Chapter 34
THIRTY-FOUR
Garett
Isee red. He’s supposed to be gone, out of our lives, not our problem anymore. He was supposed to be locked up for good, not standing at the bottom of the steps of Luke’s house. Not here, not now, not free.
This was not the plan.
I feel my rage spiralling. My heart thunders in my ears as I stare down at the ghost who’s been haunting me for most of my life—the man that is responsible for taking everything I’ve ever loved away from me.
Hate would be too kind of a word to describe the way I feel.
I loathe him with every ounce of blood in my being.
Why the fuck is he here?
“Come down here now, Allison, and we can leave without anyone needing to get hurt,” Brody demands with a snap of his fingers. He snapped at her, like she’s a fucking dog.
“Well, I’m not sure that’s a fair statement, friend,” Will drawls slowly at Brody’s side. “They took something that belongs to me.” His gaze flits to Liv, and to her credit, she doesn’t back down, doesn’t flinch. “And I don’t take kindly to thieving filth.”
“Brother,” Luke says in a placating tone which I know he usually saves for the courtroom. Underneath is a serpent ready to strike. “Why don’t we all go inside and discuss this calmly?”
Luke gestures with an open hand toward the door. Brody scoffs, but before he can run his fucking mouth, Will begins to ascend the stairs.
“Finally, acting like a fucking civilized human, brother, and not some feral street kid,” Will snarks as he breezes past us toward the door. “And take off the fucking mask. You look like an idiot.”
Brody takes a step forward before freezing. His dark eyes slide to mine. Even beneath my mask, I’m sure I look murderous. I inch forward, placing my body between him and Ali. No fucking way he gets anywhere near my girl tonight.
“Go on, dog,” I tell him when his eyes flit toward the woman behind me. “Follow your master.”
He narrows his eyes at me but does as he’s told, following Will inside the house. My hand finds Ali’s thin fingers and squeezes her for reassurance.
She’s here. She’s mine. Now and all lifetimes after, this girl is mine. And nothing, especially not some shit-stain husband, is going to come between us.
This ends tonight.
“This wasn’t the plan, but we still have them outnumbered,” Luke whispers to me as we enter the house. Liv and Ali follow behind while Celeste slips into the shadows.
Game fucking on.
“Welcome to my home, brother,” Luke calls loudly as we stroll into the sitting room. He holds his hands wide as if truly showing off his home.
Will’s eyes flit around the space before he scoffs. “You bought some old, run-down, freak show house? Fitting.”
Will plops down on the sofa, his arms finding the back of the couch.
He spreads his legs wide, as if he’s completely at ease.
Brody, on the other hand, scowls at us from the corner of the room with his eyes locked on Ali.
Her hand is cold and clammy in mine. He wasn’t supposed to be here and her nerves are clearly getting to her.
“Drink, brother?” Luke asks, his mask pulled up over his head, as he brings over two glasses of amber liquid. Will readily accepts one of them and takes a large swig.
“You want one too, Brody?” I ask with a sharp sneer.
“Fuck you,” he snaps back at me.
I shrug and make my way to the bar, pouring a glass and bringing it back over.
“To putting the past behind us,” Luke says as he raises his glass. I pull up my mask and follow suit. We all take a long swig of our drinks.
“I’m glad you’re finally coming around, Lucas,” Will says as he swallows the liquor down. “A boy like you can’t handle two women anyway.”
Liv scoffs from the other side of the room and eyes fly to her. All except mine. My eyes are still on Brody. The smug asshole is sitting with his arms crossed, staring daggers at my girl.
“Why aren’t you in jail?” I ask him, completely ignoring whatever Luke and Will are now saying.
“Out on bail,” he replies flippantly with a shrug of his shoulder.
“You murdered a woman!” I snarl at him. “How the fuck are you out on bail?” I take a step forward, but Ali’s hand squeezes mine, holding me back.
“Money opens a lot of doors, friend,” Brody sneers, and I swear, if it wasn’t for Ali, I’d be across the room, pounding his smug fucking face into the wall.
“Plus, I’m an innocent man, aren’t I?” Brody takes a step forward, rage fueling his movements.
I see Luke tense out of the corner of my eye.
Will continues to look completely at ease, sipping his spiked drink like a fucking idiot.
“I didn’t kill her—you did and you framed me.
Just like you framed me for that other bitches disappearance.
And Ali is going to tell the police everything you’ve been up to, as soon as we get home.
” He’s nearly to me now. I shove Ali behind me fully, making sure he has no access to her. He smirks. “Isn’t that right, wife?”
“We didn’t kill her,” I nod my head toward Will. “That fucker did. We just took advantage of the situation.”
Brody spins, rounding on Will who’s examining his nail beds between sips of whiskey, completely unfazed by the chaos ensuing. “Did I forget to mention that?” he drawls as Brody arm twitches. “Oops.”
“This ends right now,” Brody screams before reaching behind his back and pulling out a gun. “I’m taking my wife. I’m getting the fuck out of here. And I’m done with you people.” He points the gun straight at Will who still looks bored. “All of you.”
And then the lights go out, bathing us in complete and utter darkness.
Right on schedule.
Masks on. Weapons ready. Time to play.
“What the fuck?” Will snaps as he finally realizes he’s not in control of the situation.
The room is pitch black besides the glow of our masks which we all simultaneously switch to a flashing mode.
A dizzying array of strobing colors cuts through the darkness.
Brody and Will try to follow us with their eyes, but in the pitch black, the flashing LEDs are more disorienting than useful.
Plus, the drugs we put in his drink should be hitting Will’s system any second.
“Who turned out the lights?” Brody snaps, but beneath his arrogance lies a hint of fear. And like sharks scenting blood, we begin to circle.
