Chapter Thirty-Four
Summer
My heart is rattling in my chest, my blood courses through my veins like ice. With my fake confident smirk painted across my face, a heavy rock sits in my stomach. The thought of coming face to face with Harry again makes me want to vomit. For months I’ve wondered what happened to him, where he was, but I was too scared to ask Bhodi. I was scared the answer wouldn’t be one that I’d like, that he’d managed to get away, start a new life and walk around a free man, a free man able to hurt someone else, abuse her, ridicule her, lure her into his trap before slapping emotional cuffs on her and breaking her soul. I wasn’t wrong, he did get away but he didn’t manage to hide for long.
Bhodi takes my hand in his, leading me into the barn. I glance around, the setup mirroring the warehouse, the table of freshly laid out tools sits to the left of Harry’s chair, the chair nailed haphazardly into the concrete floor, thick rope bounds his wrists and ankles to the arms and legs of the chair, a black blindfold restricts his vision and his body continues to shake and pull against the restraints.
“Who’s there?”
He tugs at the ropes, his head frantically snapping left to right trying to locate the footsteps that begin to close in on him.
Bhodi lifts me up, like I weigh nothing and places me on the table in front of Harry. I feel myself look away, unable to look at the sight before me. Bhodi takes my chin between his fingers, forcing my eyes to meet his.
“He can’t hurt you anymore, Summer, he’ll never hurt you again.”
I swallow hard, my fa?ade falters and the scared young girl begins to take over. My memory flashes with every cruel comment, every argument, soon followed by each slap, punch and kick. I feel my arms wrap around myself, the night he raped me forcing its way to the forefront of my mind, unable to fight his heavy body off of mine, how powerless I felt, being woken up so forcefully and still not being able to comprehend what was happening or being able to defend myself. His spiteful words slithering into my ear, breaking my soul that little bit more. My jaw shakes, trying to stifle the desperate sob and thick tears threaten to fall. Bhodi looks at me, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry,” I mouth.
“Don’t give him what he wants, Summer, don’t let him torture you.”
“I won’t.”
I viciously swipe at my eyes.
Bhodi gives me a reassuring nod, taking a couple steps back before turning away. Stepping over to the table, he loosens a few buttons of his shirt, opening the toolbox placed onto the middle of the bench. He pulls out the mask, the same black matte mask that haunted me, watched me, stalked me, dragged me through my apartment, tied me to my bed, watched me come hard, witnessed my body writhe under his touch and cry out for more.
Placing the mask over his face, I begin to witness the transformation, Two/Face coming back to me, the hidden mystery coming back out to play. He rolls his neck, flexing his back as he turns to me momentarily before swiping the blindfold from Harry’s face. Initially he flinches, then his eyes slowly open, the beads of sweat sliding from his forehead and dropping onto his dirty shirt. The anger blooms in his eyes when they narrow on mine, he immediately tries to leap from the chair.
“Summer, you fucking cunt!”
He shouts, followed by more incoherent words. His face turns a deep shade of red. “Let me go! They’ll kill you, I’ll make sure they all take their fucking turns with you!”
A maniacal laugh penetrates my ears.
I clutch onto the edge of the table, focusing on how sturdy it is, watching the permanent distance between myself and Harry, his chair remains unmoving.
He can’t hurt me.
I continue to repeat to myself in my head, he can’t hurt me…not physically anyway. But his cruel words still cut deep, he knows the fear he’s inflicted on me and he knows how raw those scars still are.
Bhodi steps in front of Harry. Halting in his chair, he looks up towards the six-foot-three solid wall of muscle blocking his view, the broad body that could break him in an instant, the mask staring down at him, judging his fate.
“You,”
Harry spits.
Bhodi clocks his fist back, before driving it hard into Harry’s face, again and again. Blood spatters across the floor, a couple broken teeth skate along the concrete before he steps back, Harry coughing blood, it drips from his mouth and his left eye begins to bulge.
“I’d appreciate if you didn’t speak to my wife that way.”
Bhodi leans in, talking quietly.
Harry’s murderous gaze flicks between the two of us.
“Why the fuck am I here? I had nothing…”
The next strike hits harder, his head flies back almost lifting him off the chair, his skin tugging at the rope, the wounds beginning to split and bleed against the tough rope.
