright?” I call out, my eyes shifting to him. He releases a snore, making me sigh. I have wet wipes in the Jeep to wipe his face. I carry them to use after I pump gas. I hate the smell of it.
Since he’s fine for now, I glance down when Joseph releases a strangled scream. I release a long string of spit on his asshole to help, which is more than he deserves as Rhodes forces him to take the steel pole.
“Hmm. It’s not as easy as you thought it’d be, is it?” I muse. “You deserve all the misery. Unluckily for you, our team clocked you as a possible issue. That’s why we stayed behind when everyone else left. Come on now, Joe. Relax. Remember, this is what you were planning to do to my omega.”
Joseph can’t make any recognizable sounds anymore, and I roll my eyes as I watch Rhodes work. He may not top me often, but the alpha has moves. As soon as the pipe is a decent way in, he shoves it in and out of Joseph’s hole to keep the pain fresh.
There’s no way the beta is going numb. No, he’ll be feeling every single scrape of the rusty pipe as Rhodes fucks him with it. I’m not sure if Rhodes noticed the rust, but I’m taking great pleasure in knowing ole Joe is having all kinds of fucked up bacteria in his system.
Joseph begins to piss himself and Rhodes tosses me the knife as he jumps back. I smoothly evade the stream and castrate him before stepping off his body to enjoy the view. I doubt he’ll try to kick Rhodes at this point. His fight is going fast.
Tears streak his face, and I smirk, deciding that it’s not fucked up enough.
“Drugs are bad, Joseph,” I croon, kicking him in the face. I’m not a soccer player, but I have a wicked kick. I also love the sound of flesh beneath my foot. “Who’s your supplier? What? Oh hold on. I can’t hear you.”
He’s sobbing and red faced as his body writhes in pain. The hole where his cock was has blood and piss pouring from it, and I need him to feel as much pain as possible before I break his neck.
There’s a perfectly good dumpster behind us, and that’s where his grave will be.
“Let’s hear it,” I remind him, loosening the cloth around his mouth. “I want a name.”
Joseph inhales a breath to scream, and I shake my head as I drag the knife down his skin in reprimand.
“I’ll be getting that name one way or another,” I say. “Give it to me.”
“Harris Kilmour,” Joseph gasps.
“That’s what I’m talking about.”
Putting the name in my back pocket to find him, I get back to work. Bending closer, I begin to stab him repeatedly. His screams are getting softer as he loses strength and I glance at Rhodes.
“Time to go,” he agrees, getting up and kicking the pipe deeper inside Joseph.
Cleaning my knife on Joseph’s clothes, I pocket it to clean later before I break the bastard’s neck.
“Let’s throw him in the dumpster and I’ll go grab the Jeep. I’m honestly surprised the bartender hasn’t come outside,” I say.
I mean, it’s fortunate as fuck for us, but makes me wonder what the hell she’s doing inside.
“Grab his feet,” I grunt, picking up Joseph by the armpits.
“Zip ties?” Rhodes asks as he does as I say.
“Dime a dozen at hardware stores, but my handkerchief was embroidered by Mom,” I sigh, dropping him on his head to take it back.
What? The man is dead and can’t feel it.
For good measure, I check for a pulse once my handkerchief is in my pocket, content when I don’t find one. Together, Rhodes and I dump the body and toss the man’s clothes in with it.
“Stay with Koen.”
My strides take me to my car quickly, and I use the wet wipes on my gloves and the handle of the driver side car before I get inside. The window of the bar shows me that she’s very slowly wiping down tables, and I make a firm choice never to come here again.
We need someone with a little more ‘give a shit’.
I back the car in toward the rear of the building, and I help clean our omega up with the wipes before we load Koen into the trunk. There are lots of blankets because Rhodes is always in need of one when we’re driving, so I got into the habit of keeping them with us.
Rhodes is a badass alpha, but he’s also a pretty princess that loves his creature comforts.
Making sure our omega will be warm enough, I shut the door and Rhodes sits in the backseat to make sure Koen doesn’t choke on his own puke.
I tried to keep him propped up, but I don’t want to get pulled over for some reason and have to explain the drugged out of his mind hockey player.
No one is going to stop you. Get it together.
Plugging in the address to Koen’s apartment, I drive away as soon as that’s done in that direction.
