Chapter 5 #2
I reach out and offer Jade my hand to help her get off the bed, and she doesn’t hesitate to take it, even though she doesn’t need it. Her feet touch the ground, and I give another tug, pulling her into my arms and earning an adorable giggle that makes my heart and cock both swell.
How the fuck this woman has such a hold on me, I’ll never understand, but I never want it to go away. She was made for us, and you can’t change my mind about that, no matter what you say, and people have tried to tell us otherwise.
I’ve heard the whispers, the people who think we don’t know they’re talking about us. About how strange it is for all of us to be together, but it works for us. Better than I ever would have dreamed possible.
“Let’s go have some fun!”
Her excitement is contagious, and that’s all it takes for us to follow after him—the thrill of our hunt calling to that fucked up part of us that fits us together so well.
I ride my bike back with Kratos while Rick and Spence drive Jade and our new friend back to the club. The shit that Jade stuck him with won’t last forever, but it doesn’t need to. At this point, he’s ours, and if he puts up too much of a fight, one of us could just put a bullet in his head.
It would be a lot less fun, but it would get the job done well enough. I’d just owe Jade another date night, is all—not that I ever mind that.
Rick gets him down in the cellar and is just finishing up strapping him to the chair when Jade finally comes in with the most breathtaking smile on her face.
I knew it would take her a second to come down, seeing as the rest of the guys are in the club.
But that gave me time to organize our table, add a few new things I’d picked up this week, and make sure we'd have time to enjoy this.
Rick growls and his fist quickly lashes out, landing a pretty good hit on the douche canoe’s face. It’s not a super hard hit because if it were, he might have killed him, or at the very least, he would have knocked him out, but it was enough to daze him.
“You don’t even deserve to look at her, let alone put your nasty fucking hands on her,” he seethes through clenched teeth.
He doesn’t give him a chance to respond, though I don’t think he has shit to say or could if he wanted to.
Instead, Rick walks over to Jade and scoops her up, pressing a hot kiss to her lips that she melts into.
As quickly as he started it, he’s setting her down.
“You, in my bed after this,” he says like the fucking caveman he is before heading toward the door, leaving her with a dopey smile on her face as she skips over to our table of tools.
“Make sure you get payment, Zan,” he calls back over his shoulder, not bothering to turn around. He knows I wouldn’t dream of forgetting; hell no, it’s too much fun. Besides, I was going to chop off his pinkie anyway; what’s a few more digits at this point?
Rick has always had the hardest time with this arrangement, but it gets results, and the rest of us have learned to enjoy it and even look forward to it.
He’s just not so great with sharing, even if we’re not actually sharing her with anyone else.
So, in an effort to help him cope and feel a little bit better, I offered to ensure that I’d chop off anything that came in contact with Jade.
It’s not a perfect solution because he still isn’t great at dealing with this shit, but it calms him down a little bit, and anything is helpful with his ass.
“So, my love, what did you have in mind? Anything special for the douche canoe?”
Jade turns to look at me over her shoulder, and I know she has a plan. I can see it in her eyes.
“What the fuck is going on? What the hell do you people want?” Both of us turn to look at said douche canoe, and I guess the drugs Jade hit him with have finally worn off.
His eyes are wide and full of fear as he looks from Jade to me and then quickly around the room before darting back to us.
“This is my fungeon, and the last place you will ever have the pleasure of seeing, or I guess it’s a displeasure for you.”
“I thought it was our fungeon?” Jade pouts her lip at me, and while I know she’s messing with me, I still rush to her side.
“Of course, it’s ours, love. You know anything that’s mine is yours.” I press kisses to her cheek, neck, nose, and head, pretty much anywhere I can reach. She giggles and bats me away, and I pull back enough to look down at her and see the smile that pulls at her lips.
Better.
“As much as I’m enjoying your groveling, I think our friend is feeling left out.” She raises a brow at me, and I can see she’s feeling playful today. She’s always happiest when we get the chance to make assholes like this pay.
We don’t only handle rapists; no, since we shut down the last of the rings and made sure Sin and all of her uncle’s assholes were handled, we’ve widened our horizons a bit.
Either that, or we would have had to give up our date nights.