“You did nothing?”
Bhodi places his hands onto the arm of the chair, his voice lowering. “You. Raped. My. Wife.”
“Is that what she told you?”
Harry’s demonic smirk meets Bhodi. “She loved it, begged me for more, I knew what that pussy needed…what it wanted.”
I feel the bile rise in my throat, Harry’s sickening words beginning to crawl over my body, trap me and suffocate me. I watch Bhodi tense, his white knuckles shaking, as though he’s going to crush the arm of the chair beneath his grip.
“Is that so?”
He cocks his head to one side, Harry still staring snugly into the black mask. Bhodi rises to his full height, tucking his hands into his pockets, taking a few steps around the chair.
He stands behind Harry, I feel my breath catch in my throat. Bhodi studies me, I feel his gaze roam every curve and contour of my body, leaving a hot trail in its wake. I can feel Harry’s anger and hatred, but I refuse to allow my eyes to look at him. I stay focused on my husband, the unsettling calmness that has settled over him and the thoughts currently roaming his twisted mind.
Bhodi steps towards the table, wrapping his fingers around the handle of a machete, he lifts it towards the moonlight now peering through the roof.
“No…I have money…Please.”
Harry spots the blade and the panic sets in. “I promise I’ll leave.”
“Oh, I know you’ll leave, Harry, you’ll leave us well alone.”
“Yes. I…”
He fell for it; the blade rises above Bhodi’s head before slamming down on Harry’s arm. The scream he elicits could wake the dead, his cries of pain fly from the barn being carried through the field by the night air. My body flinches and winces, but I can’t look away, the blood begins to pool onto the floor. Tears and snot continue to fall from Harry’s face as he cries in agony, it’s earth shattering. My hands clutch deeper into the wood of the table, my body leaning a little closer, observing his excruciating pain.
“I couldn’t give a fuck,”
Bhodi snarls. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Harry.”
Bhodi slides off the mask, slowly pacing around the chair and standing to face Harry.
“What the fuck?”
Harry manages to push the words out, his head rolling slightly. “The cop…You..”
“Set you up?”
Bhodi laughs. “I did, I set this whole thing up. I made a deal, traded you for Luca. I mean I had to wait a while but here you are.”
Bhodi spreads his arms, gesturing to the sight in front of him.
“They’ll kill you,”
Harry sneers.
“Will they?”
Bhodi drops onto one knee. “They’re all gone, Harry, whoever you and Luca thought you still had on the book….they’re dead.”
He smiles.
Harry’s eyes flash to Bhodi’s, he swallows hard when the realisation finally hits, whatever power he thought he had, is now gone. No one is left behind to call upon.
“I’m sorry…”
He wails, spit falling from his mouth. “I didn’t…”
“It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”
Bhodi speaks calmly.
“Please, let me go.”
Harry begins to sob, a pathetic attempt for sympathy begins to creep into the interaction. “Monica, she…she made me. She offered me money.”
“She didn’t, you’re lying, Harry. Monica may have offered you money towards the end, but you did all of this…because you could. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He continues to shake but Bhodi doesn’t let up.
“NO! NO!”
The blade slams into his other arm, I jump back a little, my entire body tenses, Bhodi slices through the rope of Harry’s restraints, yanking the severed arm away and points it at him. The sound is animalistic. Harry cries are deafening, vomit spews from his mouth when he sees the dismembered limb, his eyes wide, his body beginning to shake with shock and dread.
“I’ll give you a chance to leave.”
“Please..”
Harry murmurs.
My neck snaps towards Bhodi, my brows pinch and I feel ice settle over me. He drops to one knee, cutting the restraints around Harry’s feet. As he wrenches his right foot towards him, he reaches for the knife in his pocket. The slicing cuts through the air, I feel my own body curl up, the backs of my thighs tingling as though I’m feeling the pain. The sharpened blade slicing through Harry’s right Achilles tendon. Dropping his foot back to the floor, I can’t think straight. More screams flood through the barn, cries of pain followed by incoherent sobs.
“I’ll give you a chance, Harry.”
