Chapter 40
Aaron grabs a pair of bolt cutters from the table with all the weapons. Rushing to me, he cuts the chains off, allowing me to get up and move around. Full of adrenaline, I walk toward Pete.
He looks up at me looming over him.
I cock my head, grinning. “Surprise Mother Fucker.”
His eyes go wide and I drop to my knees, raining my fist into his face. Blood splatters everywhere. I feel like I’ve blacked out, not knowing where the beginning of one punch finishes and the next starts. All I can see is Cea being assaulted by these disgusting pigs, and I want to send them straight to Hell.
A hand on my shoulder shakes me, trying to get my attention. “Blaze stop. He’s knocked out.”
Aaron’s voice fills my ears and I finally slow down my attack.
I bring my fist back to see a passed-out Pete, his jaw broken and covered in blood. “Do you have a knife?”
I see Aaron move in the corner of my eye, then coming to stand next to me a knife in his outstretched hand.
“Perfect. Chain the other one up.”
I cut Petes clothes off, as the sound of chains rattle behind me. I scan my eyes down Petes body, landing on his shriveled cock, my lips curl in disgust.
“I don’t make promises I don’t keep.”
Grabbing his, I start cutting, the blade slicing smoothly through his skin and meat. I set it on top of his stomach, going under his balls and cutting them off too.
“Oh that's fucking disgusting.”
Arron moves next to me.
I let out a low chuckle. “But definitely deserved.”
I stand up, grabbing the cock and balls, tossing them on the ground. Turning to Aaron, I hand him the knife. “Go do the same thing to Dumbass over there.” He grabs the knife and I drag Petey Boy closer to Ethan. Then hang him up next to his best pal.
It doesn’t take long for Aaron to finish his task, using Ethan’s skin to wipe the blood off his blade. “What do you want to do now?”
I glance over to see Cea still passed out. “We’re about to fill them both up of each other's cock like I promised.”
Aaron smirks and claps his hands excitedly.
“You got an extra blade?”
Aaron bends down, yanking one out of his boot. “I always come prepared.”
I grin, pulling him close to kiss him on the lips. “Let’s do this.”
We walk behind Dumbass and Petey Boy and ram our blades up their assholes. Shoving until the end of the blade can no longer be seen. Both men jolt awake, letting out a scream of terror.
“Fuck, stop! Please, stop!”
Pete yells, his voice already hoarse.
“We can’t stop now.”
“The party’s just getting started,”
Aaron finishes.
I pull the knife out, moving it up and down, then plunge it back in repeating the same process except I go sideways. And my beautiful, devil in disguise Aaron follows my lead without missing a beat.
Once finished, I step back to see Petes hole, gaping open. Pride grows when I look over to see Ethan is worse.
We work in tandem, picking their cocks up. I hand Aaron, Ethans and grab Pete’s then shove them in as far as they can go, until their cocks completely disappear. Their voices now silent cries.
We step back to see them both on the verge of passing out.
“Oh, this won’t do,”
Aaron says, coming to stand next to me.
“Lets finish this. Then we’ll wake Cea up so she can decide if she wants to end this.
I slap Pete across his broken jaw with his balls, causing him to flutter his eyes open. “Are you hungry? I bet you are.”
“Wh-”
I take the opportunity to shove both balls into his mouth.
“Keep it in your mouth. If either of you spit them out, I’ll fire a gun straight up your ass.”
Their eyes widen in terror, tears falling mixing with the blood on their face.
I walk to Cea, taking her in my arms, holding her, rocking our bodies back and forth. Aaron cuts her chains, allowing her free range to move, when she’s ready.
“Baby, wake up. Look at me,”
I say softly, pushing her hair off her face.
Her eyes fluttered open, her beautiful dark ones meeting mine.
“Blaze,”
her voice comes out scratchy.
“Yes, Mi Cielo. I’ve got you. Aaron came for us.”
One of my tears fall onto her cheek and she weakly reaches up to wipe it away.
“Can you walk, Princess?”
Aaron asks, coming to kneel next to us, placing his hand on her, needing to touch her.