Why the hell would we ever do that? Since finishing off the local rings, we’ve started working on rings across the US anytime we get wind of them.
But in the meantime, Vengeance keeps an ear to the ground for anyone who might slip past the law.
Trent also keeps an ear out at the station for anyone who might not have been given justice, and we handle them accordingly.
Jade just so happens to have a soft spot for getting vengeance, which feeds the rest of us in other ways.
Like I said, we just work.
“What the hell do you want? Money? I can give you money, or my parents can give you anything else you want. Send them a message; they have connections! Anything you want, we can work it out.”
I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles past my lips as he begins to beg. Most wait at least until the torturing starts before begging.
Jade’s smile melts as she turns to look at him. I make my way to the table, ensuring I can still watch the show, but too eager to bring out the new toy I bought to wait. I think Jade is going to love it.
She moves toward him, and instead of worrying about her, he, for some reason, decides to keep his eyes glued on me. I mean, I appreciate the hype, but I’m not his concern right now, not that he seems to understand that.
But he will…they always do.
Jade stops right in front of him, and his gaze flicks up to meet hers for a moment. His brows pull down in a way that tells me he’s annoyed.
I can’t blame him. Here, he thought he was about to have his way with a beautiful girl who lacked the ability to fight back, and instead, he’s become the one who can’t fight back.
His blue eyes are on mine one second and gone the next as he squeezes his eyes closed and screams. The sound bounces around the small room, and it’s music to my ears.
“What the fuck?” Nash cries out. Tears run down his face as he looks down at his hand to find one of the knives I’d gifted Jade with when we’d first met.
Back then, she had stolen my knife because she needed a way to defend herself and didn't have another option. Since then, I’ve ensured she has nothing but options.
From knives to guns and everything in between, we train, collect, and torture together, which means our collection is vast, and we have pretty much something for everyone at this point.
Jade reaches out and pulls the knife from the back of his hand, making him cry out again.
It’s not a wound that will kill him, but it will bleed a bit, not to mention it hurts like a bitch.
Those knives are sharp; I make sure of it.
They could probably cut off his finger with minimal effort on her part.
“What is wrong with you?” Nash’s eyes dart between the two of us before finally settling on Jade.
“What’s wrong with me?” Jade parrots his question back to him, arching a brow and laughing in his face.
The sound isn’t happy. Instead, it comes across as sarcastic and bitter.
“I’m not sure anything’s wrong with me right now.
Honestly, I’m in a pretty good mood and have a pretty exciting night planned for me.
Wouldn’t you agree, Zan?” she asks, looking at me across the room.
“Yeah, I can’t think of anything that would be a problem. I got my girl, we got a new friend, and I even got us some new toys for the night,” I tell her, moving the box for our new toy into view from behind my back.
It takes her a second to really understand, and I enjoy watching her confusion play across her face as she tries to work it out. It’s not your normal gift, so I can understand why she might be confused. But then again, who wants to be normal?
“Oh, my God! No way!” Our friend is all but forgotten as she races across the room to snag the box from my hands with a huge smile.
I wasn’t sure if she would like this kind of thing, but I’d decided it was worth the risk, and now I’m happy I did.
Hopefully, she likes the toys I got for us later as much as she likes this.
“Look at this, Nash, my man got you a gift. Isn’t that so sweet?” she asks as she skips back toward him, holding the box out proudly.
His brow furrows in confusion as he looks at it. The picture on the front tells you exactly what it is; honestly, there’s no way to mistake it.
It’s a dildo, but not just any kind of dildo.
It’s a colossal creature dildo that’s red and black and honestly looks like it should be more of a shelf display than something you put inside of you.
I mean, I’m open to most things, but this…
well, it’s not small. And despite my newfound love for pegging and other kinky shit with Jade, I don’t think I would enjoy that.
I’d still be down to try if she wanted to, though.
Nash remains quiet, his eyes on the box as if he can’t make what he’s seeing make sense. Jade isn’t having that, though. No, instead of repeating herself, she pulls out her knife and slams it into his thigh, once again making him cry out.
“Don’t be rude. Tell him thank you,” she hisses, getting up in his face.