Chapter 9
SAXON
“Well, I can’t say this is what I was expecting,” Saint says from the driver’s seat, his hand raised and motioning towards Sky through the windshield.
His tone is full of shock after we watched Sky stab a needle into the side of Damien’s neck, successfully knocking him the fuck out.
While I’m impressed, I’m also feeling something more along the lines of awestruck.
This woman is me but in female form. My cock is starting to strain against my jeans. Am I turned on? Yes, yes, I am.
“Little killer,” I whisper, laughing to myself, and quietly open my door.
Giving Saint a look to follow me. While Sky is distracted by dragging Damien’s body towards her trunk, Saint and I make our way around the parked vehicles in the lot until we’re standing directly behind her Mazda and wait for her to finish loading up her victim.
As soon as Sky slams her trunk closed, I nudge Saint’s arm, and he immediately grabs Sky in a bear hug and spins her around so she’s face-to-face with me.
“Hello, tesoro.” Stepping up so we are practically nose to nose, she stops fighting against Saint’s hold.
Her eyes give her away, they always do. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, then curl my fingers around her nape, holding her face to mine.
I rest my forehead against hers and whisper, “Thank you for making this so much easier for me.”
Her eyes go wide, realization setting in.
Looking over her head, I give Saint a nod and he squeezes Sky a little tighter to help with what I’m about to do.
Pulling a rag from my back pocket, I also retrieve a little white bottle from my vest pocket and saturate the rag.
All while Sky watches my every move. She’s not fighting though.
She stays still in Saint’s arms; not like she would be able to escape his hold anyway.
When I finish with the rag, I lock eyes with her.
Fuck, she’s beautiful. The enemy always is.
“Saxon, please. Please don’t do this,” she pleads with me, but this is going to happen whether she likes it or not.
“Sorry, baby.” I lift my hand, bringing the cloth to her face.
“Please, please don’t take this from me!”
“Shhhhh.” I place my hand with the cloth over her nose and mouth. It doesn’t take long. Rapidly, Sky’s body relaxes in Saint’s arms, her body going completely limp.
“Put her in the back of her car and follow me to the basement.” Saint doesn’t respond, he just moves, doing exactly what I ask of him. As he buckles Sky in the back seat, I climb into the driver’s seat and angle the rearview mirror so I can keep my eyes on her.
It doesn’t take long to get to the basement.
Rather, a room the boys and I built for instances like this.
Underground, in the depths of my family’s property and concealed by the forest. Saint and I drive the small dirt path until we reach the trapdoor.
If you didn’t already know it was here, you’d never suspect it.
I step out of Sky’s car, and Saint does the same with his vehicle and approaches the trapdoor, lifting it up and letting it drop to the earth, exposing a long stairwell.
“Is she coming down here too?”
“Where else would she be going?” My tone is a little harsher than intended.
“You sure you want her to see this place, is all I’m asking.”
“You’d be surprised at what this girl does in her free time.” No one knows that Sky is a killer, but I think tonight Saint is going to realize just how fucked up she really is.
“Right, whatever that means.” Saint leaves me and walks around the back of Sky’s car, popping the trunk and lifting Damien up and over his shoulder like he doesn’t weigh a fucking pound.
I grab Sky from the back and the pair of us make our way down the long staircase, down a short hall, and through another door that opens up into ‘the basement.’ After Saint ties Damien to the chair we have bolted to the concrete floor in the middle of the room, he goes back and shuts the first door, concealing the staircase and leaving us invisible to the rest of the world.
I gently place Sky in another chair we have sitting in the corner of the room and wait for Saint to come back.
I go around the room, flipping on the little lights we have positioned in each corner and the one that hangs above our worktable that’s lining the back wall.
The door slams closed behind Saint, the noise echoing around the room.
As if planned, Sky and Damien startle in their chairs, both peeling their eyes open as they slowly adjust to the lights above.
It’s Sky who talks first, her breathing picking up as she locks eyes on the man she drugged just an hour prior.
Standing up in a rush, she takes two steps before I grab her by her hair and stop her in her tracks.
She yells at the sudden pain I’m sure is exploding across her scalp and turns in my grip so she’s facing me.
“Saxon, what the hell! What is this place? Why did you—” I place my pointer finger over her lips, silencing her.
“Shhh, just calm the hell down for one fucking second.” She’s clawing at my hand that’s tangled in her hair as she tries to loosen my grip on her.
“Let me go, Saxon!”
“If you don’t calm down, you’re going to be the next one I tie to a chair.” This does the trick, because she finally stops her poor attempts at escaping me and stands up a little straighter. Letting her hair go, I peer down into her eyes.
“Now, that’s better, isn’t it?”
“Fuck you, Saxon,” she spits out, and I can’t help the smirk that pulls at my lips.
“Soon, maybe, but for now, I’m a little busy.” I walk past her and head to the table behind our silent captive, who is sitting so nicely in his chair. He hasn’t stopped staring at Sky since he woke up, his eyes burning into her skin as his upper lip lifts in disgust.
Saint whistles to Damien, slapping his cheek before drawing his attention away from my little killer.
“Up here, tough guy. She’s not the one to be worried about.” I laugh again at Saint’s comment, because honestly, I’d be scared of Sky if I was her prisoner in her own personal basement. I’ve seen her in action. The thought sends a shiver down my spine.
Grabbing a hammer off the table, I step around the chair and peer down at Damien. His eyes go a little wider at the sight of my hammer that conveniently has remnants of someone else’s blood dried to the metal head. Must have forgotten to clean this one from the last time I used it. Oh well.
“Alright, Mr. Devonte. First off, nice to see you. My name is—”
“I know who the fuck you are.” My mood instantly sours. I hate being interrupted, and this piece of shit feels confident enough to do so in my own fucking basement. How bold of him. Big mistake.
I swing the hammer down with so much force the sound of bones crunching beneath the metal head fills the room, followed by Damien’s cries as his kneecap shatters.
“Fuuuuck, what the fuck!?” he cries, tears springing to his eyes at the sudden pain.
“NO! Stop!” Sky screams from behind me, just as Saint grabs her by the waist and stops her from reaching for my hammer now hanging at my side. I turn to face her, the fight in her returning as she flails in Saint’s arms.
“I’m curious, Sky. Who is this man to you? Why do you want to protect him so badly?” I ask, lifting the hammer and scratching the side of my head with the metal end.
“Jesus, Sky, stop fucking kicking me,” Saint groans behind her. I nod my head at him, and he puts her down. She’s trying to catch her breath from fighting him.
“Well? Why do you want to save this piece of shit?” I point my hammer at Damien, who’s still crying in the chair he’s tied to.
Bright hazel eyes look up at me, fury burning behind the color as she says with utter calmness, “Nothing in this world could save this man from what I’m going to do to him. ”
With the speed of an apex predator, Sky grabs the hammer from my hand and sprints to Damien quicker than I have time to react. She’s able to get one good hit on Damien. A blow that causes his other knee to blow out like his first. Blood coats Sky’s face before I’m able to tackle her to the ground.
“He’s mine! Get off me! I have to be the one to do this!”
What the fuck? She wants to kill him? Either she’s playing me still and Damien is just collateral damage for her espionage tasks for the Hellstorms, or this man really is someone she plans to kill.
What did this man do to her? I’m becoming more and more confused about her stance in all this.
Is Sky really here to escape her father, or is she just a really fucking good actress, willing to do anything for her father?
By the sounds of Damien, I’d say she’s very committed to her role. RIP Damien’s kneecaps.
“What the actual fuck is going on here?” Saint says from behind us, and I have to agree. What the fuck is she talking about?