“Be prepared for me to do some really fucked up things,” I grumble to Rhodes as I struggle not to speed.
“I’m going to escalate the paperwork on the house by explaining to Tracey that we need a permanent place to live so our playing doesn’t suffer, and then I’m going to find a reason for Koen to move in with us. ”
“That’s fair,” he says, his eyes on Koen.
It doesn’t escape my notice that his fingers continually trail to our omega’s neck to check his pulse. He surprisingly didn’t get any blood on his gloves, but he’s always been better about killing cleanly. This isn’t our first kill, and I doubt it’ll be our last.
The world doesn’t know how to act right, so it needs our not so gentle reminder on how to do the right thing.
It doesn’t take us long to get to Koen’s apartment building, and I curse as I remember that his car is still at the restaurant.
“We’re going to need to get his car after this,” I mutter. “Now we need to not make a scene walking him upstairs.”
“Just bridal carry him upstairs,” Rhodes decides. “Tell the doorman that we’re his alphas and that we wanted to make sure he got home safely. It’s a great way to pee all over him, and ensure that the doorman remembers us in case we need to get back inside.”
“Genius,” I admit, parking. I’m a little stressed out, and Rhodes always knows how to calm me down.
I also really want to hold Koen, and remind myself that we kept Joseph from raping him. Dominance is very different from nonconsent, and it pisses me off that Joseph wanted to draw a parallel between us.
Fuck him. I hope he’s burning in hell as we speak.
Koen’s body is a welcome weight in my arms as I pick him up, and I can feel my muscles beginning to loosen in relief. Rhodes begins to purr as he closes up the Jeep, and my footsteps become more sure as we walk together toward the front door of the apartment lobby.
Rhodes hits the buzzer for assistance, and we wait together in the cold.
“Yes?” the doorman asks suspiciously as he looks us over.
“Hey, I’m Skylar Reynolds and this is Rhodes Franz. We’re Koen’s alphas and teammates. It’s new, and we’ll deny it if you sell the info to the media,” I begin. “We went out with Koen and he fell asleep. We didn’t want to wake him, so we’re bringing him home.”
“We all sign NDAs,” the doorman says quickly, shaking his head. “I also value Mr. Jeffries’ privacy. You have his keys?”
Rhodes pulls them out of Koen’s pocket and nods, showing them off.
“We need to bring his car back. We may have gotten a little caught up in taking care of him,” Rhodes explains as the doorman lets us in.
“That’s understandable. He’s always running out the door whenever I see him. The hockey schedule is hard,” the doorman sighs. “I’m Rodney. I’ll make sure he gets his car keys back when you return.”
“Thanks, Rodney,” I say, already crossing the lobby for the elevator. I regularly carry Rhodes, so Koen isn’t overly heavy.
The trip up in the elevator is fairly fast, and we get out on Koen’s floor. It all looks fairly normal, yet my skin still itches as we walk. I hate that there’s so little security outside of the doorman. What if Koen’s pheromones call a drunk alpha toward his apartment when he has his heat?
“I don’t like it either,” Rhodes confirms, unlocking the door when we get to Koen’s apartment. “We were in a public place and he fucking got drugged in front of us!”
“Shh,” I say, waiting for the door to shut behind us. “Go snoop while I clean up Koen. He won’t remember much of this, so that means I should be able to get him to shower too. Is there a washer and dryer in the apartment?”
Rhodes begins to look around while I walk to the only bedroom in the apartment. The bathroom is connected while also accessible to the rest of the apartment, and I sit Koen on the edge of the toilet to get undressed.
“You puked, Koen,” I say carefully, watching as his eyelashes flutter.
“Gross,” he mutters, putting his hand to his mouth. He’s still out of it, which is going to help my cause.
“Indeed. You’re going to want to get out of these clothes before you shower. Be a good boy for me and help,” I say.
Koen whines but he does as I ask.
“Don’t drown,” I lecture as he leans against me as I turn on the shower. “Quick rinse off and then you can go to bed.”
“Feel like shit,” he mumbles, giving me heart palpitations as he stumbles into the shower.
His muscles bunch and relax as he grabs the soap and begins to clean his skin.
God only knows what was on the floor where I had him propped up.
I allow myself to admire his gorgeous body for a moment before reminding myself that he’s sick.
I close the door and hunt down some acetaminophen for his head.