35. Santa
Chapter 35
Santa
“ W hat the hell do you mean your father is the governor ?“ Chrissy’s panicked voice follows me out of the room, as I start making a checklist of all the weapons I’m going to need, and arming the electrified windows. There is no way my father came here just to have a chat, the asshole saw this as an opportunity to clean house, and means to end my life. I have no intention of allowing that to happen, especially with Chrissy inside the cabin. He must have had Micah followed, it’s the only explanation for him knowing where we are.
My thoughts are confirmed when I spy two of his henchmen for hire, Chris and Henry, on one of the cameras, trying to approach the back of the cabin. Those two fuckers will be the first to die, simply because they’ve always pissed me off with their shitty, alpha male, toxic behavior. “NIC! Are you even listening to me?” Chrissy grabs onto my shoulder and forces me to halt in my tracks, and for the first time in my whole life, I don’t feel revulsion or rage at the uninvited contact. In fact, if I didn’t have to deal with all this shit at my door, I’d press her against one of the walls right here in the hallway, and fuck her brains out. It hasn’t escaped me that she never responded to my declaration of love. I’m just choosing to place that on the back burner for now, but we will be having a chat the minute I have parted my father’s head from his shoulders.
“What’s to explain, Red? Daddy is an asshole at the top of the state’s food chain, with incriminating blackmail information on the president, and has a hard-on for getting what he wants. It’s best to let Nic do what he does best right now,“ Micah chuckles as he follows us out of the room, with Daisy on his heels. Chrissy turns around and gives him a scathing look, filled with the promise of pain. A smile breaks across my face as he takes a step back from the angry look on her features, and crashes into Daisy. “What is it that he does best?” Daisy peeks around Micah’s shoulder, with her eyebrows up by her hairline, and the ridiculous reindeer antlers she’s wearing bobbing on her blonde head.
“Kill people,” Micah says.
“Murder,” I reply.
“Stalk, and decapitate body parts,” Chrissy answers at the same time. Daisy looks between all three of us with shock, and motions for us to proceed walking. “Sorry I asked,” I hear her mumble.
I press a code into a door at the end of the hallway, and it slides open with an electronic beep. It reveals the massive arsenal I have collected over the years. A part of me always knew something like this was bound to happen, the minute I started resisting taking orders from my father, and I wanted to be prepared to fight back. “ Jesus , Nic, how long have you been stockpiling this stuff?“ My brother steps into the room, and runs his finger down a stainless steel hunter’s bow.
“You know how to use all this stuff? Who the hell trained you, ‘Rambo’? “ Chrissy demands as she looks around with both awe, and apprehension, across her delicate features. “The United States government did; Nic used to be in the special forces, just think of him as an unhinged ‘Captain America’, “ Micah chuckles, as he picks up a rifle and starts playing with it, not realizing the fucking thing is loaded, and could blow his head off. I grab it, yank it away from him, and start strapping weapons and ammunition to my body. “You’ll shoot your eye out, idiot.”
“I can help. Give me a weapon,” Micah whines, and I roll my eyes at his childish behavior. “I can fight too. You are not leaving us as sitting ducks inside of here, while you go out there and play ‘Call of Duty’, asshole.”
I can hear Toothless slamming his immense body against the door at the other end of the hall, and I don’t want to be in his vicinity when he finally escapes. Somehow, I don’t think the demon will forgive me for drugging him. Fuck, I don’t have time for this shit. Very soon, we are going to have a bunch of thugs breaking into my home, intent on murdering us all. I hand Micah and Chrissy each a loaded handgun, equipped with a silencer, and a blade, and Daisy; a bat. Somehow, the little psycho managed to tuck the original gun that she used to kidnap me with into the top of her pants. My money’s on her being the most useful; something about her screams ‘unhinged’. “Point and shoot at anyone besides us. Don’t hesitate; if you do, you’re dead.”
My hand wraps around Chrissy’s neck, and I yank her into my body, my mouth crashing down against hers with fierce hunger, and filled with promises of the depravity I’m going to punish her with later. “You stay safe, sweet temptation. Don’t forget that you belong to me.” I stare at her, knowing that she’s as broken inside as I am, and all of her sins and darkness call out to mine and beg me to stay, beg me to grab her and run from this place, and live the next fifty-plus years by her side. However, I can’t delay it anymore, even though nothing within me wants to be parted from her, but I have to go murder these men before they get to us. It’s the only way to ensure she survives. I pull away from her as pain radiates inside of my chest, and has my breath struggling to escape. Fuck, I love this woman. This can’t be our ending; it’s just our beginning.
I stop in front of my baby brother, who, despite being the bane of my existence, and the reason we have been discovered, is the only other person besides Chrissy that I even remotely care about. I press my forehead against his, his gray eyes staring into mine with worry. “Don’t die, fucker, and Micah, protect them with your life. If something happens to her, you won’t be taking another breath when I find you.”
I race for my computer room in the basement, and the hidden exit that will release me into the wooded area behind my house, so I can hunt my prey without another glance backward. My father has made a big mistake, if he thinks I would just stand by and allow him to murder me. The cunt has consistently underestimated my abilities, and my willingness to be an orphan. He’s about to learn I’m the biggest monster in these woods. A quick glance at one of the screens confirms that Toothless has been released, and is currently getting lots of kisses from the girls; lucky bastard. I almost feel sorry for whoever attempts to breach the house and go after them. He’s going to rip them apart one vicious chunk at a time.
I sprint for the tunnel that will bring me outside, climbing the metal ladder, and hesitating before I emerge. I pull up my hidden cameras that line the property, and give me eyes on where everyone is located. I can see Chris not more than twenty feet ahead of me, and stalking towards the side patio door. The fucker doesn’t know it’s electrified and armed, but he’s about to find out. I search the area for the other asshole, Henry, and spot him heading for the side of the house. He’s closer. I’ll take him out first, but I need to do it up close, and in person, so as not to announce my presence to the rest of the men my father has with him. It’s best if they think we are holed up inside, instead of me about to pick them off one by one.
I use the shadows provided by the giant evergreens surrounding the cabin, to move stealthily toward Henry, and pull out one of my large needle-style blades from the harness strapped to my thigh. When he’s busy peeking around a corner, and not watching his back like a fucking amateur, I slide up behind him on silent feet, and before he can utter a sound, I slam my hand over his mouth, and push the blade through the back of his neck until it protrudes out the front. His mouth opens on a gasp below my palm, and his eyes widen as his blood gurls up his throat, and slides down his face. “You fucked up, Henry. Whatever he promised you to kill me, it wasn’t nearly enough,” I whisper into his ear, as I pull back and grab a smaller blade from my thigh strap and thrust it into his eye, before yanking it out and doing the same to the other side. His warm blood sprays and coats my face, and it only heats my desire for more death. I’m taking it very personally that these assholes came here to murder me at my father’s orders, and I want to ensure I send a message, in case any of them manage to escape. Although I have my doubts about that, since I don’t plan to leave any of them breathing. Henry drops like a sack of shit to the ground, and his body shudders before going still. One down, lots to go. It’s playtime.