“Me, motherfucker,” Celeste’s voice rings out from the darkness, her turned-off mask letting her creep like a shadow.
And then the bat flies.
It’s dark, but not dark enough to obscure the scene as Celeste and Liv simultaneously swing their bats at Brody’s head. His scream is pure agony as metal and wood collide with his face. A nail rips through the flesh of his cheek then pulls back out as he reels backward from the blow.
And all Hell breaks loose.
Fists, bats, and knives begin to fly. Will pulls his gun out, but the drugs are already coursing through him, dulling the connection between brain and body.
Plus, Liv is faster; she smacks his wrist with her bat, sending the gun flying.
Luke lands a punch to his gut while Celeste grabs the gun which has flown across the room.
“Take a seat, brother,” Luke seethes as we back Will toward the dining room chair behind him.
The pupils of Will’s dark eyes are blown wide from the drugs as they flit through the room, searching for an exit, but we have him surrounded, cornering him like predators moving in for the kill.
When he’s close enough, Celeste reaches out and shoves him down into the chair with a sharp pull on his shoulder.
Luke and I take a step back, guarding the exits, letting Celeste and Liv have their time per our plan.
“Here’s what’s going to happen…” Liv’s voice is sickly sweet as her pink mask circles him.
Celeste has turned hers back on too, and the light show mixed with Will’s palpable fear has my cock half hard in my slacks.
“We’re going to tie your arms to this chair.
” The sound of duct tape ripping from the roll is shockingly loud in the silence.
Will tries to pull his arm away, to his credit, but the drugs are fully in his system now. His eyes roll back into his head before righting fully as he struggles to remain in control. It’s a battle he won’t win—our drugs are stronger than his will.
“Don’t worry, pet,” Liv coos as Will reluctantly brings his shaking arm to the chair and submits to letting Celeste bind him. “The tape won’t hurt. It’s just for both of our safety while we play.”
They make quick work of tying him down before the flashlights turn on, illuminating the terror on Will’s face. He looks just as terrified and helpless as every single one of the women in his videos. To see this monster reduced to rubble as these tiny women exact their revenge—it’s sinfully sweet.
Payback is a bitch, motherfucker.
“Did you know that the whole ‘women have a higher pain tolerance’ thing is a myth?” Liv asks as she opens her case.
Celeste snickers as she runs her nails along Will’s shoulders, causing him to flinch.
“All humans feel pain. All humans are biologically programmed to avoid pain as a survival mechanism.” As she speaks, she pulls out a long thick needle.
When she holds it up to the light, Will starts mumbling nervously and working against his binds, but it’s no use, he’s helpless.
Now he knows how each and every one of his victims felt.
“So, that being said—this is gonna hurt.”
Celeste wraps her arms around him from behind, undoing his belt and button with ease.
Will tries to mumble protests, but it comes out as pleading nonsense, the drugs making the sounds slurred.
With a sure hand, Liv reaches inside his pants and pulls out his cock.
A tear slips from Will’s eye as he watches helplessly while Liv lines up the needle with the tip of his head.
“Take a deep breath in for me. You’re my little toy to play with now, and so, I’m going to need you to relax.” Liv’s words are soft but her tone is harsh as she shoves the needle forward, piercing the flesh of his crown and moving inward, up his urethra.
Will’s screams are damn near inhuman. Tears and snot stream down his face.
“This is how it feels being violated, you motherfucker,” Liv scowls as she pulls the needle out slightly then shoves it back in. Will shrieks again and I fear he might pass out. “Like needles ripping you apart inside.”
Celeste’s fingers slide into Will’s hair, wrenching his head back. The pain on his face is exquisite.
“What did you tell me while you were raping me?” Liv pauses momentarily to ask him.
“The pain is your punishment for being such a whore.” She shoves the needle in again and Will begins to choke on his own saliva, coughing and howling.
Blood seeps from his cock and I cringe slightly at the sight. Ouch. “Well, an eye for an eye, Will.”
The two women laugh as they withdraw the needle. Will slumps forward in his chair. His breathing is shallow but steady. His lap is covered in blood. But he’s not finished, not yet.
Luke steps forward with a knife in his hand.
He’s trembling slightly and I worry he won’t be able to go through with it.
No matter how strong you are, the scars of your past can’t be outrun.
I turn my eyes away, unable to watch as Luke brings the serrated blade to Will’s wounded member.
The sounds are enough—flesh tearing, excruciating cries, ripping tendons.
Horror. Horror. Horror.
When I finally sneak a glance back at the scene, Will seems to have gone completely unconscious. His entire lap is soaking in a puddle of blood. His severed cock is being shoved down his throat as Liv grips his hair to hold his head back while Luke slides the bleeding member into his mouth.
“You told me once that you loved watching me choke on dick,” Luke snarls at his foster brother’s unconscious form. “How’s it taste, brother?”
Celeste rips a piece of duct tape off the roll, using it to cover Will’s lips and seal the bloody dick inside. Another strip is added, then another, and another, until his entire nose and mouth are covered.
Will’s body starts to jerk. He’s been through too much to truly regain consciousness, but it doesn’t stop the more primal parts of him from fighting to survive.
His muscles begin to spasm as his body fights for air that he can’t get in.
It’s a simple but effective way to kill a man.
We watch in silence, hands covered in blood, as Will’s body spasms, before eventually falling still.
A dark sense of peacefulness fills the room as his shitty soul leaves this world.
“It’s done,” Luke finally says, breaking the silence. “He’s gone.”
We all let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he can never hurt another person again.
“Now, for my pal, Brody,” I sneer as I turn.
The flashlight beam flies across the floor to the spot where we left Brody whining and whimpering. But now, there’s only a pool of drying blood.
“Wait,” Celeste says, her tone filled with concern. “Where’s Ali?”