NINE
Nyx
"Hey, boss," Cale greets as he takes the stool beside mine at the bar.
"Cale." I nod at Rigger, the head bartender, indicating that he's to get Cale his preferred beverage.
I don't allow my men to drink while on the job,but it's eleven-thirty at night, and I know Cale has been off duty since eight.
If he's here at theclub,it's because he has information for me.
Cale keeps his sex life to himself. He has very dark tastes and prefers not to showcase them, even though we provide an outlet for people like him here at the club.
"I'mnot sureif this means anything, but do you remember or know a Robert Stanton?"
I momentarily look to my right and stare at my right-hand man before I down the rest of the amber liquid in my glass.
After taking a moment to suck the remnants of the whiskey from my teeth, I say, "Yeah, I knew him.
He was Kappel'sbrother-in-lawand a fucking slime.
He came up missing about a month after I left. "
Shrugging, I hold my glass up for Rigger to refill.
Since I'm not here for entertainment, I'll allow myself one or two extra, depending on what Cale has to tell me.
It probably won't be good if it has to do with Stanton.
That guy was a piece of work. My father tolerated him because of the relationship between Stanton and Kappel.
My father was the kind of person who kept his friends close and his enemies even closer.
Both these men were in the latter category.
"Well," Cale goes on to say, "It seems that right before he disappeared, he had told a few people thathehad fucked up and that if whathehad done ever got out, hewould be a dead man.
" Cale takes a sip of his bourbon, and I wait because I know there's more he has to say, and I'mcorrectas Cale states, "It was also said that whatever it was, your father was involved and had instigated it. "
I scoff, "I wouldn't put it past him…"
"Another name was brought up also,"Cale states.
I watch Rigger set my glass down in front of me before I say, "Go on."
"McNally was with Stanton when whatever it was had happened."
My brow furrows. "Ken would have been almost ten years Stanton's junior. What would he be doing hanging around with him?"
"That's a good question, and maybe one that you should ask our little warehouse guest next time yougosee him."Cale throws back the rest of his drink and stands.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yeah, I have an early day tomorrow. Mybossis the biggest asshole you will ever meet,"Cale jokes, and I grin.
"He sounds awesome to me."
Cale chuckles. "Don't stay out too late,Boss. You tend to be cranky when you haven't gotten your beauty sleep. Unless, of course, you have plans…"
I don't miss the slight glance towards Saraya.
Glancing in the same direction, I ponder his words.
Should I? Could I? Amara's words come back to hauntme.
.. Because you still love her. I don't love her, how could I?
Butanyone with eyes and a working dick would be lying if they said they didn't want her.
Saraya is a natural beauty, but I've found that, like the Oleander garden plant, she's beautiful to look at, but is one of the most toxic plants out there.
Not everythingthatlookspleasing to the eyeissafe.
The slow loris has gentle eyes and looksnice and cuddly, but its saliva and fur can be very venomous when it feels threatened.
The point is, I've alreadyfallenfor herbeautyand thought she was different than others, but then she let out her poison and ruined me for all time. I'd be dumb to let it happen again.
As for marrying Saraya for revenge, that is a possibility as long as she signs a prenup.I could use a beautiful woman by my side, and sheused to know the ins and outs of what being in this family is all about.
I let my eyes roam to her hips where the dress hugs each curve; they were made for childbearing.
My cock stirs at the thought of fucking my seed into her sweet cunt and planting my spawn deep within.
She has no say, really. All I have to do is tell her wewill marry and be done with it.
Yeah, it's an asshole move, but it's not too different than her bitch move she pulled years ago, at least, not in my eyes.
The question is, do I want to tie myself to a conniving bitch?
A chuckle from beside me brings me back to my current conversation.
I turn back to my drink and toss it back.
I have to get out of here. If I stay in the vicinity of my stepsister any longer, I'll end up dragging her to the nearest room, bending her over,andfucking the shit out of her.
None of this can happen as long as her husband is still alive.
Pulling my phone out, I type out a message…
ME: Time to play, little devil.
A message comes through immediately, bringing a smile to my face.
LIL DEVIL: Can I get filthy?
