15. Sean
FIFTEEN
sean
Every scream had its own melody.
“Stretch him further,” I ordered, leaning against the wall across from one of the men who made my wife cry.
Lorcan cranked the levers, suspending him midair. He shrieked as his limbs were pulled in four different directions.
The notes were filled with pain and agony but not enough.
“Please,” his wife begged, from the concrete floor. “P-Please, whatever he did, I had nothing to do with.”
Liam and Lorcan had snatched them from their bed two hours ago and I left a sleeping Blair in our bed to handle them.
She’d cried herself into a deep slumber in my arms. Real fucking tears.
And everybody had to die about it.
“But see…” I tsked and pushed off the wall. “He hurt my wife by dropping her mother’s dead body on our doorstep…” I kneeled in front of her and peered into those big green fearful eyes. “On our wedding day, no less. Don’t you think he should suffer?”
She nodded and I scoffed.
“No loyalty,” I mused, standing. “That’s too bad. You’re guilty by association, regardless.”
Her whimpers weren’t full of pain like her husbands but drenched in fear. I took in a deep breath to savor the smell in the air, letting my head fall back as I released it all.
“Did you kill her or were you simply the messenger?” I asked, now standing in front of Frank Maloney. “This is your one and only chance to save your wife.”
His eyes were glazed over from the pain but he’d heard me loud and clear and fixed his lips to speak.
“Fuck her,” he said in response. “And fuck you, too.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed back.
My gaze bounced between them as they began to curse one another to hell.
“No, fuck you…” he jerked against his restraints and hissed in pain, but still managed to keep going. “Disloyal, bitch.”
I held my hand out and Liam cranked the saw I’d been itching to use, putting a stop to their lovers quarrel immediately. The sound alone had the blood draining from Frank’s already pale face.
“Thought you might say that.”
My words were barely audible over the loud harsh buzzing.
I shrugged and took the saw, pulled my face covering down and sliced it clean through his left leg. As it hit the floor, chain still attached to the ankle, I grinned.
But then Frank passed out and disappointed me.
I lifted my face mask with a sigh. “He couldn’t even take losing a limb?”
Lorcan took the saw but neither him nor his brother responded to my question.
I’ll take that as a yes.
“I-I-I can tell you.”
The squeak of Mrs. Maloney’s voice reminded me she was here and I turned after taking the pistol from Liam’s waistband.
“Oh, you can?”
She nodded and I approached, enjoying the look of horror on her face. The white jumpsuit I wore had her husband’s blood and skin tissue all over it.
“Don’t look at the blood,” I ordered. “Look at me. He had two other men with him. Who were they?”
“Hi-His cousin Mikey and their friend Jonas. They live in the same apartment building as us, ninth floor.”
I hummed.
“And the person they’re working for?”
“P-P-Pastor Phillips.”
I kneeled in front of her and she started to struggle in the restraints binding her wrists and ankles.
“You know he said fuck you because he’s aware of your affair with Steel.”
Her eyes bucked.
“Who-Who’s Steel?”
I frowned.
“You didn’t know the man you’ve been fucking for…”
I snapped my finger and Liam answered for me.
“Three years, two months and five days.”
“… three years, two months and five days is a criminal? We call him Steel. He’s quite the little bitch but I have to let my wife handle him or she’ll chain me up like Frankie back there.”
The thought of it made my lips curl.
“Uh, boss,” Liam called from somewhere behind me. “You’re rambling again.”
“Sorry about that…” I laughed, shook my head and stood. “I think I might be a little delirious. It’s been a while since I’ve cut a limb from a body.”
She’d somehow managed to get up on her knees by the time I looked at her again.
“Are you going to kill me? I told you everything and—”
I put a bullet between her eyes.
“Of course, I had to kill you,” I mumbled with a yawn before turning my attention to Liam and Lorcan. “Drop her body, Frank and his leg on the church’s doorstep tonight.”
“And what should we do about the Mikey and Jonas she mentioned?” Lorcan asked.
“Bring them to me, of course…” I lifted an eyebrow as I peeled the jumpsuit, face covering and gloves from my hands and body, leaving them in a heap on the floor. “Oh and we’re going to church first Sunday, dress nice.”
