Chapter 39
Kitlyn
I let Tuna out of his carrier and put water and food down for him before I got down to business. The house was dusty and smelled moldy, so I opened the doors and windows to let some fresh air in.
Becca is going to shit herself when I call her. Everyone thinks I am friggan six feet under. Jesus. I can't believe Atlas had that kind of pull to have me pronounced dead from his government connections without a goddamn body.
It just goes to show you how powerful these men were. This was another reason I knew I couldn't beat him with the flogger or rape him with that butt plug.
Aside from being unable to go through with it anyway, he had too many influential connections, and I would have been as good as locked up forever or dead when he freed himself.
I knew I could not kill him, so the thought of murder never came to mind. I figured he would whip my ass and punish me for doing what I did.
Never in a million years did I think he would release me. I had to get him out of my mind. I have a life to return to. Memories of him weren't allowed to rent space in my head.
I will remove the tracker from my arm first thing in the morning. Although the last thing on my mind was sex or meeting any guys, I will keep the birth control implant he forced on me.
I am sure I will get lucky eventually. When the time is right, I will have to meet guys online since I agreed to stay out of the clubs. That is not a priority right now. The last thing on my mind is dating. Hell no, not after what I have just been through. I wanted to see Becca. I missed her face.
As soon as the battery was charged, I dialed Becca’s number. My heart was fluttering in my chest, and I felt giddy. This was a happy feeling, not the dreaded anxiety I felt when Atlas kept me guessing how he was going to punish me.
Beck finally picked up on the fourth ring. "Who is this and why the hell are you calling me from this number?"
I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.
"Becca? It's me, Kitlyn."
There was silence for the first few seconds, followed by a loud shriek, then a sob.
"Oh My God!!! I thought you were dead, Kit!”
I started talking in between sobs.
"No, Beck."
I had to take a breath between sobs.
“I am alive and well. I-I have so much to tell you."
There were more tears and sniffling between the both of us. "Can you come over so we can talk?"
Becca was bawling on the other end, which made me cry even harder. “Of course I will come over. Give me twenty minutes. Oh, my GOD! I cannot fucking believe you are alive!”
Atlas
I returned home at 10 PM from the assignment. As far as hits go, this had to be one of the easiest jobs to date. The guy followed his schedule to a T.
Yara may bust my balls occasionally, but she was excellent at her job. The whole thing went smoothly. Yara lured him to his car, and when she bent down to adjust the strap on her shoe, I blew his head off.
We've practiced hits so many times that it's second nature. We needed to be quick and efficient, and we were.
There was no time for mistakes in an assassin's world. They immediately removed the body, and life went on as usual for the public.
The five hundred thousand dollars was already sitting in my account. I will give Yara her cut, and we will begin working on the next assignment. I was grateful for the distraction from thinking about my pet.
It had only been a few hours since I released her, and thoughts of her began trickling through my head as I calmed down from the adrenaline rush that came with the hit.
Some of the pent-up violence dissipated from the thrill of the kill, but not enough to satisfy my bloodlust. I promised myself I would not check up on her tonight, even though it was eating me up inside to know if she was with another one of her loser fucktards.
Would she be looking for someone so soon after gaining her freedom? I mean, the girl loves sex, and I turned her into a pain slut, but none of those guys are me. I promised to stay out of her life, but I can't keep my nose out of her business one hundred percent of the time.
I decided to give her fifty percent privacy; the other fifty percent would belong to me. That is a fair deal. I haven't told my brothers about releasing her yet.
Yara isn't aware, either. I will let them in on the secret tomorrow, but for tonight, I have a special treat for Johnny. Jacob texted me to let me know the kid was restrained in my bedroom, as instructed.
As promised, I would not murder the maggot, but I am going to teach him a hell of a lesson. I will decide what to do with him once the evening is over.
I pulled into my driveway and shut the engine off.
I was wearing all black. I removed the gloves from my hands and threw them in the trash can at the kitchen entrance.
I'll take a shower, and then I will meet with the little ass wipe.
Jacob can keep him company for a while longer.
I know how much he loves tormenting our victims.
Atlas
I met Jacob in my room after cleansing myself of my latest kill. Kitten's room was off limits. I didn't want to think about her right now. Jacob was sitting in a chair, looking through a magazine, while the boy struggled against the chain. He was bound, gagged, and naked, as ordered.
You could tell this was something we were used to. A nude man chained up while Jacob read a magazine would shock most people, but we have disassociated ourselves from such things for so long that it was normal.
Jacob's eyes twinkled under the soft light in the room. He loved this shit. "Hey, you're back. Here is the present you requested, primed and ready to go."