Cea averts her gaze from me, to look at Aaron, a small smile slipping onto her face, then disappearing just as fast.
“Yes, I think so,”
she concedes.
Aaron helps her to her feet and Cea quickly regains her balance.
“How bad does everything hurt?”
I ask, jumping up next to her, looking over her body, calculating all of her injuries.
Aaron takes his vest off then hoodie, pulling it over Cea’s head to give her coverage, before putting vest on her.
She grabs my shoulders, forcing me to be still and focus on her.
“I’m fine right now. Let’s finish and go,”
she says, the same fire in her eyes, but not as bright. It takes one hell of a woman to show strength after what she’s just endured, and I am so happy to call her mine.
“We need to finish those two off first.”
I nod my head toward Pete and Ethan.
Cea’s eyes widen. “Then what are we waiting on?”
“We were going to give you the option to end it.”
She glances back at me and nods. Then she walks to Aaron, leaning as he wraps his arms around her.
“Thank you for coming to my rescue.”
“Blaze isn’t the only man who gets to act like a dark knight.”
She smiles and holds out her hand.
I hand her my blade and watch as my girl marches toward them, her head held high.
“I hope wherever you end up in the afterlife, you’ll see me as your worst nightmare, terrorizing and slicing your disgusting throats repeatedly.”
She moves swiftly, swiping the blade across each of their necks, Blood pours down their bodies, their skin quickly turning white, the light leaving their eyes. A small smile spreads on her face, then she turns to look at Aaron and me. “Now, let's go.”
We head to the door, following the guards that came with Aaron out into the hallway.
“Who are these guys?”
I ask Aaron.
He glances over at me. “Elijah sent them.”
“Is that how you found us?”
I ask curiously.
“Actually no, that sick bastard answered your phone earlier, so I tracked you on my tracking app. Elijah was here when I got here and decided to introduce himself.
Pride swells within my chest.
“Look at you, taking after me,” I joke.
Aaron stops walking, grabbing a hold of me. “I don’t play when it comes to you two.”
He crashes his lips onto mine, savoring the quick kiss.
When we break apart, I notice Cea still standing by the door. I halt the guards, then go to grab her.
“Babe, come on. We have to go,”
I say, gently tugging on her hand.
“We have to save them. You promised,”
she says, her eyes staring at the door I overlooked when we came out of the room.
“Alright, let’s go.”
I nod for Aaron and the two men to follow me, Cea’s hand locked in mine.
The door easily opens, and the sight is nowhere near what I expected. I know Cea said it was bad, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad.
“I need to find the key,”
Cea rushes out, frantically searching the room for it.
“I’ve got it,”
Aaron speaks up, still carrying the bolt cutters he used to set me and Cea free.
He works his way to each lock, cutting them off, the cage doors swinging open.
Cea goes into the cage where a young girl sits up against the bar. Kneeling next to her, the small girl flinches back, eyeing her suspiciously.
“You’re going to be okay. We’re here to help you. Can you trust me?”
Cea asks, her eyes full of hope. She holds out her hand and the girl finally accepts it, intertwining her fingers with Cea’s.
I look around the room, surveying women and girls of all ages. Their shit and piss surrounds their cells. If I thought I couldn’t be any angrier, I spoke too soon. I step into the middle of the room, getting all the women's attention, as Cea and Aaron come to stand next to me.
“We’re here to help. If you follow us, we will get you somewhere safe. You have my word,”
I say loudly.
The women glance at each other, gathering each of their reactions.
Another girl steps forward, walking up and taking the hand of the girl holding on to Cea’s. She looks to be nine, and my heart breaks.
One by one they all start to come out of the cages, following us into the hallways. We make it up the flight of stairs, back onto the main floor. I look around, wondering where the hell all the guards are. When we get closer to the hallway by the ballroom, I have my answer. Guards are laid everywhere.
“What the hell happened here?”
“I told you,”
Aaron says, walking ahead of me. “Don’t fuck with what’s mine.”
“You did all of this?”
I ask, amazed.
“Hey, don’t let him take all the credit, he had help,”
one of the guards says, while the other chuckles.
“Jake,”
he says, holding out a hand.