ME: As filthy as you want…
LIL DEVIL: Be there in 5.
I tuck my phone away and grin at Cale as I ask, "Will you stay and keep watch over baby sister?"
He raises a brow. "I didn't realize I moonlighted as a babysitter."
"Hey, it's triple pay,andI just want you to make sure that none of these horny fuckers try anything with her. When her shiftendsat two, I'll need you to drive her back to the Hall."
"Fine, it's not like I had any plans tonight anyway."Cale then taps his finger on the bar to catch Rigger'sattentionand orders, "Club soda."
I smirk at my right-hand man and glance over at Monica. I knowthat Cale has been wanting to get inside her, so I'm going to be a good friend and give him a bit of aheads-up.
"Monica will be a house sub while Saraya is hostess. You have your chance to have her. All I ask is that you don't break her. Iwould liketo keep her as an employee; she's good at what she does."
Cale runs his tongue over his bottomlip,a hint of a smile forming as he considers what I'm telling him.
"I'llevenmake sure you're her first for the evening."I stand as I see Amara come around the corner.
"Deal. Tomorrow night, nine sharp,"Cale states .
Grinning, I slap him on the back of his shoulder and say, "It's a deal. Thanks,buddy."
Mara laces her arm through mine, and we head to the hostess stand.
Saraya is smiling at something one of the clients just said before they walked away, but when her eyes land on us,theyfalter.
I almost let Amara gojustto see that smile again, but I stay strong and squeeze Mara's arm instead as I address my stepsister.
"Cale willwatch over you andtake you back to the Hall after your shift.
Don't give him any issues."I don't waitfor Saraya's response, but I make sure I smile down at our little devil and hold the door open for her as we walk out together.
The feel of Saraya's eyes burning a hole in my back has me grinning.
"Tucker, why don't you see Sashatoher car. She will no longer be needed for this patient, "I tell Cale's replacement as soon as we walk into the back room of the warehouse.
He and the nurseare playingcards while Ken sleeps soundly in the bed. They both eye me, then Amara with her handy black bag. I nod at Sasha's unasked question, and she returns it, knowing that my brother-in-law willbe takinghis last breath tonight.
"Once you're back,be sure toturn on the incinerator and wait for my orders,"I remind my man, not that I really need to. They all know what happens once we have evidence to take care of.
"Wakey,wakey,while I make you all achy."
I hear Mara's singsong voice and look over to see her straddling Ken, rubbing herself over his crotch. I roll my eyes and cross my arms, waiting for her to stop toying with him.
"W-what the hell…"Ken says groggily and then tries to buck Mara off.
Throwing one arm in the air, Amara pinches his nipple with the other in order to hold on, pretending to ride a bull. "Yeehaw, motherfucker! Come on, baby, buck me harder…"
It takes everything I have not to laugh, especially when Ken gives up the fight and he starts sporting a boner. As soon as I see it rise, I know it won't bode well for him where our little devil is concerned.
"Aw, look at that, Nyx. His little friend wants to play,too!"The wicked grin Mara wears gives me cause to wince .
Playing with Mara is never a good thing. When theword playand our little devil are both involved, it means there will be lots of pain inflicted. The fact that she thinks Ken's dick wants toplayalready has my balls shriveling up with what those few words mean.
"Oh God, what areyou doing? Get away from me—don't touch me!"Ken pleads with Mara as she pulls what looks to be a glove out.
"Oh fuck…"I curse and turn around,notableto witness this once I see her donningwhat's calleda vampire glove.
"No, please! ARGH…”
I squeeze my eyes closed because it's too hard to keep them open when I know my brother-in-law's dick is getting grated like a block of fucking cheese.The little sharp teeth embedded in the gloves were not made for hand jobs, butour little devil likes using them.
"Oh, you like that, huh?"Mara asks,amused.
"Fuck! Stop…please!"
His pleading pisses me off,andI turn back around, marching right up to the bed to glare down at him. I ask him the same question as I've asked him before, "Did Saraya ever beg for you to stop when you were beating her? How about when you were choking her or raping her?"