I nodded, moving to stand in front of the kid. He was mumbling under the ball gag, and I couldn't make out one damn word he was trying to say.
I had on a pair of shorts, no shirt, and a pair of disposable flip-flops. I didn't want to get blood on my clothes. I partially covered my face, and so did Jacob. When I stood before him, the kids' eyes practically bulged out of his head.
I have quite an intimidating presence; I know. It's hard to believe I was the one lying naked and bound earlier at the mercy of a five-foot-six woman.
Now Johnny was at my mercy, and unlike my pet, I had no compassion for anyone.
I pulled the gag from his mouth while Jacob sat in his chair, chuckling behind his mask.
"The boy is quaking with fright. What on earth did he do to piss you the fuck off, A?"
Even though I lived under a false identity, we always used the first letter of our names to keep things simple.
Jacob was another story. His identity wasn't fake. I didn't need the kid running around screaming mine or his name if I decided to set him free.
This poor excuse of a man gave me a murderous look when I ripped the gag from between his teeth.
"Who the fuck are you? Why am I here in this torture chamber?" I scanned his naked body from head to toe, taking in the pathetic specimen before me.
I wanted to know what the fuck my pet was thinking when she let this slime bucket pump his little dick into her.
He was skinny, with hardly any muscle mass. His fucking cock was tiny. The thing, when erect, was about five inches if that. His hair was blonde and looked greasy, and he had terrible skin. I shook my head.
There is no comparison between him and I. If she were here with me right now, I'd redden her ass for not raising the bar much, much higher. I looked him in the face, my eyes narrowing into slits through my mask.
I wanted to kill this motherfucker knowing he fucked my pet. He wasn't worthy of her pussy.
My voice was deep and threatening.
"You're here for trying to rape Kitlyn about a month ago."
The kids' eyes widened in surprise.
"I didn't rape her, and last I heard, she was dead, so even if I did, what does it matter now?"
I kept my anger under control. This little shitbag was pissing me off. "Wrong answer, fuckface!" I spat.
I walked over to the rack where my weapons of torture or pleasure, all depending on how you looked at them, hung on the wall. I picked up the bamboo cane and the riding crop, then walked back over to him.
His face paled, and his lips trembled.
His mug had the same powdered donut look when Kitlyn pulled her gun on him. "W-what the fuck, man? I didn't touch her!!! Honest to God!!! I wasn't even in my right state of mind that night!! I only pulled her head to kiss her. I-I learned my lesson when she called the cops on me."
The kid was desperate after seeing my weapons of choice. Jacob let out a loud laugh, clearly enjoying the boy's fear.
"It seems like little dick here is scared to death, A."
I smirked at him.
"It looks that way. He's shaking like a leaf."
I turned back to our prisoner, who looked like he was going to vomit, shit his pants, or both.
"Here's the deal, Johnny."
He raised his eyebrows, surprised when I said his name.
"You see, Kitlyn isn't dead. She has been with me for the last month or so. She is home now, safe from me, but I don't think she is out of danger from you."
The kid’s head jerked up, looking at me triumphantly.
"You're the guy who was stalking her! She thought I was you that night. You kidnapped her and did disgusting things to her, yet I am the asshole when I didn't even rape her!"
I shrugged my shoulders and sighed.
"You can think whatever you want in that fucked-up head of yours, but whether or not you raped her, she was mine, and you fucked with her."
He tried to jerk away again but was unsuccessful.
He was bound tight. I sneered in his face.
"I saw what happened the night you tried to exploit her. I was proud that she went and bought that gun for protection."
I laughed in the kid's face.
"She stopped you dead in your tracks when she aimed it at your worthless head. The look on your face then is almost the same as the look on your face now, and because you tried to hurt her, you will be punished."
He stared at me, almost in tears. "Please, I didn't hurt her! You don't need to protect her from me. I won't ever go near her again. I swear to God, please just let me go!"
He sobbed as his body shook, making a heavy clanking sound as he struggled against the chains.
I smiled at him while rubbing the whip handle in my hand.
"Your pleas are falling on deaf ears, scum bag. I want you to feel what it's like to be a woman in the hands of a rapist or would-be rapist, whatever you want to call yourself."
It looks like Kit’s crying and begging got into my head. He will learn what it’s like to be on the other side of the coin.
He started to tremble; shaking violently.
My voice was not pleasant as I became angrier.
"I know you had every intention of sexually assaulting her if she had not had her firearm next to her that night, so here's what's going to happen. You'll be a girl for us tonight, my friend. You're going to squeal like a little pig, and you had better do a good job, or it will hurt much more."