Chapter Thirty-Five
Damon
I roll over to look at the time on my phone. Sawyer doesn’t move as I slowly get out of bed. We took the spare room and Matteo took the couch. After we finalized the plan for Wyatt, Brynne took Ryker upstairs. It’s like she is taking turns with us, but she belongs to all of us. I fully intend on having her take all of us. If today goes smoothly then we will have to celebrate killing another fuck who didn’t deserve to be breathing in the first place.
I walk into the kitchen and start the coffee pot. Brynne is walking back toward the house when I look out the window toward the woods. She’s in leggings and a sports bra and I can truly see how fit she is. The back door opens and she stops when she notices me in my boxers standing at the counter.
“I could get used to this,” she says as she eye fucks me. I step toward her and I watch her shoulders relax. It's as if my presence is calming to her. I’ve never had that effect on someone.
“Is that so little devil,” I whisper. I run my finger down her jaw and place my index finger under her chin, tilting her head up. I claim her lips and taste the saltiness of her sweat mixed with the mint from her toothpaste. She leans forward, deepening the kiss. This woman can’t get enough of us.
“I smell coffee,” Matteo says in a groggy voice. We both look toward him and Brynne smirks. “What? Don’t act like you haven’t seen my cock Brynne baby,” he teases and moves his hips to make his cock move. I shake my head and walk over to the coffee pot to pour myself and Brynne a cup.
“Am I going to get the pleasure of waking up to this every morning?” Brynne points to the cup of coffee and then Matteo's cock.
“I sleep naked so absolutely,” Matteo smirks and plucks the coffee out of my hand. He opens the fridge and grabs the milk. He adds two scoops of sugar while I pour myself another cup.
“Where’s Ryker?” I ask Brynne.
“Still sleeping. What about Sawyer?” she asks.
“Still sleeping,” I answer. I can’t stop thinking about ripping her leggings from her body and fucking her on the kitchen island.
“ I’d like to take a shower before you try anything,”
Brynne smirks. I don’t understand how Sawyer and her can read me. I try to hide my emotions as much as possible. I don’t even think I have emotions to speak of except for the desire to get pleasure from fucking. “We should get ready. We have an eventful day ahead of us,” she winks and disappears up the stairs.
“So is coffee breakfast? I thought you would have at least made us breakfast,” Matteo jokes. I narrow my eyes at him and go to wake Sawyer up. It may be early, but Brynne was right about today being eventful. Sawyer and Clara were up all night getting more information on Connors. I didn’t have time to ask him about Hachett and if Clara found anything.
I’d like to get that taken care of before it becomes a pain in my ass. We have the biggest jobs we have ever done coming up and we can’t have any distractions. I nudge Sawyer’s shoulder and he grumbles before rolling back over.
“Wake up Sawyer. We have killing to do,” I say as I pull on jeans and a black t-shirt.
“What time is it?” he asks in his groggy morning voice.
I check my phone again. “It’s seven thirty now.”
Sawyer groans and sits up. He rubs his eyes and throws the covers off of his naked body. His morning wood stands proud as he walks out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall. I wonder what someone would think if they came inside and saw a bunch of naked men walking around here. I shake the thought away and think about the plan for today.
Everything has to go perfectly for this to work. We can’t screw up one detail or it will all crumble. I’ve never killed an officer before, but there is a first for everything.
When Brynne told us about her patient, I knew he had to die. No scumbag like that deserves to be breathing the same air as us. Sawyer and Clara got their hands on his schedule and thankfully he works today.
It was Brynne’s idea to do this during the day. I wasn’t convinced until she explained everything she wanted to do to him. Matteo was ecstatic to learn that he was going to be able to drive a police cruiser. Sawyer has the most important job out of all of us. Creating a fake call for Wyatt to go to has to be believable. Once Wyatt is where we want him, we get to have our fun. It's too bad we can’t take him back to Brynne’s to use her special tools downstairs.
???
“Are you ready?” Brynne asks us. We all nod like we are following her lead. I guess we technically are, but I am curious to see what she is capable of. Ever since she stabbed me in my fucking leg I knew she was a violent little thing. I can’t wait to see how unleashed she can get.
