Ruin

15. Declan

FIFTEEN

DECLAN

Throwing the file on the work counter, I grab the dirty cloth as I walk over to my car. Soon as I got back from school, I researched my hit, found as much information as I could on him. This weekend I plan on watching him, making sure I have his routine. The only thing it doesn’t tell me is if I need to kill him or get information. I called Cain, telling him I wanted to talk about it, and he said he would come over and discuss everything with me.

My head has been in a messed up place since I was with Trixie. School was fucking long today, and Trixie never came back when she left with her step-brother.

It took everything in me not to rip his fucking hands off for touching her the way he was. There was no fucking need to grab her. It looked like he was hurting her, but she never shouted at him to stop. I’m hoping it was an argument about family dinner or some shit because my blood was boiling as I watched them together.

He was touching what’s mine, and I hated it. I hate the fact I’m calling her mine. She’s not mine, I shout to myself.

Lifting the hood of the car, I start working on it, because I’m only getting angrier thinking about her.

My brothers are at college, they all live there even though the house is only a fifteen minute drive away. I also know what the three of them are like, and if mom finds out they have a different girl in their bed every night, it’ll not be good for them. I’m sure mom would kill them.

Getting started on my car, I’ve taken most of the engine out. There wasn’t anything in this car worth keeping. It was so bad. Plus, I enjoy fixing it up. It’s a place which keeps my mind away from other things. My brothers love the ice, they love playing hockey. It was their thing to take their mind off things when Cain was training them, but for me, it was having my head under the hood of my car. Even now, this is my place. When The Pit wants to come play mind games with me, I come out here and start working on my car.

It helps my mind go blank from the sounds around me, so I’m hoping it will take my mind off Trixie. I need to not think about her, and other men touching her.

“Have you done anything to the car yet?” I pop my head out from under the hood and see Cain walking closer to me. I stand up as he gets to where I am. “Still looks like the piece of shit it was when you got it.”

“It takes time to make it perfect. My old car took me almost two years to fix up, and this piece of shit is in worse shape than the last one was.” I wipe my hands on the cloth over my shoulder, and lean on the car, folding my arms over my chest and take another look at Cain. “Where’s the suit?” I ask him. You don’t see Cain out of his suit very often. When we first met him, I used to think he slept in them, as it was the only thing I ever saw him in.

“Went to the gym,” he answers, then looks at me for a moment, then looks under the hood. “What did you need to talk about?” he asks, not turning to me, as he moves a few things under the hood.

“The hit.” I walk over to the counter where I threw the file so I can show him. “I’ve done my research. My weekend is spent watching him, then I can go in, but it doesn’t say if I should kill him, or if I need information from him.” Cain takes the file from me, leans on the car and looks through everything I have, and shakes his head.

“Like I told Hayden, remember all this information. Never have it written anywhere.” He doesn’t even look up from the file as he tells me, and I tell him I will next time. I walk over to the fridge and take out two water bottles while he continues to read.

“You don’t do anything, you find out who he’s talking to, what he does with his day, where he’s spending money.” Cain closes the file and takes the water bottle from me.

“I have.” I reply taking the file from him. I’ve spent a week looking into what the freak is doing. “His laptop is full of child porn, I have a feeling he’s talking to someone underage; he spends all his time at home.” I’m not telling him everything I’ve found, because he’s read it.

“Monitor him. We need to know if he talks to anyone on the phone, or if-”

“Who is this?” I ask. I looked up his name, and he was a lowlife, nothing big on him. He went missing, then showed his face a few weeks ago, but where he went, I have no idea.

“Declan, what is the one thing I always tell you, and I told you in The Pit?” Cain asks, and I take a sip of water while I try to think about which comment he is talking about. The man said a lot to me. “Think.”

“Remember everyone you meet?” I ask him. I thought it was a weird one to mention to me, how can anyone remember every person they have met? I didn’t.

“Yes. You’ve seen the man before. Now think where you’ve seen him.” Cain asks, as if he thinks I know what the hell he’s talking about, because I have never seen the man before.

“I don’t know who he is.” I’m honest, there is no point lying to him. The man can read a person even if they were standing on the other side of a football ground.

