Chapter 24
SAXON
“Stop, pleeeease, stop! I’m so sorry, I really am!
Please just stop!” The sound of Edmund’s cries fills my car as Finn and I watch my girl torture the absolute shit out of this man who’s done her wrong.
I’m smiling—so much pride in my chest watching my girl seek revenge on those who’ve hurt her.
She’s certifiably insane, no question about it.
Her techniques are painfully creative, so much so, I’m jealous I haven’t thought of them.
“Daaamn, man. Is that fucking piano wire?” Finn asks from beside me, his curiosity at an all-time high as he leans closer to me, watching my phone screen.
“Fuck, dude, this woman is brilliant. Insane, yes, but fucking impressive. I’m fucking hard as rock over here.
” I punch Finn’s shoulder at his commentary, anger flooding my blood.
No one talks about my girl like that. I don’t care who the fuck you are.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I say to him.
He gives me a smirk and raises his hands in surrender.
The pair of us continue to watch as she proceeds to tie the piano wire around his toes, sawing each one off one at a time.
Edmund’s screams start to fade, and I notice he’s going in and out of consciousness from the pain.
Honestly, I’m surprised he didn’t pass out when she carved the Netflix symbol into his shoulder blade with her knife.
With his profession, I found it very fitting.
“Don’t hurt me, but I like her. I think you should keep her.
She could show me some of her methods. But quick question—do we trust her now?
Like, do you think she’s still a part of Sergio’s club or no?
” I glare at Finn, his tone letting me know he is 100 percent serious.
Of course he is. Finn is the only other person I know who gets off on torturing others.
He’s sick in the head, but he’s also one of my closest friends, and I help him satiate his hunger when the time calls for it.
His question hits me right in the chest. Do I trust her?
I mean, she’s been here for two years now and hasn’t so much as tried to reach out to her family.
Does that mean she truly is no longer affiliated with them?
Fuck, it’s a constant back-and-forth in my head.
I want to trust her more than anything. I’ve let my guard down enough around her, and she has not tried to kill me yet.
A small part of me does trust her. I mean, look at her now.
She’s fucking annihilating a man that used to be in deep with her parents.
That should be evidence enough that she no longer fucks with them.
But a small voice in my head tells me to be aware of who she is. Vigilance is how the club stays safe.
We continue watching for a bit longer until her fun comes to an end and Edmund slumps over in his chair, dead.
No doubt from blood loss, but I don’t miss the sadness on her face when she notices he’s gone.
She probably wasn’t done with him, and her torturing is finally over.
She makes me laugh—something not many people can do.
Once she begins dismembering his body, I nudge Finn, and we exit my car.
Walking towards Vice, I mentally cross off the name Edmund Ray in my mind.
When I stayed the night with Sky, I noticed a list of names tacked to her wall beside her bed.
I snooped, yes. Most of the names were already crossed out with red ink, but five more were left untouched.
Well, four now that Edmund is gone. When I noticed Damien Devonte on her list, it clicked that it was a kill list of sorts.
A list of all those who’ve done her dirty in some way, shape, or form, and she is eliminating them one by one.
The last name I noticed instantly was Sergio Sagan—her father.
Picking the lock to the back door, Finn and I slip inside and make our way to the basement.
We take the stairs, not wanting to make ourselves known by using the elevator.
As soon as we reach the door, the unmistakable sound of a saw kicks on, and I know she’s about to remove some limbs to better fit in her garbage bags.
“Is that a fucking chain saw?” Finn whispers beside me, his eyebrows skyrocketing up his forehead.
I nod once as his mouth pulls into a smile.
This fucking guy and his fascination with death should be sickening, but I’ve grown up around it, and his obsession just makes me smirk back.
I wait for the sound of the saw cutting through flesh before I push the door open slowly, and the pair of us slip in.
We stand back, our bodies pressed against the wall opposite Sky, her back towards us.
We are mostly in the shadows. The only light down here is a couple small bulbs hanging over her head.
The glow of her body against the mess of what once was a man is making my cock thicken in my jeans. Fuck, now I feel like Finn, getting off on mayhem. I pull out my cell and snap a quick picture of her. I study the image—it would be perfect for the cover of a horror film.
