Making A Weapon (Deranged Trilogy #1)

Prologue

I jab my needle through the aida with more force than needed. Grabbing it from the back, I pull the thread through the meshed cotton fabric.

This piece of cross stitch art is almost done, but I’m not sure where in the house I want to display it.

A groan leaves me as I pierce up through the cloth again. Lately, things have been boring, but stabbing things repeatedly makes me feel better.

You’d think being a hired killer wouldn’t be boring, but all the contracts, jobs and meetings are getting repetitive.

Maybe it’s time I hired a hooker for the three of us, someone from the club I like so I can whip them a bit. The flogger usually makes me feel better, too.

It didn’t last time.

I cast my eyes to Charlie, who’s perched on the armchair across from me, his laptop plonked on the armrest as he taps away.

He’s a carbon copy of me. With his emerald eyes, dark brown hair that’s shaved down on the sides and of course, the matching Glasgow smile.

“Yo Alpha, I’ve been studying the routine for that one job, but the only time the fucker goes anywhere without guards is to a whorehouse. The only people allowed in besides the clients are the girls, not sure how we are gonna pull this off.”

My hand scrubs down my face, the scar rough under my fingers, as I pinch the bridge of my nose and think it over.

“If you’re mentioning it to me, then I’m guessing you’ve tried every other option and the only way to do this is to subcontract a woman for the job?” Charlie gives me a nod, and I huff out a breath.

My younger brother is meticulous in his research. Charlie would only bring it up if there was a problem.

“Very well, see if you can contact, what’s her tits?” I snap my fingers as I think, “Clover? Yeah, that one. She’s done some work for us before.”

“I tried that already Alpha, she won’t take it. I even reached out to Sugar, and she won’t touch it either.”

Charlie’s face twists in pleasure, but his gaze stays on his laptop. Bravo pops up from between Charlie’s legs with a gasp, wiping his sloppy mouth with the back of his hand.

“You know, this probably would be easier if we were women,” he says.

Charlie scowls at him and tangles his fingers in Bravo’s hair. “Get back down there,” he shoves Bravo back down on his cock and moans under his breath as B gags around his length. “You know, he’s not wrong.”

Grabbing the needle again, I go back to threading my cross stitch. “In case you didn’t notice, we got dicks and I look terrible in a skirt. We wouldn’t be able to pass as women long enough to get in.”

Bravo gags again then pulls off Charlie’s dick with a wet pop. “What if we brought a female into our circle? It would help for jobs like this, then we wouldn’t be scrambling around like a dickless chicken.”

“It’s headless chicken, you moron,” Charlie drawls and forces Bravo’s head back down. The sound of slurping follows as B works our brother like a grade A whore, and Charlie thrusts into him violently.

“I’m not sure how that would work; the ones I know would never agree to work under someone. You know damn well I’m the one who gives the orders, not the other way around,” I say, racking my brain for a plan because B is right. Having a woman would make this shit easier.

Charlie growls in frustration when Bravo pulls off again. “We could get our own. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve been fucking bored off my slim jim lately. And I don’t care about chicken dicks anyway, I’d chop its head off and fuck its neck.”

Charlie closes his laptop and grips Bravo by the throat with one hand as he cranes his head back by his hair with the other. “If you stop again, I’m gonna hold you down, and fuck your face until you pass out on a mouthful of my shaved balls. Got it?”

Bravo lets out a strangled laugh, but he’s turned red, and he’s cut off by a mouthful as Charlie shoves him back down.

I mull over his words for a moment as I finish the last stitch. “He has a point. We could get a random girl to join us. Someone who knows nothing of this world. Sure, it might take a while to train her up, but we could make a game of it. A sadistic My Fair Lady .”

Charlie’s eyes flash with something that’s a mix of intrigue and sadistic pleasure. “If she’s our property, we can do whatever we want. It would save us money on the whores.”

The two of us burst out laughing because we have more money than we know what to do with.

I knot off the thread on my latest cross stitch project and hold it up. The words ‘Fuck This Shit’ are in the centre with bloody roses, thorns and knives surrounding it.

Standing up, I stretch out my back and watch as B bobs his head up and down our youngest womb mate’s cock.

“I might know a place where we could get one. We can game plan it later. We will need to get shit ready for her and go over how we want to do her training.” A yawn slips out as I crack my back. “We can talk it over during supper. B when you swallow his load , come find me.”

My hand cups my rock hard cock through my jeans, and Charlie chuckles. “I have another hose for you to drink from,” I say as I perve. Bravo hums, causing C to moan and fist his hair even harder.

I cackle like a hyena as I leave them to it, a plan already forming in my mind. B was right; it would help us out with jobs like this. Plus, I wouldn’t have to be careful like with the club whores.

I could really let loose on this one. She’d be ours. I’ve always wanted a pet, someone to mould to be exactly what my brothers and I need.

Most girls would scream if a set of triplets wanted to share her around between themselves in various combinations. I have a feeling whoever we get from a filthy auction house will not share the same enthusiasm. Not with the way I plan to treat her.

At least this will help with the rut we’ve been in. Things are about to get fun around here.

I take a seat at my office desk, typing away for a few minutes, before a rumpled B stumbles through my door and gets on his knees under my desk. I don’t say anything as he unzips me and pulls me out.

His mouth is warm as he takes my raging boner between his lips, and I think to myself, ‘It’s not weird, because his dick is my dick.’

Bravo swallows my cock in one go, his throat constricting as my tip slips past his uvula. Drool drips out of the corners of his lips, coating my balls as he guzzles me down. Leaning back in my chair, I watch his eyes roll back as he works.

My phone rings with an incoming call, and I let out a frustrated groan. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”