Chapter 31 #2
“Not a bad idea, my little executioner.” Bohnes appears behind Scarlett, summoned from the shadows.
Damn. Was he waiting here? Did he sneak in alongside us?
It’s not a bad idea that he’s on our team, not in a place like this.
“We’ll only do recreational killings. It’s less fun when it’s just a job. ”
“Why don’t we focus on getting out of here first?” I ask, so agitated that I could easily punch a hole in the wall above Alexei’s dresser, just like my dad used to do before he died. Not a good look. So fuckin’ Prescott. “If they do what Burt wants, are we walking out of here or what?”
“We’re worth more alive than dead.” Scarlett rubs at her chin, gears clicking in her beautiful mind.
“Giving us a chance to prove ourselves is worth a few weeks at least. The family will want to see what we can do. Boys, you know we can do it all.” She starts snapping her fingers, pointing around like she’s directing a movie.
“Alexei, give Ash a pillow for his knees. Before either of you get into position, let me borrow that pillow.”
Bohnes tilts an odd look at Alexei. “I didn’t realize the family would be so soft on you.”
“Soft?” Alexei asks with a perturbed laugh as he stares in horror at the pillow in his hands, tossing it onto the floor with a disgusted wince. Ash stands still beside him, expressionless. Is he shutting down? If I were him, I would be. “What you mean is: Ernest got the rat and we’ve got this?”
“They want you guys to have a violent reaction,” Scarlett reasons, gesturing at the pair of them. “Then we’re obviously liars and there’s a convenient excuse to kill us. There’s no getting out of this. Open your pants up real quick.” Scarlett gestures with the phone, urgency coating her words.
She gets on her knees without any fanfare, fluffing both guys up with her mouth.
Her wet pink tongue tip circles each of their crowns as she holds their flaccid dicks in either hand, moving between them and catching a small string of pre-cum and saliva from one to the other. Alexei gags and covers his mouth with a gloved hand. Ash’s eyes are soft and fixed on Scarlett.
As for her? Shit. Scar loves this.
The sight is enough to get me hard, too.
So goddamn inappropriate. I’m disgusted with myself for letting my thoughts run in that direction.
This is business, not pleasure. Just look at the way she laps it up, like it’s a privilege and not a chore.
She wants us all so damn bad, and all it does is make me want her back the same way.
“You’re not alone in lust, you impoverished deviant.” Bohnes cups his crotch and winks at me before pushing up off the wall and snatching Scarlett’s phone from the desk.
It’s ringing.
Scarlett shoves up to her feet, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. Both Ash and Alexei tuck their half-hard cocks away, exchanging another look built of shared suffering and camaraderie. We’re on the same side here.
Bohnes answers the call, ensuring that the phone’s camera is directed at the bed. Smart. Bohnes, Scarlett, and I will be outside the frame. I resist the urge to crack my knuckles, jaw tight. What’s my role here? Last night, it was obvious.
In Prescott, girls boss girls. Boys boss boys. That’s all I did. Why couldn’t I do it again here?
Control as many factors as I’m able. I can’t stop this from happening, but I can make it better.
Ash’s dark eyes lift to the screen, detached and blank. Burt’s lucky he isn’t around in the flesh. Ash could easily be provoked to behead the creep with his sword. Might even be able to pull it off before he got riddled full of bullet holes.
He drops hard to his knees, slamming against the pillow that’s resting on the floor with a thud. Even with a cushion, that can’t be comfortable.
I start to pace along the edge of the room.
“For the record, I am quite displeased.” Alexei eyes the screen like he is the one in charge of this interaction. “Remember, Burt, that at the end of the day, I have Borisov blood and you do not.”
The cold threat stabs through the overheated room, making a point.
“Go on. I haven’t got all fucking day.” Burt’s voice is just as cold, and I’m glad that he can’t see me standing at the edge of the room. If he could, he’d see how much I want him dead.
Alexei sighs, like he’s just mildly put out. I’m not the only one with murder in his eyes though. The mob prince has it, too. I can see it from here.
With a sharp intake of breath, Ash frees Alexei’s dick from his pants.
Alexei is still only half-hard and only that much because he can probably see Scarlett when he lifts a defiant gaze up to the camera, catching sight of her behind Bohnes. She’s biting her lip and eye-fucking the pair of them like all our lives depend on this.
I’ve never felt so useless.
This is Jonas Kelly’s fault for dragging his son into this mess.
One day, I will murder that fuck.
“Open up, pet.” Alexei takes his gloved thumb and lets it catch on Ash’s lower lip, drawing the pink flesh down to reveal his white teeth and wet tongue.
Ash is passive on his knees. In his eyes, which are facing away from the camera, I can see the dark glitter of frustration. Banked embers, not cold ones.
Scarlett slips out of her leather jacket, setting it aside gently.
She then unbuttons her outfit, letting it fall to the floor and kicking it away.
In heels and red lingerie, she does her best to put on a show for us boys.
One hand slides down her belly toward her panties while the other finds her breast.
Can they smell Scarlett? I know I can.
She’s so wet. That pussy needs attention, Widow.