“Sawyer,” I say. He types on his laptop in the backseat. A scanner plays over his speaker and says exactly what we rehearsed. I watch as excitement glazes Ryker and Matteo’s eyes. This will be Ryker’s first kill since Brynne got to Max before they did. We exit the car and walk into the abandoned building. Sawyer stays inside the car to make sure Wyatt’s walkie is disconnected and he can’t call for backup. He wasn’t excited about that part, but it's kind of important. There is absolutely no service for anything in this building.
We’ve had our eyes on this place for a while but haven’t had the opportunity to kill here yet. It's kind of
symbolic that the first kill is going to be with Brynne. Matteo watches out the broken window and waits for the cruiser to pull up.
“Okay now,” Brynne says. I reel my fist back and
punch her in the face. She doesn’t wince when she touches the cut I’ve made on her cheek. She smiles before turning toward Ryker. “Your turn,” she says.
Ryker tenses. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Hurry before we run out of time. Cut me Ryker,” she demands. Ryker does as he is told pressing the knife to her neck and sliding it along her soft skin. It parts and blood drips down her skin and onto the fabric of her shirt. It doesn’t take long for the squealing tires to come to a halt outside. Matteo leaves out the back door and waits in the alley before running for the car once Wyatt is in the building.
This has been easy, too easy. I’m waiting for something to get fucked up, but we can’t let that happen. I look over at Ryker and nod. He turns around and tells Brynne to go. She comes running out of the back room screaming. Her clothes are dirty and stained with her blood. She must have ditched her pants somewhere in the building because she is in her panties. Wyatt lowers his gun as she runs into his arms.
“P-please help me, they’re coming after me,” she says in a shaky voice. She could be a damn actress with this performance.
“Who? Who’s coming after you?” Wyatt tries to raise his gun behind Brynne, but she continues with the frantic performance and he is off-center.
“Please take me out of here,” she begs. “I’ll do anything, please,” she grabs at her shirt and pulls it down
innocently. She's milking him and getting exactly what she wants. He looks behind her again and then finally takes in her appearance. His eyes darken and I look over at Ryker. He is completely in awe at Brynne’s performance. If only Sawyer and Matteo could see her.
“ Where are your clothes?” Wyatt asks.
“ They took them. They were going to do really bad
things to me,” she says in an innocent voice. She comes off as younger than she is. I don’t know how she does this. Wyatt looks down at his vest and moves his body cam. It doesn’t matter since everyone at the station thinks he is blocks away right now. He isn’t connected to the station whatsoever right now.
“How badly do you want to get out of here?” he asks Brynne. Bingo. He thinks he can take advantage of her and that is exactly what we need. He will let his guard down and we will have the all clear after that.
“I’ll do anything,” Brynne reiterates. Wyatt unzips his pants and Brynne widens her eyes like she is shocked that he is doing this .
“Suck my cock and I’ll take you wherever you want,” Wyatt demands. Brynne looks down at Wyatt’s sorry excuse for a cock. No wonder he forced his daughter. No one would want him with that pitiful thing. I should whip my cock out to show him what a real cock looks like.
“I-I don’t know,” Brynne stutters. Wyatt steps forward and grabs Brynne by the back of the head. Ryker and I look at each other at the same time. I won't let anyone put their hands on our girl ever again. Brynne goes down on her knees and Ryker and I come up behind Wyatt.
Ryker puts him in a choke hold and I punch him in the gut. His pants fall to the floor and he chokes on his breath. Brynne stands and smirks.
“Amazing performance little devil,” I say. Wyatt looks at all of us and his eyes widen with fear. He tries to raise his gun at Brynne but then there is a boot kicking his hand. We all look toward Matteo.
“I couldn’t miss all the fun,” he winks at Brynne. We drag Wyatt over toward a rickety table and push him over it. He is faced down bent over. His bare ass is on display for all of us. He squirms but Ryker and I hold him down as Matteo gets the rope from the duffel bag. He ties both of his legs to the opposite table legs, spreading him for Brynne. We help by doing the same with his wrists.