"She's my wife, I can have sex with her whenever I want—it isn't rape…"Ken seriously thinks he did nothing wrong to my little lamb.
Without taking my eyes off Ken, ItellMara, "I think he wants it faster. Jerk that cock until it'stornthe fuck up."
"NO—ARGH!!"
I dig through Amara's bag and find what I'm looking for. Pulling out the open-mouth gag, I go to strap it to Ken's head, but he says something that gives me pause.
"Y-you wanted to k-know about the time Saraya and I h-hooked up. Well, I w-wasn't her f-first."
"That's bullshit! Saraya was a fucking virgin. That was supposed to be mine !"
Kenshakes his head vigorously back and forth. "No, she wasn't!S-Stantonhad her first. I w-watched them fuck—I s-swear!"
That fucking name again! It can't be a coincidence that Cale found the information about Stanton,andnow this fuckface is telling me that Raya fucked Stanton, too.
All I see is red now as I strap the gag on, no longer caring to hear anything else Ken has to say.
I then walk over to a cabinet where I know we keep some supplies for torture, and I grab what I need before going back tothe bed.
"Well fuck, he passed out,"I huff when I see Ken's head loll to the side.
"Oh, that's not a problem."Mara reaches into an inside pocket of her bag and pulls out a massive syringe.
"Of course, she would come prepared with adrenaline,"I say out loud, but to no one in particular.
Her giggle sounds like a little girl's giggle when she plays.
It's pretty fucking creepy if you ask me, but I let her do her thing.
Watching her plunge the needle into Ken's chest is more amusing than I thought, but it's even funnier when the fucker wakes up, trying to take deep breaths with the gag on.
Before he can even recover, I start shoving the tube I collected down his throat. I'm not a professional, so don't ask me if I'm doing it right. I'm guessing by the way he's crying and trying to scream, it's not the correct way.
"Let's finish this, little devil."
"But I'm not filthy yet,"she whines.
I look at Ken's dick which is shredded and bleeding out,andthen I look back at her. "Really?"
Our little devil shrugs. "Whatever."
Amara grabs the container I brought over while I turn my attention back to Ken. Gripping his scruffy chin, I lean into him so I know he can see me. I want my faceto bethe last one he sees as Mara pours the acid into the tube.
"This could have been done quickly and painlessly for you, Kenneth.
Now,youwillfeel my wrath as the hydrochloric acid takes effect.
"Watching the liquid enter the tube, I grin down at my brother-in-law.
"First, you will feel a burn in your throat when it comes out of the tube.
I'd add in drooling, but you're already doing that. "
I observe the saliva dripping from around the gag, knowing it will soonbe tinged with red. Moving back just a little beforehestarts the vomiting part, I meethiseyes once again.
"Be grateful for thetube,because your throat will be swelling soon, making it difficult for you to breathe.Next,you will start feeling the abdominal pain…"
His pull at the restraintstells mehe's already feeling the former.
Before I allow Mara to end him in her own way, I need him to know something.
So, making sure I won't get hit with any vomit if he decides to hurl, I move to his side and bring my lips close to his ear as I whisper the following words only meant for his ears.
"You can tell my fatherIwin when you get to hell.
I will have my stepsister; I will fuck her anytime I want.
She will obey me in everything, and she will have my heirs.
I won't beat her like you did, not unless it's with my cock, but make no mistake, I will reclaim Saraya Abbott McNally, and this time, I will keep her. "
Ken grunts,andhis body jerks, and when I glance up, I understand why. Amara has her favorite serrated knife plunged deep into Ken's gut,andshe's slowly sliding it upwards, cutting him wide open.
I straighten myself, and fixing the cuff on my sleeve, I instruct our little devil, "I'm heading out, clean up your mess and take care of the body. Tucker can bring you home."
She waves me away as if I'm disrupting her work and says, "Yeah, yeah—go—I know what to do."
I lean in and kiss the top of her head. "You did good; abit fucked up with the glove, but good.
I'll see you in the morning."I then turn and leave our little devil to finish up the manwho'salready been dead for days.
It's time I take control and do what should have been done years ago where Saraya is concerned—make her mine.