Bhodi cuts through the rope on Harry’s left wrist. “If you can make it out of here by the time I make my wife come, then you can leave.”
Bhodi steps back. Harry pushes from his seat in a last-ditch effort but as soon as his weight is pressed onto his right foot, he falls to the ground screams of agony welding to the walls of the barn. His left arm barely holding on by a few tendons, dragging behind him as he tried to crawl away. He lays on his front, his left foot pushing him a couple inches at a time.
“You’re fucking sick!”
Harry spits back.
“I am…”
Bhodi turns to me, smirking.
My jaw goes slack as he stalks towards me, ripping apart the last few remaining buttons of his shirt, they scatter along the floor in different directions. He places his hands onto my thighs, pulling my focus away from the entrance of the barn, his palm begins to glide over my dress and laces around my throat.
“I thought you didn’t share your toys.”
My eyes flickering with heat.
Bhodi briefly looks towards Harry’s struggling body, slowly and painfully trying to drag himself through the barn and towards the door.
“I think he’s got other things on his mind, but he got to see everything he lost out on.”
He gives a half-assed shrug. “Lean back on your palms.”
Leaning back slightly, Bhodi hooks his hands under my knees, placing my feet on the edge of the bench, leaning my body back slightly. His fingers skating up my parted thighs, he hooks into the lace of my thong, sliding them down. My breath catches in my throat. Stuffing my thong into his pocket, he looms over me, his body pressing against mine.
“Bhodi,”
I whisper.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
He presses against my lips.
Jerking my ass towards the edge of the bench, his strong palms force my knees as wide as they’ll go. His head lowers, his breath blooms across my inner thigh, wet from anticipation. I moan.
“Christ…”
I manage to fight out, before two fingers plunge deep inside me, my back hitting the bench and arching against each twist he makes.
“Admit it, Summer…You like it.”
Bhodi’s voice purrs through me. “You’re as twisted as I am.”
He continues each rhythmic thrust, sliding in as deep as possible, before slowly withdrawing.
“Yes…”
“Good girl.”
With his hand braced against my left thigh, he forces me open wide, his fingers splitting my pussy lips and his flat tongue running over my clit.
“Ah, Bhodi.”
My exasperated words finally getting out.
Adding a third digit, he pushes his fingers into me again and again, His tongue continuing to swirl, the tension in my body growing. My fingers holding tight onto the end of the bench, my own heartbeat blocking out any noise.
Lifting his body, he watches over me, my hooded eyes barely able to focus with each thrust, his voice eventually breaks through my haze. The wet pad of his thumb gliding over my clit, I can feel my pussy begin to clamp down onto his fingers.
“Fall apart, Sunny Sunshine.”
His green eyes bore holes into mine, with each thrust I feel his intent, his dominance and his desire. My toes curl and my back lifts off the ground, my head smacking into the wood as I cry out hard, my entire body convulsing as stars blur my vision. I cry out hard, no sense can be made from my words. My pussy spasms around his fingers as he holds them in place, leaning close to admire his handy work.
The noises from the barn begin to creep back towards us. Bhodi looks away for the moment, his jaw tics and the deep hatred in his stare hardens even more. When a growl crawls from his throat, he pushes away from the bench, reaching across to grab a hammer, he holds it in front of me.
“I win.”
His eyes widen for a moment, glimmering with evil.
My jaw falls open, trying to force my weak body upright but my elbows give way. Rolling to my side, I watch Bhodi stalk over to Harry, nothing but a trail of smeared blood leads him straight to his body, as he continues his struggle towards his escape. With his arm barely hanging on and a severed tendon, he never had a chance. Pressing his foot into Harry’s back, he stills, a weak cry spilling from his mouth, incoherent babbling, pleas for mercy and cries for help. But Bhodi never planned on letting Harry get away, he’s worked too hard to get him here, he wants him to fucking suffer for everything he’s done and so do I.
The hammer smashes into Harry’s skull, a gut-wrenching crunch claws its way into my ears, blood flying and smattering along the floor. Bhodi lifts the hammer and drives it down, more blood spilling and again, he repeats the assault over and over, a loud roar escapes his throat, an animalistic cry as he releases the rage he’s held onto for far too long.
