Chapter 27 Sam #2
“I am sure I don’t know...” Betty tries with a haughty expression, but Sam grabs her hair with his undamaged arm, yanking her head back hard.
“Betty? What are they talking about?” Matthew asks in a raspy voice.
Sam and I hold our ground.
Finally, the bitch speaks.
“I had an affair with Mr. Volkov many years ago. I fell pregnant, and the child was given to him when he was born.”
Matthew curses, and I let him go, amused. “What the hell? Not only were you unfaithful, but you had a child? And I never knew?” Matthew’s eyes grow large in shock.
“I have been stuck in The Retreat this whole time! Tortured, abused, raped, starved! It's your fault, you whore!” Sam screams, his vocal cords straining.
I look fondly at him, so proud he was able to say the words he needed to. Now... it’s my fucking turn.
“Betty, did you know your perverted husband fucking raped me?” I say.
Betty screeches, her hands curled into claws. “You... you—” she sputters, unable to finish her sentence.
The two of them start fighting, but I shout over them.
“I’m not fucking done! You fuckers kidnapped me, beaten and drugged me, starved me, locked me up, and gave sick old men access to my body. You will die for your sins!”
Betty and Matthew stare at me bug-eyed.
“You don’t have the courage, you little—” Betty starts to say.
I cut her off by punching her hard in the mouth. A couple of teeth fly out, making me giddy.
Betty manages to slide her hand under her pillow, brandishing a knife. It happens so fast; I don’t realize what's going on until the blade comes into contact with the side of my neck.
I shriek; adrenaline spurring me to punch her several more times. I feel blood running slowly down my neck, and I slap my hand to it. It's just trickling out and feels shallow.
Purge is at my side in a blink. “Let me see,” he urges.
I remove my hand, and he confirms, “It’s just a shallow cut. It's already slowing down.”
“Thanks,” I tell him.
I switch places with Sam again, moving back to Matthew's side and not saying another word as I bring my knife down in an arc, deftly slitting his throat. Blood sprays everywhere. It spurts out with each heartbeat, until he crumples to the bed. Dead.
Sam takes my cue, violently stabbing Betty, repeatedly, with a roar. He keeps going until she’s an unrecognizable pulp.
Purge calmly goes to Sam’s side. “It’s okay, man, she’s dead. It's over.”
Sam sobs, dropping the knife, and throws himself into my arms. We cling to each other, cleansing ourselves of the past, and of their hold on us.
After a few minutes, Purge tells us we need to go.
I look back once, humming in satisfaction.
Good riddance to two evil assholes.
Purge
I cringe knowing the shitstorm coming once the others catch wind of what I just helped Iskra and my brother, Sam, do.
It's still so weird that I have a half-brother, but I've warmed to the idea. Sam is a good guy. He loves Iskra too, which is a good thing.
I'm weary as we pull into the compound parking garage. Watching both Iskra and Sam be wounded in there almost took me down. Fear still pumps through my bloodstream. The thought of losing them both is too much for me to bear.
I take a breath as I concentrate on the here and now. My head is on a swivel, looking for anyone out here. It looks quiet—good.
It's really late, around three in the morning. I hope everyone is fast asleep.
I wake Iskra, who groggily raises her head from Sam’s shoulder. He looks at me and smiles.
“Thanks,” he says, and I nod.
I take Iskra’s hand as we let ourselves back inside. I walk them to their room, stopping outside the door. I check on both their wounds, satisfied when I see Iskra’s cut is no longer bleeding, and Sam’s arm has also stopped bleeding.
I lean in to kiss Iskra goodnight—and that's when all hell breaks loose.
Her door is thrown open, seven of the others crowded inside. Harris steps forward, yelling at me.
“Where the hell were you three? Why are you covered in blood?”
“Please tell me you took them to Rage Out,” Razor almost pleads.
Synn grabs Iskra by her arms. “What the fuck did you do?” His face morphs as he spies her cut neck. “What...?”
My girl shoves him back a step. “It’s fine. Just a cut. And Sam is fine, too.”
The room is so crowded, there's barely any space to move.
“I don’t owe any of you an explanation. We were taking care of loose ends.”
“You killed the fucking Solomons, didn’t you?” Frost roars.
Ghost frowns, digging his nails into his skin.
Trikk pipes up, seemingly the only calm one of the bunch. “I don’t blame you one bit, Bambi. Or you, Sam. You deserved your retribution.”