“He was in The Pit. He was the man I asked to watch you. He did as I asked, so I let him out. Now I want him back in there before he hurts a child, but he might be the person behind the family after you. I don’t know. That’s why you need to watch him.”

I narrow my brow, waiting for him to say something else, because this is fucked up, but he stays quiet.

“And what if he hurts a child when I can’t watch him? I’m not taking the risk. Are you crazy?” I almost snap at him, but keep myself together. “If he hurts a child, that’s on me, not you.” I shake my head in disbelief. To keep me safe, the family is willing for this pervert to live more days than he needs to.

“It’s only for a-”

“Cain, there has to be another way.” I cut him off, but I can see he’s not changing his mind, and it pisses me off even more.

“One week. I only want to see if he talks or calls anyone.” I shake my head and hear my phone beep in my pocket. Still annoyed with everything, I dig my phone out and open the message.

Unknown.

Did the teacher not open her legs for you? Is that why you’re angry?

It beeps again.

Unknown

It won’t be long until I kill you. Fuck as much as you can now.

I hand my phone to Cain so he can see the message while I look at the file and the man’s face, still not remembering him in The Pit. It’s not sitting right with me that he gets to walk away after hurting children. The Pit isn’t where he should be. Killing him is what I’m going to do. There is no way he is walking down to The Pit again.

“We need to find out who they are. We’ve made a list of all the people you killed, and which family they were from. There is a pile of nobodies who have no money to do anything, and a pile of mafia members and people with money. We’re working through it.” Cain throws my phone to me and nods. “Send a message. Only a pussy hides behind a phone. Why don’t you give me the pleasure of meeting the man who will kill me?”

I type the message, and wait for a reply. I should be scared, but I’m not. If they want a fair fight, I won’t lose. I refuse to fucking lose.

Unknown

We will meet, and it won’t be when I kill you.We will meet before that, a few times.

I read the message out loud for Cain and we both smile at the same time. The moment we know who it is, we’ve won. I’ll have my brothers next to me, and there is nothing that will stop us. Now it’s the waiting game, and I don’t mind waiting. It might make killing him more fun.

“Autumn wants a family lunch. You, Lileah and the others better be there. Sunday.” Cain isn’t asking if we are free, he is telling us we are.

“We will be there. Do you want to stay for a bit?” I ask him. It’s been a while since I’ve spent time with him, which doesn’t involve The Pit.

“Sure, Lincoln has the club sorted.” Cain places his bottle to the side and gets under the hood to work on the car with me.

The pervert and the family are a thought for another day, because right now, I want to enjoy my evening with the man who has faith in the family, and I have complete faith in him.

* * *

I have no idea where Trixie was today because she wasn’t at school. She’s ignored my messages, which pissed me off, and I’m still currently pissed off. When I see her, I’m going to make sure she knows not to do it again. What I’m going to do to her I have no idea, but I’ll think of something when I see her.

A part of me wants to go to her house to see what is more important than seeing me, but I have a lot of things to do. One of those things is making sure I know what the pervert bastard was up to. I’m still not happy about Cain not letting me kill him. The man doesn’t deserve to be breathing, and I hate myself a little more knowing he is. But I’m going to make sure I kill him slowly.

I check the time. I sent Trixie a message telling her she was coming to the party tonight. If she wasn’t at my place by six, then I will be coming to get her, kicking and fucking screaming if I have to. Then I sent her another message telling her she should wear the dress I made her design when I was at her house studying.

“What time are you getting there?” Lileah asks, and I pull my attention away from my phone and look at her outfit before locking eyes with her. “Declan, it’s not even bad,” she snaps at me before I even say anything to her. Not fucking bad. I can almost see her ass. There is no way she’s wearing that fucking dress.

“You think you’re leaving the house looking like that? I fucking dare you.” My warning is enough for her to know I’m not fucking about, too. I hear her cuss under her breath, but I choose not to say anything. I don’t want to take out my anger I have for Trixie on my sister.

“Declan-”

“Lileah, I said fucking change,” I snap at her, but she’s not looking at me but over my shoulder, with a smile spread across her lips.