“Bhodi…He’s dead.”
I push from the bench and hesitantly step closer.
The moonlight silhouettes his frame. Letting out a heavy breath, he drops his head back for the moment, looking up towards the night sky. His body heaving from each deadly delivered blow and he shakes his head.
“It’ll never be good enough.”
Bhodi looks to his side.
I move closer, standing over Harry’s mutilated corpse. His skull and brain mashed into the floor, blood pooling around him, it’s a truly sick sight. I turn my focus to Bhodi, who merely stares down at the foul mess that lies at his feet.
“He’s gone, Bhodi,”
I whisper. “He can’t hurt anyone ever again.”
Tears fill my eyes, a blank expression coats Bhodi’s face, as though he’s unsatisfied by the kill in its entirety. The hammer clatters against the concrete and he steps over what’s left of Harry. Taking my face between his hands, he pulls my body flush to his,
“It’ll never be good enough, Summer, I fucking hated him.”
He speaks through gritted teeth. “If anyone hurts you, ever again. It’ll be far worse than what that cunt suffered.”
I nod, lacing my arms around his waist. I hold him close. Pressing my ear to his chest, I place my hand over his heart.
“We never have to think about him again, Bhodi,”
I soothe, allowing my eyes to close whilst we hold each other tight.
After a moment, Bhodi lifts my gaze to meet his.
“Come on.”
He takes my hand, leading me out into the field.
“Where?”
I ask, spotting both Axe, Jimmy and Rob walking from the house, cloaked in black and carrying bags.
Crossing paths with them, I barely know where to look. Bhodi clings to my hand tight, leading me back towards the house.
“Body’s in the barn, the arm is by the chair.”
He snaps before passing them.
The sun set not long ago, the clear midnight blue begins to blanket the sky and the gentle stars continue to shine above. Rounding the property, Bhodi leads me back towards the garden, scattered petals still lay across the path, blowing slightly in the subtle breeze. The garden is silent, all the guests have gone to bed, the table lays scattered with our wedding celebrations and I can’t help but smile. A small guest house comes into view, surrounded by beautiful flowers and trees, a small private and tranquil space on the farm. Pushing the door open, the sweet scent of roses instantly hits my nose. With my hand still in his, he walks me through the small hallway and towards the narrow staircase. Lifting my dress slightly, we climb the stairs and the entire property opens up.
Large lanterns dotted around the bedroom, scattered white rose petals leading towards the balcony, the entire room sits in candlelight, The warm wood of the small house illuminated by the large flickering candles, the shadows gently swaying in the dark. Pushing the doors of the balcony, my eyes widen.
“What’s this?”
My eyes roaming around the room, the romantic scene before me enticing me forward.
“I’m not fucking my wife for the first time next to a dead body.”
His lips lower to my ear, his words sending a shiver through me.
Pressing my palms onto the wooden railings, the stars in the sky appear even brighter, the full moon lighting up the entire sky as the breathtaking view across the desert roams for miles.
“It’s beautiful.” I smile.
Reaching for the zip of my dress, he slowly pulls it down. My wedding dress drops to my feet as his hands roam over my body. I skim my nails over the material of his pants, reaching for the buckle of his belt. I manage to tug it free and slide his pants down his legs. I glance behind me as he kicks them to one side, along with his boxers. Placing his hands on my hips he spins me round, lifting me up. Lacing my arms around his neck, he places me onto the railing.
“Nothing is as beautiful as you, Summer.”
He smiles, the soft kindness returning.
I stroke his cheek, my thumb gently brushing against the scar on his face.
“Sorry. I...”
“It’s OK,”
he whispers. “Sometimes it’s good to start letting things go.”
“Just you and me?” I smile.
“Always.”
I pull Bhodi in for a kiss, my mouth opening immediately as his tongue sweeps across mine. When I moan I feel his smile against my lips.
“I’ll never get tired of that sound,”
he murmurs.
Lining his thick cock against my slick entrance, he doesn’t wait. In one thrust he fills me completely. Gripping into my ass cheeks, he jerks me forward. My nails digging into his neck, I look to him with lust-filled eyes, my mouth slightly parted. He goes in for another kiss, thrusting hard inside me again. My forehead falls against his, my moans travelling through the valley.
