Chapter 34 #3
I place the tip of the blade to his asshole, jabbing it into his rectum and slashing upward as far as I can. Blood pours, and I cackle.
His shrill screams are music to my ears.
I keep cutting; hoping I can make the opening big enough for my entire hand before he croaks. I've been very careful not to cut anywhere vital yet. The blood is heavy, but not enough to bleed him dry. But he will bleed out very soon.
I struggle to get my hand in, only managing three fingers. I push and root forward, reaching for his intestines. Grunting, I realize I can’t quite get them. Damn.
He is barely conscious now. I roughly flip him back onto his back.
“This is for me and Malishka, as well as my brothers! ” I curl my lip while I yell.
I cut a wide hole over his abdomen, digging deep.
I cut and cut, until I can grab the skin and meat and lift it up.
Whistling a little tune, I put my hand in the hole, grabbing his slippery intestines.
Pulling them out slowly, I wrap them around my hand until I’ve got a hold of all the small and large intestine.
Remembering how Malishka grabbed Maxim’s heart, and smashed it in her fist, I do the same, crushing the vulnerable organs.
My father isn’t breathing anymore, but I can’t stop. I let the gun clatter to the floor and raise the knife over my head. Bringing it down sharply, I stab him on repeat.
I'm so lost to my beast, I don’t hear someone come up behind me.
“He’s dead, Ghost. You can stop now,” one of Jax’s guys says. He gently shakes my shoulder, snapping me out of it.
I look down at the pulp of meat that used to be my father, then simply turn and walk out.
Job well done, and another masterpiece has been created.
I'm satisfied.
Razor
I've been listening through my comm to the others and already know the security should be out of the way. The two ZYGOS guys with me have already explained all I need to know.
One of them comes with me as I let myself in to my childhood home. My parents are likely in separate rooms, as it has been my whole life.
I go to my mother’s first. I can already taste her blood on my tongue.
Her door creaks slightly as I open it, but she’s dead to the world. Pill bottles line her bedside table—drugged, as usual.
I hand my gun to the ZYGOS guy, pulling out my trusty razor blade.
I need to muffle any sounds she might make though, so I glance around the room, spying a piece of clothing I can use as a gag.
I stuff it into her mouth.
Now it’s time to have some fun.
My hand grips her throat, and I squeeze. She comes awake gasping for air, her drugged gaze landing on me.
“Time to take your medicine, Mother,” I sing quietly, not wanting to alert my father to our presence yet.
She squirms and whines, but she’s weak. I lean down to look into her eyes, holding her face still. Her wide, terrified eyes gaze back.
I decide not to slice and dice; speed and efficiency are best. My blade comes down, stabbing her clean through the chest, right into her black heart.
I keep my eyes on hers to watch the life fade away. Inhaling her essence, I hum low in my throat while she dies.
I drop her where she lies, retrieving my gun from the guy watching.
I motion for him to follow and walk a few doors down to my father’s suite.
Kicking open the door like the damn FBI, I shout, “Wake up, fuckface!”
My father jumps up, arms flailing. “What? Why are you covered in blood?” He takes a moment, then a thought crosses his features. “Where is your mother? What did you do to her?”
I laugh like a lunatic, mocking him. “Waiting for you to join her in the Devil’s arms.”
I don’t bother with useless words, preferring to just get it done.
Raising the gun, I put two in his head, watching in satisfaction as the back of his skull explodes.
“Let’s go,” I say, and leave that house for the last time.
I hope my brothers are getting this done as easily as I have.
Frost
I just want to get this done. There's no need for me to draw it out.
My father dies today—we’ll see what my mother chooses.
I decide to go to the side entrance, the one that's normally used by staff.
I was told that both security and staff have been dispatched, the staff moved to safety.
Gliding inside the door, I take slow and cautious steps through the staff quarters, then to the left to mount the stairs.
My parents don’t sleep together, so visiting my father’s room first is my best bet.
One of the ZYGOS team members is glued to my side, gun at the ready. My own piece is cocked and ready to go.
I make my way into my father’s bedroom. He's alone, fast asleep and snoring softly.
I stride up to him, rapping the butt of the gun on his forehead to wake him. I do have something to say before he dies.
“What is happening? Who...? Son?” he asks in a sleepy voice.