We wait until she’s finished removing both arms and legs and lastly, the head. She stands up and straightens out her back. Discarding the saw on the floor, she lets out a deep sigh. It’s no walk in the park dismembering a body, and she’s had quite a night of torturing already.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
I look beside me and see Finn slowly clapping at my girl’s hard work in front of us. My head turns back to Sky, who’s pulled a gun from her waist band and is now pointing it directly at the two of us.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Her voice is venom, dripping with rage and fury. My cock twitches once more. Fuck, this woman is beautiful. Put a gun in her hand, and I’m practically coming in my jeans already. I step towards her, her body ramrod straight as she holds still, gun raised.
“Tesoro, you’ve been busy tonight.” Slowly, she lowers her gun, but her expression remains furious at our disruption.
“Saxon, what are you doing here?” Her tone is firm, demanding an answer.
“I was thinking about you today.” I start walking around her handiwork, careful not to step in any blood, which is a challenge, since it’s everywhere.
“I couldn’t wait to come see you. Looks to me like I came a little late.
Party seems to be over.” She stalks angrily towards me but stops and points over her shoulder towards Finn.
“Don’t fucking touch that!” she yells at him.
Finn, who is currently examining her blow torch that’s lying on her weapons table, raises his hands at her warning.
Lowering them to his sides, he starts his exploration of the dead man, who is in pieces on the floor.
When she’s satisfied with Finn not disrupting her crime scene, she turns back to me, her face hard with anger.
“You shouldn’t be here.” Her voice is a deep whisper, her nose scrunched just a bit, making my core heat with how cute she is.
I brush a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and lightly drag my fingertips down her face.
She falters slightly, her eyes closing a little too heavily before snapping back open.
“Please leave.”
“Looks to me like you could use some help here.” I gesture to the game of Operation she’s been playing. She glances over her shoulder at her mess before settling her gaze back on me.
“Why would you do that?”
I cup her face in my hands, pulling her closer. Our lips graze before I place a soft kiss on her lips. Vanilla, amber, and flowers fill my nose—her scent is my favorite drug. I can still smell her, even over the scent of copper from our dead party guest.
“Because sometimes we need help, but we’re too stubborn to ask for it.” Letting my hands fall from her face, I step around her, snapping my fingers at Finn who is currently examining the slice marks Sky so precisely made on our little buddy.
“Black garbage bags. All parts go inside and get dumped in the dumpster out back, the ones labeled Vice.” Without a word, Finn gets to work, as do I.
The pair of us put on gloves from the box on the back table and quickly load up Edmund into the bags.
Once all his pieces are secured nicely in the garbage bags, Finn begins taking them outside.
“I feel like Santa, carrying his big bag of presents,” Finn says in an overly excited tone as he swings a bag over his large shoulder.
“Except they’re garbage bags, and subtract the presents and add body parts.
” He laughs to himself as he starts walking to the door.
“Kind of like Krampus instead of Saint Nick.” Still talking to no one in particular, Finn leaves the basement with the last garbage bag in tow.
“Is he alright in the head?”
“Says the girl that just spent the past two hours torturing and dismembering a body.”
“He deserved worse,” she whispers as she begins wrapping up the plastic wrap, careful not to spill the blood. As I help her, the sound of plastic quickly stops.
“Wait a minute—how did you know I was here? And how did you know it took me two hours?” Kneeling in front of the plastic, I turn my head towards her.
“I told you, tesoro. I know a lot more about you than you think.” She huffs from beside me as I continue to clean up.
“Then you know Van is selling the club, which means I need to find a new place to live.”
Now that, I didn’t know. I stand, discarding the plastic wrap and crack my neck with frustration.
“No, I didn’t know that,” I practically growl out.
“Yeah, he and his wife want to travel during their retirement and want to sell the club.” Sky sounds hurt, lost even, as if the future is cloudy and no longer linear for her.
She’s made this her home for so long, gotten into a very meticulous routine with her victims. There is no other place for her to carry out her revenge than here.