“Who the fuck are you people?” he spits. I grab a handful of his hair and lift his head.
“ Your worst fucking nightmare,” I say. The fear is
permanently etched on his face and it makes me hard for what is about to come. Revenge is best served warm, but I don’t mind dishing it out once they’re cold too .
“You see Mr. Connors; your wife came and paid me a visit,” she pauses. “Well technically a few visits and she let me know that you had someone on the side. I don’t quite care if a man or woman is having an affair with another person, but what intrigued me was who you picked,” Brynne takes his gun and taps it to the side of her head like she is thinking. She walks to the back of the table where his bare ass is out.
“Your own daughter,” she says.
“W-whatever she told you, she lied,” he says in a shaky voice. We all stand around him and let Brynne have her fun, before we get ours. Brynne runs the nozzle of the gun down his spine. He tenses and her eyes brighten at how scared he is. “W- wait what are you doing?” he asks.
“Isn’t it obvious? Giving you a little taste of your own medicine,” Brynne slaps his ass and he jolts forward. “Don’t worry, this will only hurt a lot,” she says before shoving the tip of the gun up his ass.
“ Fuck,” he screams.
“Go ahead and scream. No one will hear you,” Brynne taunts. She pulls out the gun and it's covered in shit and blood. “Would you look at this. You just made a mess of the gun. I might slip and accidentally pull the trigger while it's inside you.” She walks in front of Wyatt and he looks up at her with pleading eyes. “You better clean it off,” she coaxes. He goes to object, but she shoves the bloody and shit-covered gun into his mouth.
“Go on. Suck it clean,” she smiles. She was fucking made to do this. Part of me doesn’t want to jump in just so I can stand here and watch her. Wyatt listens and gags as he cleans off the gun. “Good boy,” she teases. She takes the gun out of his mouth.
“P-please,” Wyatt cries out .
“There’s no reason to cry. We’re just getting started,” Brynne pauses and looks around at each of us. “Maybe I'll let my boys each take their turn on you. How does that sound Wyatt?” He eyes all of us and stops at Matteo. He's the biggest out of all of us, both height and weight.
“ P-please I'll do anything,” Wyatt pleads.
“Anything?” Brynne taunts. Wyatt nods furiously. “Then die for me, but in the most painful way possible,” she winks and walks back to his ass. “You better sit still or you may not have a head if the gun goes off.”
She shoves the gun back inside of him and he bites on his lip to stop himself from screaming in pain. Brynne nods to us and we move forward. Matteo takes out a knife and gets under the table. He grabs Wyatt’s flaccid dick and starts cutting through the skin. A guttural scream leaves Wyatt.
“Almost there,” Matteo says. Then I hear something plop on the floor. He stands with Wyatt’s cock and balls in his hand. I grab Wyatt’s hair and yank his head up. Matteo takes Wyatt’s cock and shoves them inside his mouth. Wyatt gags and his eyes become heavy. Probably from the massive blood loss. Matteo doesn’t stop until his cock is down his throat. He starts choking and I let go of his head. We all untie him, but he doesn’t move to escape.
I look over at Ryker and nod. He smiles and grabs the knife Matteo has. “Let me help you with that,” he says. We flip Wyatt over on the stone floor and let Ryker get his first kill. He slices into his throat until he can see inside. He grabs Wyatt's cock blocking his airway and pushes it down his throat even more. Wyatt was dead the moment that knife went across his throat, but we weren’t done. Ryker stabs him in the stomach over and over again in a frenzy.
We all get our frustration out before we realize the mess we made for ourselves. I text Sawyer to bring the car around to the alley. This part of town is awful and thankfully the good ol’ mayor never put cameras in this part of town. We grab all that remains of Wyatt Connors and head to the car.
“That was gruesome,” Sawyer smiles.
“How did you see?” I ask. Sawyer looks toward Brynne.
She shrugs. “I couldn’t let him miss my performance.”
“She set up Connor's body cam so I could watch
through his feed,” Sawyer explains. We all look at Brynne and the blood splattered all over her.
“Let's go drop him off at the house. Then we're going to the motel,” I say.