7. Killian
“Come on, man, I don’t know anything. I just work for Kilpatrick. I”m not privy to any of their secrets,” Simon pleads from where he hangs upside down from the hook mounted into the ceiling of the warehouse. His words come out with a whistle, thanks to the work I did knocking out his teeth.
“You say that, yet your actions tell me something different. Somebody that doesn’t know shit isn’t hanging out at our enemy’s house. Especially not one that we’re currently at arms with.” I squat down so I can look him straight in his hazel eyes.
“I swear, Kill, I didn’t know who he was. He was just some guy I met in a bar and thought was hot. Can’t fault a man for wanting to get laid. You know how it is?” He lets out a laugh. Guess he thinks this is going to get me on his side—change things.
Too bad he’s a fucking moron.
“Oh, trust me, I get you wanting to get laid. But there’s a difference between you and me. Well, a few.” Standing up, I take a moment to crack my knuckles, before stepping over to the rolling cart that holds some of the tools of my craft.
When I went to Uncle Liam and let him know I was ready to step up and take an active role in our business, I wasn’t sure what aspect I wanted to do. I know eventually, once Uncle Liam steps back, that Kyrian and I will be taking over. Until then I’m learning all I can, but my favorite part is the torturing. Listening to their screams is just as good as having a fucking orgasm.
My fingers dance along the metal objects until I land on the drill. Yep, this is going to be it. It’s getting late and I’m starving. Not to mention I need to meet Uncle Liam and Kyrian so we can do the hard and soft limit list for the auction. Uncle Liam and I have ours already done, and they don’t change unless we’re adding something. But Kyrian has never done one.
“No, come on man, don’t. Please, I swear I didn’t know. What could I tell him, anyway? I”m nobody. I ain’t got no secrets to tell.” His squirming becomes more erratic. Each movement only makes the chains tighten around his ankles and the blades dig into his skin more. I watch fascinated by the river of crimson running down his legs.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I stop to pull it out.
Kyrian: Hey let’s go. Quit playing with your appetizer so we can have some real food.
Me: Why must you be a brat?
Kyrian: Not a brat. Just starving and want to get this meeting with Uncle over with cause I got a date to get my dick wet.
Me: I hope you’re wrapping that shit especially if it’s Jennifer’s hole you’re dipping it in. You know she’s the biggest skank out there. Hell she tried to get me to fuck her 2 years ago.
Me: I’d run far away if I was you. She’s only looking to latch on to our family any way she can, which means making you her baby daddy isn’t out of the question.
Kyrian: Dude I’m not a fucking idiot. I always wrap my shit and bring my own condoms.
Kyrian: So can you finish up what you”re doing or not?
Me: Give me 15.
Fuck, I forgot to let him know not to do it at her place. She’s been running a cam business on the side to make money and Kyrian may just be her next guest appearance if he goes to her house.
That’s all we need, his face attached to a fucking sex worker. Uncle Liam would flip his shit.
“Well, Simon, it’s time to wrap this party up. My little brother is about to make a stupid decision and I need to give him some sage advice. Any last words?” I hit the power button on the drill, and it roars to life.
God, it sounds amazing.
“Killian, come on, man.” He’s a blubbering mess. A dark wet spot spreads from his crotch, seeping down his body and dripping into his face— his very own golden shower. It’s not my thing, but hey, who am I to kink-shame? “I fucked up. I get it. But I really didn’t know and didn’t say anything important.”
Bingo!There’s where he messed up.
“So you fucked up and didn’t say anything important. To me, that means you leaked something. But it ends here. Trust me, this is mild compared to what my uncle would’ve done to you. Hell, even me, if I had more time.”
He goes to say something, but I’ve already pressed the drill against his stomach, blood spewing everywhere as his screams fill the room, echoing at the right intensity that my cock stirs in my pants, stiffening at the bloody sight.
He’s not dead, not yet, just in agonizing pain. Within seconds, his screams stop and he goes limp as he passes out. Boring. Pulling out the drill, I aim it at his crotch and press the button. Even my boys shrivel, just imagining what it feels like.
It causes his body to jump to life.
“Please just kill me,” he says through panted breaths.
“Why would I do that?” I sneer.
“Please, I can’t take anymore. I’d rather be dead than this.”
His vehement pleas to end his agony fill my ears. If I was a nice guy, I would. One who works a normal nine-to-five office job, plays golf with his buddies on the weekend, and has a couple of rugrats running around.