Her face is flushed, her lips parted, her fingers tracing circles on the silky outside of her red panties.
Bohnes is committed as the cameraman, moving around for the best shots, zooming in and out. He’s careful to keep me and Scarlett out of view but gets plenty of good angles on the other boys. He’s a thorough son of a bitch.
Ash is still struggling to keep Alexei hard, even with his lips and tongue.
He looks like he wants to die. Bohnes has a strange half-smile on his face, like he’s enjoying the suffering of the rich boys.
I should be. The jealous fuckboy inside my heart wants to feel vindicated by watching them do something I could never do.
All I feel is this crushing pressure hitting the five of us all at once.
Because there are five heads instead of one, the crown doesn’t feel quite so heavy.
Scarlett is performing in a way I’m not sure any man in the history of this earth would’ve ever seen without this scenario.
Her hips sway, her fingers dance. Black braid hanging down her back, lips parted.
Among all this, even with so much going on, she looks my way.
She needs me to be her partner, to take care of these boys in the same way she does.
They’re my responsibility—even Kellin Bohnes, who can’t remember to sleep and has no idea what it’s like to not be alone. So what can I do for them now? How can I help in this exact moment?
Scarlett got me all twisted up and sold me some fairy tale where Bohnes, Alexei, and Ash are my best friends. My brothers. Men I can rely on. Men who won’t try to stab me in the spine. Men who stab other people in the spine for my benefit.
Men who deserve my protection, just like she does.
Our family versus the family.
“Wider, doki-doki boy,” Scarlett whispers huskily, sucking on her lip in a way that’s distracting.
Even here. Even with all of this complete and total shit, she’s hot.
Pussy is going to be the death of me. She is going to be the death of me.
My love for her is so strong, it has to encompass these stray dogs she’s dragged home.
Ash’s spine goes ramrod straight as he wraps his fingers around the base of Alexei’s cock and opens his mouth without doing a damn thing with it.
There’s a rough expression on Ash’s face when he realizes that Alexei never had the chance to clean up after our time in the gym.
Our mixed release from earlier is dried on his dick.
I stop pacing, putting both hands up against the sides of my head.
No, man. No. God.
“Fuck.” Alexei’s rough hand clamps on Ash’s head, gloved fingers twisted through silky black hair. “I can’t wait. I need you now.” With his other gloved hand, Alexei takes his dick and forces it roughly into Ash’s mouth. Widening his stance, Alexei juts his hips forward and makes Ash gag.
An outsider is watching us. I don’t like that. Alexei’s uncle is watching us.
His uncle.
My hatred, my hurt, and everything else, I cut it off at the neck. I refuse to deal with it right now. The king has better shit he could be doing—like his woman.
“Listen, wife.” The words are whispered near Scarlett’s ear, giving her goose bumps. “You and I need to heat this room up. Alexei’s not hard enough to properly throat-fuck Ash. We should fix that. Take your panties off.”
“Sex or murder,” Bohnes mouths, winking and putting his hood up like he’s the goddamn grim reaper.
I turn my attention to Ash and Alexei, forcing myself to take it all in.
If they can do it, I can watch. There’s no excuse for tuning it out or turning away.
I catch Scarlett studying me and lift a brow, like what?
She almost smiles at me. It’s there in the sharp curve of her plush lips.
Scarlett drops her underwear and bends over the desk, throwing a look over her shoulder that’s more than just an invitation.
Thank you, Widow, for listening and not freaking out.
Tch.
Free use doesn’t apply in life-or-death situations, my ass.
I crack my palm across her ass, and the sound has a positive effect on both Ash and Alexei.
Especially the latter. He’s struggling to keep his cock hard.
If I screw Scarlett for him, it’ll help.
He can blow a big load in Ash’s mouth, and I can keep my hands off the goons I can hear creeping around in the hallway outside the closed bedroom door.
“Do you like to suck Borisov dick, Kelly?” Alexei asks, and Ash makes this choking sound that could be interpreted as desire. It’s a swallow of pure violent outrage. I recognize the sound. Can’t show your emotions or you’re dead. It’s the only way to adapt. Swallow it down. Bury it.
Alexei allows Ash to take a breather in the name of answering his question.
“Yes, sir.” Ash’s voice is hot and wild. Not sex. It’s violence. For men like us though…it’s a fine line. Ash sells rage disguised as ardor while Alexei stares down with an air of cool superiority that almost has me fooled.
“Good boy.” Alexei grabs Ash by the face and starts to throat-fuck him again, uncaring that he makes him gag, that drool is spilling down the sides of his chin. I can’t describe the look on Ash’s face. It’s heartbreaking.
It’s true: he’s not all that twisted-up about this because he expects nothing, believes he deserves even less, and never once gave himself an opportunity to imagine that he might find something better someday. That he might live. That he might fucking thrive.
Ash ain’t mad—but I am.
In my heart, I make a vow.
For Ash, for the little boy who loves frogs. For Widow, too, the little boy with the rat poison I once was.
I will be the one to end Jonas Kelly’s life. Me.
Ash gave me the gift of Maryanne and Trish, so I’ll return the favor.
Mark my fuckin’ words.