“Do you know the danger you put them in? Your father catches wind of it, they’ll show themselves again, and it won’t be pretty,” Harris bites out, face red with suppressed anger.
“But no one knows, man. We were very careful. We got in, killed them, and got out. No one followed us,” I explain.
“Brother, you know the eyes they have everywhere,” Synn starts, but I raise my hand.
“You know I do. But I am telling you—we were one hundred percent undetected.”
Iskra raises her voice to be heard among all the bickering. “Everyone, just fucking chill out. Sam and I deserved this. Those sick crones are six feet under, exactly where they belong.”
“We all need some sleep. Let them go clean up, and we can have the night hackers double check. Okay?” I plead with them.
Harris says, “Fine,” his eyes still blazing.
Everyone kisses Iskra, and they all leave with mutters of discontentment.
I push a hand through my messy locks. “I’m going too. Goodnight, beautiful. I'm so proud of you.” I kiss her soundly, then turn to my brother. “I’m also proud of you, brother.”
Sam makes a sound of surprise and pulls me in for a hug. “Brother.”
I leave them to it, going to shower and pass the hell out.
Phoenyxx
I wake with a loud yawn, Sam’s naked body wrapped around me. I had a blissful, dreamless sleep. My Golden-Eyed Boy helps a lot in that department.
He opens his eyes, smiling. “Good morning, Em.”
Sam kisses me with heat, but I gently shove him away, being careful not to jostle his injured arm.
“I’m still sore from last night,” I laugh.
We made sweet love a couple of times after we showered before falling asleep.
Needing coffee and food, I get up and stretch.
I pull out whatever clothes meet my hand first. A pair of loose jeans and a band tee I filched from Purge. “Falling In Reverse” is written on the front.
On my way to the kitchen, with Sam trailing behind, I come to a screeching halt in front of the media room. My jaw drops open at what I’m seeing and hearing in there.
“Mine’s the biggest, everyone knows that,” Synn says.
“Dude, you wish. Mine is bigger.” Razor.
“Mine is longer,” Frost brags.
“Mine fits better inside Malishka,” Ghost insists.
“Mine feels the best.” Trikk.
“I make her come harder.” Purge.
They're all standing there arguing, grabbing their crotches.
To my surprise, Sam strolls in, saying, “She had mine last night. She likes it best.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
I can feel my grey hair coming in again with this pack of cavemen.
“Alright, boys,” I drawl. “There is only one way to solve this. Everyone, take out your cocks. Now.”
“What?” Trikk squeaks.
“You heard me. A dick-measuring contest. Line up, single file. Here and now.”
Synn grins, fumbling with his pants, shoving them down to his ankles. Of course, he’s first to whip it out. I'm not going to lie, he is enormous. Length and girth, with those piercings…
Razor is next, then Ghost, Purge, Trikk, and Frost. Everyone but Sam takes out their cocks.
I decide to make a show out of it. Putting my hands behind my back, I walk up and down the line, humming and tsking. I crouch in front of each one, pretending to intently study each cock wagging in my face.
“I just don’t know.” I put my finger to the side of my mouth, tapping.
“What about you, Sam? It must be tiny,” Synn digs.
Sam just smiles slowly, taking his time dropping his pants. He straightens back up, and the others gasp.
“Bro. Synn, he’s bigger than you!” Trikk blurts out.
I throw my head back and laugh. I try to hold it in, but I can’t help it. It's just so fucking funny. The looks on their faces...
Sam smiles in triumph.
They break out arguing again, until a cleared throat sound comes from behind me.
“What in the ever-loving skibidi fuck did I just walk in on?” an incredulous Valley says in a shrill voice.
I lose it completely, hunching over and wheezing, “What the hell is ‘skibidi’?”
Valley shrugs. “A word I’m adding to my repertoire.” She peers at my guys. “Think you can put your fun sticks away?”
I hear scrambling but can’t turn around because I know I’ll lose it again. Valley one-arm hugs me, then says straight-faced, in a loud voice, “Sam wins.”
Oh my fucking God. This is the best thing ever.
Her and I laugh together until we can’t breathe.
“Girl time soon?” I ask her.
“Hell yeah, bestie. You can fill me in on where you crept off to last night.”
“Fuck...” I draw out the word. “You noticed too, huh?”
Valley chuckles, shaking her head as she scoots out of the media room.
I turn back to red-faced, embarrassed men. Seven huge motherfuckers humiliated because they were caught with their pants down.
I'm never going to let them live this down.
“Breakfast?” I chirp, then skip out of the room.
Coffee is calling my name.