“Time to meet the Reaper, Father. Before I kill you, I want to tell you how much I despise you. Letting your men rape me to try and make me feel... well, that was a huge mistake. All the abuse and horror. You disgust me.”
His eyes go hard. “You are a freak of nature. You always have been. I don’t regret a single thing.”
You're a pathetic coward. I’m going to enjoy watching your head explode like a watermelon.” I smile, something he’s not used to seeing.
“You don’t have the guts, you little punk.” Russian curses leave his mouth, his eyes blazing.
Raising the gun, I aim for his skull. But before I can pull the trigger, a feminine gasp comes from behind me.
Without taking my eyes off my father, I ask, “Mother, you may want to step out for this. Before you do, though, I have one question for you: Come with me, or die with him?”
My mother sobs from behind me. “I will always choose you, my son. I've been waiting for this day. To get out from under this suka is my pleasure.”
My brow raises. My mother never curses.
The ZYGOS guy murmurs to her, and I hear them both walk into the hallway.
Without any more preamble, I shoot the son-of-a-bitch right in the forehead. His brains splatter the wall behind him.
I hum in satisfaction.
Walking out of the room, I take my mother’s hand. “Time to go.”
Trikk
My heart hammers in my chest as I listen to what the team members are telling me.
We've pulled up near the house. Security is gone, thank fuck.
Gulping, I open the car door and walk to the front door of the house. The ZYGOS guy is right behind me, gun in hand.
I manage to get inside, and to my parents’ room.
My palms are sweating, almost making me lose my grip on the gun.
Easing open the bedroom door, I stop cold, staring at the two figures in the bed.
Fuck.
I can’t fucking do this.
My head is spinning, and my breathing gets choppy. I'm paralyzed in place.
My comm crackles, and Harris speaks into my ear. “You’ve got this, man. You can do this.”
My eyes widen, but I’m stuck in place.
I really can’t…
Phoenyxx
I'm a nervous wreck after watching all my guys kill their parents; and Synn getting fucking shot and Purge’s fistfight. I thank God they are both okay.
Trikk’s not moving, his eyes glassy. He needs me.
“Someone give me an earpiece. I need to talk to him,” I beg.
Desperate to get through to Trikk, I open my mouth to demand one again when Hunter hands me one of his. I slide it in my left ear, putting my finger to my right, to block out any other sounds.
“Thanks,” I say to Hunter, before tapping the comm on. “Trikk, baby. You can do this. I have faith in you. I'm right here with you,” I plead.
He still doesn’t move but tears well in his eyes.
“Trikk. Dammit—remember what they did to you? They raped you, baby. They pimped you out while you were a child. Do it. Kill them.” I stare at the screen, my frantic heart in my throat.
Trikk finally moves, raising a shaky hand, trying to aim.
He is clueless right now, but Hunter walks him through it.
“Okay, Trikk. Cock the gun by pulling back on the top, remember? Okay, good. Step closer to them. Even closer. Now aim the gun. Look down the sight and go for their heads.”
Trikk blows out a shaky breath. He doesn’t seem to want to wake them like the others did.
“Do it, my love. You are so strong. I love you so much,” I encourage.
Finally, he aims and shoots. The bullet hits his father’s head, blood flying. His mother starts to wake up, so I urge him on, “Once more, baby. Do it now.”
He shoots again, getting his mother in the skull. Her blood sprays the bed and his father's body.
He did it. My man did it.
God, I'm so proud of him.
Trikk
The gun clatters to the floor, and my legs buckle. I manage to catch myself before I fall.
I shoot out of the door, not able to look at my parents’ blood-spattered bodies.
The ZYGOS team member follows me, telling me he checked their pulses—they’re both dead.
Bile rises in my throat. I turn my head to the side, puking all over the marble floor.
I run out of that house of horrors, tears on my face.
I duck into the car, and bury my face in my hands and sob like a fucking baby. My shoulders shake uncontrollably.
The ZYGOS guy is back in the car, and we pull out of there.
My Bambi whispers loving things in my ear the entire way back. She's the only thing keeping me from succumbing to shock.
Never in a million years did I think I’d have the courage to kill my parents. They've had me by the balls my whole life. I figured I’d be their whore until I died.
But Bambi got me through it. Now, I can only hope she can get me through the aftermath.