I turn around and have to bite my tongue, and I mean physically bite it to stop myself from making any sound, because fucking hell, she looks amazing. The dress I designed looks like it should be on a runway show, with her wearing it. Her tattoos peeking through the dark blue lace on her arm, sexy legs which I want to wrap around my waist so bad, as my dick is hard as a fucking rock. I never thought someone who wears so much black could look so fuckable.

The messed up thing is, she has no idea how god damn sexy she is. Crazy.

I smile when I see her boots. The front has a blue lace with the ribbon lace details. She matched her boots to the dress. The chains have a dragon on the side of them, there are a few chains on the boots.

Moving my eyes up her tattooed legs. I already know she’s designed every single one of them. The dress looks amazing. Continuing my journey up her body, I stop at her neck. Now this is a new tattoo. A barbed wire wrapped around her neck, blood dripping from where the wire has pricked her skin. Without even looking up at her I hold my finger up and tell her to turn around.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself. The dress is backless and I see the barbed wire coming from the back of her neck, connecting to the dragon which she has there.

Trixie turns back around, and it’s taking everything in me not to fuck her right now, that’s how sexy she looks. I want to taste her, I want her mouth around my dick, I want my dick buried deep in her tight pussy. I want every ounce she can give me.

Fuck.

I feel a slap on my arm again. “Declan!” Lileah shouts my name, which, by the sounds of it, she’s been shouting it a few times, and I didn’t hear her.

“Why were you not at school today?” Ignoring Lileah, I ask Trixie.

Wasn’t feeling well.

“Was it your fingers that were hurting, as you didn’t reply to my messages? What was wrong?” I ask and it makes her body tense up, and I wonder what she’s hiding, because it’s something.

Time of the month.

I lick my lips, and a little gutted I can’t taste her sweet pussy tonight. “Lileah, go get changed-”

“Declan-”

“Get changed now, or stay home.” This time my voice is a little hard, and I turn to face her so she knows I mean it, because she is not leaving the house like that, and she can sulk like a baby all she wants.

Lileah walks off, and I turn back to Trixie, finally getting up and walking over to her. Towering over her, I move my finger over her new tattoo. I don’t know why but I find it sexy, but I hate it at the same time. There is something which is unsettling about it, and I can’t think why,

I softly run my hand through her hair, softly down the side of her face. She closes her eyes as I reach her bottom lip, and I stop by the ring. Without me saying a word her lips part slightly. I pull her ring a little, wanting her mouth to open a little more for me.

I slide my finger into her mouth, and I glide it over her tongue stud, and the feeling makes my dick jolt in my pants. Fucking hell, what is she doing to me?

Trixie closes her mouth around my finger and starts sucking on it slowly, and I lean in closer to her. Taking in her sweet and spicy scent, and whispering, “You smell good. Now, how do I punish you for ignoring me all day?” I ask her, then stand tall over her again. Trixie’s eyes widen, locked with mine, and she stops sucking on my finger. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” I warn her, and she continues.

“Undo my button and feel how hard I am for you.” Her eyes are still locked on mine. I feel her hands on my jeans, as she undoes the button and lowers the zipper. The tip of her nails scrap over my skin as her hand disappears into my jeans.

The moment her hand wraps around my hard on, I grunt out the word, “Fuck.” My hand moves to her neck, and I smile. This is the tattoo she should have around her neck, my hand.

I quickly pull away from her for two reasons. One, I hear Lileah walking down the stairs, and two, I don’t think I can stop myself fucking her right now, and the thought of tattooing my hand around her neck is something I shouldn’t be thinking. Not for her, anyway. Yet, the thought of it makes me burn with excitement, the thought of her having a part of me for the rest of her life.

I look at her neck and smile to myself. It would be better than what she has now. Zipping myself up, I hear Lileah behind me.

“Better?”

Turning around I look at her, and shake all the thoughts about Trixie out of my head. Her perfect fucking mouth, lips, tongue, how her sexy legs should be wrapped around me, while I fuck her so hard she sees the stars for days, or how I should tell her to get on her knees to suck my dick until there is nothing left for her to suck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! What is going on with me?

“Let’s go.” I snap at them both before I do something I might regret.