They nodded and I left them to handle the mess I’d made. Five hours after leaving Blair, I returned to find her sitting on counter with a bowl in her hands.
I walked up on her slowly, sensing a little hostility.
“We just made up,” I said, fingers gripping her bare thighs as I stepped between them. “Tell me what’s wrong and I’ll fix it.”
She huffed and set her bowl aside.
“You made me wake up alone like last time.”
I tipped her head up.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, leaning forward to press my lips to hers. “I had to handle something important.”
“More important than being with me on our wedding night?”
It was four in the morning, the sun hadn’t made its appearance yet and wouldn’t for another three and a half hours.
“It’s still night, isn’t it?”
She hummed, eyes searching mine as she sniffed the air.
“You smell like blood.”
I smiled when she pressed her nose in my neck.
“Mm. Seems my effort to keep the stench off me didn’t work.”
“It’s okay…” she replaced her nose with the flick of her tongue. “I like it.”
I pushed her head back and tipped mine.
“When did you stop hating blood?”
I wasn’t sure if this sultry, magnetic look in her eyes was meant to confuse or seduce me. But it was doing both, the latter taking lead.
“When I saved Esmeralda,” she said softly, angling her head slowly to match mine. “I’ve done things to people and it made me feel like I could do anything. Why didn’t you tell me about the rush you get from it?”
There was a whimsical note to her tone as the rise and fall of her chest increased. The changes had been subtle but I noticed them immediately.
“You love that shit, huh?” I asked, tugging her forward by the neck. “I didn’t tell you there was a rush because you came home on breaks and pretended not to be in the life.”
Her pretty ass lips went from slightly parted and into a pout almost immediately.
“You knew, Oisin. And honestly, I thought you’d call me out on it.”
Little moments like this helped me see how imperfect Blair and I were, yet she still had every ounce of my heart.
“I was giving you room to grow.”
She was perfect to me at thirteen just as she was at twenty-nine.
“I know, little deer,” Blair whispered, staring me in the eyes with her deep browns. “But, I’m all grown up now and I want my husband to treat me as such. Include me.”
The demand settled between us.
She was asking and I could never say no to her.
“Include you,” I murmured, slipping my hands beneath her shirt. “I can do that.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded and flicked her nipples with my thumbs, smirking at the way she arched into me.
“I need you, Oisin,” she whispered, hooking both legs around my waist. “You’ve been holding out.”
She unfastened my jeans, pushed them and my boxers down as I lifted her from the counter.
My dick was so fucking hard it almost hurt.
“Let me make it up to you…” I tugged her panties aside and pushed inside of her slick walls, groaning at how tight and warm it was.
Getting lost in this woman had become my favorite pastime years ago and I never planned to come up off her, no matter what the fuck we go through.
“Fuckk,” Blair whimpered, gasping directly in my ear. “Don’t be gentle…” Our eyes locked as I dropped one knee on the couch with her still secured in my hold. “Fuck me like you’ve missed me, little deer.”
Her voice was a sultry demand, and I complied like the simp I was, pinning her body to the couch with mine and thrusting deep.
She cried out, digging her nails into my shoulders and dragging them from the base of my neck to the top.
I loved that shit.
“Yesss,” she hissed, grinding against me to meet my relentless strokes. “More.”
The harder I fucked her, the louder she moaned, the tighter she clung. I was losing myself, all my senses focused on her pleasure.
Her moans, the smell of her skin, the taste of her tongue when I claimed her mouth—all of it was so goddamn intoxicating.
“You feel what you do to me, goddess?” I moaned, licking the inside of her ear. “Fuck… this pussy is my lifeline.”
I gripped her waist, pulling her up slightly. She tossed her arms over her head and held onto the back of the couch, while I dug her out.
“Look at me,” I demanded, needing to witness all of her as we came together.
Blair’s eyes fluttered open without protest and we stared into each other’s souls. We’d always been one.
She’d always been mine.
And now she was my wife.
“Oisin…” She whimpered my name in that soft voice and everything faded away. “I’m…”
“Me too, Amoy.”
Fuck.