Chapter 52
NYX
Crossing the threshold of the rickety hunting cabin causes a flood of anxiety to take over my system. All I hear is the blood rushing in my ears, my breathing coming in short, erratic bursts. I close my eyes just inside the cabin and take two big breaths.
I can hear Nick trying to talk through the gag the guys have shoved in his mouth.
No words are actually coming out, just muffled, garbled nonsense.
As soon as I open my eyes, my dark demon is standing in front of me.
Not close enough to be invading my space, just waiting for me to give him a sign of what I need.
Rushing to him, I wrap my arms around his torso, the tears streaming down my cheeks and leaving a wet patch on Demitri’s shirt. A few moments later, I feel Graham’s strong arms band around me. Effectively locking me in their grasp. Surrounding me in their love and protection.
“Little Fox.” Demitri’s voice is strained. He is trying to hide his emotion. “Let’s finish this and get you home, and safe.”
I silently nod my head, agreeing with his statement.
Graham leaves my back, still standing close enough to be a comfort.
Demitri joins him as a silent sentry at my back.
Taking one last deep breath, I stride over to where Nick and Jack are tied to the old kitchen chairs.
I rip the duct tape off Nick’s mouth and pull the wad of dirty cloth out.
“Any last things you need to say?” My face doesn’t display any emotion, just cold indifference.
I stare into my ex-fiancé’s eyes. Fisting my hands at my sides to not allow anyone to see them shaking.
He glares back at me, not talking. “That’s fine.
You can die with no last words. I will bathe in your blood and send you to hell.
Where you both belong. I will never allow your taint to hold me back again. ”
I can feel my men stick their large hands on my shoulders as I stand there looking down at my trauma in living, breathing, for now, form.
Their presence lends me the strength I need.
“Hey, Little Witch, you don’t have to do this.
You do not need his blood on your gorgeous hands.
” Graham leans in to whisper in my ear, and then leaves me with a quick kiss on the cheek.
I can tell they are dying to hold me and take care of me, but I need to do this first.
“I appreciate you, Graham, but for my own sanity I need to do this. Plus, I promised Kyra that I would send them back to hell.” A deep breath leaves my mouth again before I pick up the hunting knife on the table and march over to the two men tied down.
Since I have already removed Nick’s gag and he’s just silently watching us, I remove Jack’s next. “Here is your last fucking chance, Jack. Any last words?”
“Just let me go. I didn’t abuse either one of you. I won’t tell Cap about any of this.” His words came out hurried and terrified.
“You may not have touched either of us yet, but you threatened Kyra more than once, and I think had we been trapped a few more days you would have gotten what you wanted. The only people leaving this shack are the people not tied to the chairs.“ An evil laugh rumbles out of my chest.
Deciding I am ready to go home, shower and cuddle with my men; I waste no time taking the large knife in my hand and running it across Jack’s throat. His arterial spray coats the small space. My forearm dripping in his blood. Nick starts screaming, intelligible words stream from his lips.
Oh, my fucking God. This little bitch.
My head whips over to look at the terrified expression on his face. “So you can kill your own child and mother of your child, but you can’t tolerate seeing Jack die? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Yo…you…you know that she was not who I wanted.” He finally spits out. “She was who I was forced with. So no, there were no feelings there.”
“Did you ever marry Julia?” My emotions are locked down tighter than a maximum security prison.
“Yes, I thought if I married her my family would forgive me. It didn’t work, you were their precious Nyx, and I broke your heart.”
“We will make sure no one even mourns your death, Nick.” I walk behind him, and he starts to scream again. “Scream all you want, Little Nicky, but no one can hear you out here. Isn’t that why you brought us out here? Because no one can hear the screams?”
I grab the shaggy hair on the top of his head, pulling his face back to look at me as I drag the knife across his throat.
Just like Jack, the blood sprays over the small space, and as soon as I watch the life leave his eyes, I drop my hold on his head and the knife.
It clatters to the ground as my adrenaline finally leaves my body and I hit my knees.