“Blaze.”
I shake his in return.
“Oh, I know who you are buddy,”
he laughs. “Elijah has SUVs out front, ready to roll out,” Jake says, stomping off toward the front door.
“Fuck!”
Screams from the upper levels of the mansion have the women banding together, shaking in fear.
“Get them to safety! I got one more thing to take care of,” I demand.
Aaron gives me a nod, handing me his AR, then begins helping the guards guide the women to the vans.
I see Cea walking up to me.
“Hell no, Mama. You go with Aaron.”
“No, I’m going with you. We’re in this together,”
she says, determination on her face.
“Baby, please. I need you to be safe, so go with Aaron.”
She doesn’t say anything, giving me the impression that I might’ve won this argument.
“No,”
she snaps, marching past me and up the stairs, but I grab her wrist, dragging her back to me.
“Mama please.”
She hushes me, putting a hand up between us.
“I need this Blaze and if any ounce of you truly loves me, you’ll let me have it.”
Fuck.
“Let’s go then.”
Blaze follows me up the stairs. We’re on the top floors when I hear things being thrown around. And we rush toward the room where the noise is coming from. Blaze holds me back, making it clear he wants to enter first. He kicks the door open, and a guard raises his gun to fire, but Blaze is quicker, shooting him straight in the mouth. Gross. I like it.
We walk deeper into the room to find Richard alone in his bedroom, facing us.
“Ahhh, Mr. Valentino…I’m so happy you and your whore decided to stop by—”
Blaze rears back, slinging the end of the gun into Richard's jaw, sending him crashing to the floor, blood splattering from his mouth.
“Don’t you ever fucking speak of her again,”
Blaze hisses, spitting directly into Richard’s face.
He sits Richard up, back against the foot of his bed. A huge gray suitcase sits atop it, wide open, clothes strewn everywhere.
“You ready?”
Blaze asks, eyeing me skeptically.
I nod, walking toward them.
“Wait,”
Blaze says, causing me to pause. “One just for good luck.” He winks at me, before taking the gun and swinging to hit Richard on the other side of the cheek. The hit was so hard, Richard's top dentures come flying out of his mouth, landing on the ground directly in front of me.
“All yours, Mi Cielo,”
Blaze says, handing over the AR-15.
“I want a knife,”
I say, not removing my eyes from the piece of shit, who helped put me through hell today.
“A knife?”
Blaze questions.
I give him a knowing look.
“I got you covered babe.”
Blaze digs in his pockets, pulling out a blood-soaked knife. He looks up, a huge smile on his face, dimples peeking out of his cheeks.
“Will this do?”
he asks, holding it out to me.
A sick smile develops. “It’s perfect.”
Blaze places the switchblade in my hand, giving me free range to take over the show.
I move closer to Richard, grabbing the few strands of hair he has on his balding head, forcing it back. His beady eyes look at me, his face already forming purple bruises from the hits Blaze gave him so sweetly.
“As much as I would really love to drag this out, I am ready to get out of this shit hole. I hope you get butt raped by all of your demons in hell for eternity, mother fucker.”
I bring the point of the knife and jam it into Richard’s balls, lodging them into the sack, dragging the blade up, slicing all the way to the head of his cock. Cloth and skin split open, revealing his meat underneath as his cries and screams fill my ears. I bring my mouth close to his ear, speaking only loud enough for him to hear.
“You really fucked with the wrong bitch, Richard.”
Taking the edge of the blade, I press it firmly against Richard's throat, slicing. Blood spews, falling down his body like a waterfall.
Flashes of what I went through today fill my mind and I grab the knife, repeatedly stabbing Richard in the chest for good measure. It isn’t until two arms wrap around me, dragging me away, do I come back.
“Baby, it’s okay. I got you. Everything’s okay,”
Blaze says, patting the back of my head, holding me to his chest.
The room comes back into focus, Richard lying on the floor dead, covered in blood, his eyes wide open with a blank stare. Contentment fills me and I look up to Blaze, drawing his attention.
“Let’s get out of here,”
I whisper.
“Come on, Mama. I got you.”
Blaze kisses me on top of my head and we walk out.