“You’re mine, Summer.”
Bhodi pulls my focus to him. “Say it.”
Each time I try to speak, my words are caught in my throat, the waves of intensity blurring my vision.
“I…I’m yours, Bhodi,”
I answer weakly.
“Louder. Tell the fucking world.”
He snarls against my mouth.
His grip on me tightens, my head falls back, his cock sliding in and out of me, gliding through my walls, every nerve ending on fire, my body alight, falling into Bhodi’s erotic trap and I love it.
“I’M YOURS!”
My voice echoes into the night, telling the world.
When I open my eyes, Bhodi smirks at me, that smirk I fell in love with, that confident arrogant man who protected me and will burn the fucking world for me. Kneading my flesh, he pulls me from the railing, holding me closer as I clench my thighs around him tight, finding his lips once again.
He leads me back towards the bedroom, amongst the candlelight and lays me down. His body hovers over mine, his arms caging me in. His lips lower to my ear, my nails running slowly over his back.
“Look up.”
Looking behind him, the skylight above is open, the stars above us shining so brightly.
“Wow,”
I mutter, looking back to Bhodi. I lean into his palm and he caresses my cheek.
“I’ll never be able to thank you for pulling me back towards the sunshine, Summer.”
He pushes my hair away from my face, searching. “You married both of us, you know that, don’t you?”
A concern flickers in his eyes.
“I fell in love with both of you.”
My fingertips touch his lips gently.
Bhodi smiles, pushing onto his knees, withdrawing from me entirely and I feel the emptiness. When I pout a little, he shakes his head in amusement. Grabbing my thighs he flips me over, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling me flush to his chest.
“We both love you too,”
he whispers into my ear, sending electricity all the way through me.
Nudging my thighs wide, he thrusts deep inside me. An animalistic groan escapes my throat. His left hand tugs my hair, exposing my neck, his teeth nip at my skin, and I flinch before his tongue glides across the skin. Holding my body flush to his, my head falls back onto his shoulder, my heavy eyes fixed on the stars above.
I feel my body sink lower, needing to feel more of him. My nails skimming over his firm thighs, my pussy grinding over his cock, meeting each thrust and jolt. The thin sheen of sweat coating our bodies. His right hand moves over my body, reaching my throat and I feel his breath ghost across my ear.
“I’ll butcher anyone that gets in our way, when the time comes, I’ll crawl out of the depths of hell to be with you again.”
I feel the tears spill from my eyes, the beauty of every moment we’ve shared colliding. I grip on to Bhodi tight, fearful of letting go. My head begins to roll as the tension builds, I push against him harder, chasing my orgasm and the intensity he inflicts upon my body.
“Ah..” I hum.
“That’s it…Christ, Summer…Keep…”
Pushing against him with all my strength, my entire body burns, my nails digging so hard into his thighs I’ll leave bruises, but when the euphoric wave crashes over the both of us, the roar Bhodi elicits from his throat is primal, his hand gripping me hard as we both come hard, our orgasms bounding us tighter. My walls clamping down on him hard as he manages one final thrust before we fall onto the bed together. Our chests heave and heavy breaths fill the silent space. Rolling over to Bhodi, he pulls me onto his chest, where I place gentle kisses whilst he takes my chin in his fingers, sliding my body further over his.
Running his thumb across my swollen lips, my eyes gently close whilst the warmth spreads through me. Running my hands through his dark tousled hair, I take a moment to admire my husband, his beauty and his darkness. The way his emerald green eyes consume me, love me, devour me and vow to do it again and again. The intensity of our love can’t be broken, it’s too pure, passionate and raw. Placing my head onto his chest, my fingers move over his skin, our bodies falling into a united peace.
“I love you, Bhodi,”
I whisper. His arms closing around my body, holding me close.
My heavy eyes begin to relax when I hear him.
“I’ve always loved you, Sunny Sunshine.”
I smile against his skin, he hooks my thigh across his torso, stroking my tender skin, we both lay together, limbs entwined. Pulling the warm blanket over us, he pulls it over my shoulders, gently placing a kiss onto my forehead. Snuggling into his chest, we fall asleep beneath the stars.