But I’m not, and I enjoy inflicting pain way too much to ever be an honorable man.
The fucker passes out again and I’m ready to get out of here. I put the bloodied drill back on my table for the grunts to clean later when they get rid of his worthless body. Picking up the gun, I put it right at his temple and pull the trigger.
Sorry, boys. You’re going to have a mess to clean. I walk to the sink and wash my hands before unzipping the plastic body suit that covers my shoes and body. Once it’s off, I wash my hands again, checking myself in the mirror to make sure there’s nothing on my face.
When I’m confident I’m good, I text Kyrian.
Me: I’m on my way.
“Okay, Killian, I’ve got your list, so you’re good. This is purely for Kyrian’s benefit. And you boys haven’t been over for dinner in a while, so I figured we’d kill two birds with one stone.”
“Kyrian, you need to electronically sign this NDA, and then we can go over everything.” Uncle Liam hands him the tablet.
I already know what’s going to happen.
“So, I’ll sign it but, really, Uncle Liam?”
“What?” Liam asks, and I lean back in my chair, arms crossed as I watch the show that’s about to take place.
“Seriously, you don’t see how ridiculous this is?” His gaze shifts to mine and I shake my head. He’s not dragging me into this. Uncle Liam will see one of two ways: the truth that it is absurd, or Kyrian being a smartass. Either way, I’m not ending up on his bad side.
“Boy, don’t try my patience. I can’t read your mind, so what the hell are you going on about?”
“Fine, you have me signing an NDA to not talk about the auction, yet I’ve known about it since I was a kid. Every man in this house other than Dad talked about it. So I find it funny you want me to sign this now. Isn’t it kind of a moot point?” Kyrian’s already signing the tablet, which may be a good thing because he can’t see the death glare our uncle’s giving him.
“Shut up and sign the fucking form or you won’t be going and can wait another year.”
I can’t hold it any longer and laughter bursts from me at his frustration with my brother. It reminds me of how Kyrian used to question Dad about everything.
“Okay, now that’s over, Killian, just for the hell of it, look over your hard and soft limit list and see if you want to add or change anything. Kyrian, fill yours out and then we can eat.”
I take the sheet from him. It’s the same one he gives me every year to see if anything needs to be changed before he scans it into the auction database.
I glance over it.
BDSM orientation: Dom
Sexual orientation: Heterosexual
Yep, those are definitely the same.
It goes on to hard and soft limits and kinks but nothing’s changed, so I hand it back to Uncle Liam with a wink. “I’m good. Nothing new to add or remove.”
Looking over at Kyrian, I see him grinning as his fingers move across the screen. I know for a fact he’s just as much into the kinkier shit as Uncle Liam and myself.
“Also, Kyrian, you will treat the merchandise with respect throughout the weekend.”
“Really, why do we keep calling it that?” Uncle Liam looks sternly at him, which, thankfully, Kyrian sees. “I’m just asking because it seems kind of cold. Why can’t we call them what they are?”
“Because this is how it’s always been since Edward held the first auction. It helps to keep an attachment from forming by taking out any humanity of the items. Therefore, they will forever be called merchandise, especially at the auction. Do not get caught referring to them as anything other than that.”
“Okay, final question.” He slides the tablet over to Uncle Liam, who picks it up and looks over it.
“Yes?”
“We”re all going to purchase the same merchandise and use it together. So we’ll all be in the room at the same time?”
“Since when do you have a problem with group activities?” I ask, leaning forward on my forearms as Amalia steps into the dining room with a large bowl of salad. Our conversation doesn’t end; she’s signed her own NDA to never repeat a word of what she hears or vocalize her opinion on anything.
Something she excels at. Sometimes I wonder if she has a secret ability to tune us out when we’re talking about things that aren’t legal or morally gray.
“I don’t, but I’ve never done anything with Uncle Liam. Just wondering if it’s going to be weird or not.” He smiles up at Amalia when she begins with him, placing food on our plates. It makes me realize how coddled he’s always been.
“Just pay attention, you could learn some pointers from the old man. He’s got a way with control you’ve never seen before. But on another note, maybe we should talk about how you’re hooking up with Jennifer tonight and how she’s going to make him a great uncle.”
“Fuck you, Kill.” He flips me the bird before taking a bite of his leafy food.
“Nah man, I’m not into incest, but make sure you add that to the form since you are. We want to make sure it’s current with all your sexual preferences,” I joke back.