Chapter Twenty One #2
“Is this the only way you can get a woman?” Moth's voice was deeply calm, drawing both our attention.
Freezing, Brandon looked sideways at Moth, a growl rumbling in his chest. “You need to shut the fuck up or I’ll cut her.”
He lifted the knife from where he'd had it under his palm on the ground and placed the tip between my breasts, right on the bone.
I tried to breathe shallow to prevent him from pressing the dangerous weapon further into my skin.
The top I'd worn on the club opening night was a V neck that now gapped, giving Brandon perfect access.
“As I told you, I wanted to kill her too,” Moth muttered louder.
Brandon frowned and lifted his gaze from the knife, towards Moth. “Don't try and distract me. There's just two things I'm here to do. Fuck her while you watch and then kill you both.”
“Have you ever killed before?” Moth asked.
He leaned his head to the side and fixed Brandon with an appraising stare.
I took a quick breath and tried to still the shaking of my whole body.
Brandon was straddling me, his knees resting on either side of my hips.
The fear that gripped me turned my skin to ice and the bones in my hands to rock.
If Moth kept Brandon distracted, maybe I could snatch the knife and stab him in the neck.
“Shut the fuck up or I'll plunge this into her heart.” Turning back to me, Brandon lowered himself onto me, holding his torso up with one hand while grinding his pelvis into me.
I squeaked and squirmed, trying to avoid any contact with his erection, which was hitting my thigh.
“Your cock is so small,” Moth said, “she doesn't want it near her.”
Growling, Brandon shook his head, as if he were trying to drown out Moth's words. I gasped when the blade dug into my skin, just nipping it slightly. Moth had a game plan and I didn't want to ruin it. Instead, I had to hold fast and pray that whatever he was trying to do would work.
“Ignore him,” Brandon whispered into my ear, pressing the weight of his hips into me and holding steady.
The ick sent me rigid, and I closed my eyes tight, squeezing the tears that slipped out from under my eyelids. How I'd ever been attracted to him was beyond me. He'd rescued me, playing the nice guy, except, he was sick… so fucking sick.
“The reason she left you was because you couldn't make her cum, unlike me…” Moth spat, shouting so his voice echoed around the warehouse. “You've shuddered for me multiple times, haven't you, Sunshine? His dick will never live up to mine.”
“FUUCKKK!” Brandon shoved up from me, spittle flying everywhere as he charged towards Moth, knife in hand.
Moth kicked up a leg as Brandon approached, knocking the blade out of his hand and sending it scattering across the floor and out of the cage, just past the bars.
I was awoken from my frozen state by the clattering.
Getting to my feet, I watched Brandon tackle Moth.
They were both muscular and broad but Moth was taller.
It would take a lot to beat him. Except… Moth was losing.
My heart thundered as I went over to the knife, pulling on my chains and stretching them as far as I could.
My wrists screamed as I dropped to the ground and tried to reach the handle.
It was nearer to Moth than me. If he was able to get Brandon off him in time, there was a chance he could reach it.
Moth was on his back with Brandon on top of him.
They pinned and pushed one another, punching and hitting as they wrestled on the ground.
I stepped away, edging towards the gate of the cage to stay out of the way.
Moth somehow kept hold of the manacle, keeping it behind him at all times so Brandon couldn't see that it was no longer on his wrist.
“You fucker!” Brandon cried when Moth kicked him straight in the balls.
Surging up from where he crouched on the ground, Brandon barreled into Moth, who catapulted back, the chain wrapping around his arm and pulling him tighter to the edge of the cage. Brandon jumped, shoving both legs out in a kick that drove his boots straight into Moth's chest.
My lover fell to his knees and Brandon came around him from the back, taking hold of the chain that was clasped in Moth's hand. He picked it up as Moth struggled for breath, his chest heaving from being winded.
“No!” I shouted, moving forward when Brandon slung the heavy chain around Moth's neck, quickly gripping it in both hands before Moth could react.
Gasping, I fell to my knees as Brandon pulled the chain tight, his cheeks a vivid red.
Moth rested his hand on the floor, the one that gripped the manacle, and grasped the chain around his neck with his free hand.
He looked at me, his eyes wide and the veins in his neck bulging.
He subtly lifted the other hand, loosening the length of the chain in Brandon's hands, but the motherfucker pulled hard and Moth gulped.
“Please,” I pleaded with Moth, “get him off you. I need you.”
He stared at me, gasping as Brandon tried to tug the chain harder.
He resisted; his bulk leaning back so there was slack on the metal that bound his throat.
His fingers were tucked just under the links of the chain but the strain was telling.
He gasped and grunted. Shit, Brandon was getting the upper hand, pulling Moth further away from the cage wall.
Moth just had to let go of the chain to save himself.
Why wouldn’t he do it? Brandon was killing him.
It had all gone wrong.
My heart squeezed, and I shook my head, staring as Moth’s face turned bright pink.
“Moth, I love you,” I blurted, needing to tell him how I felt before it was too late.
Moth’s breathing was harsh and he choked, his face slowly going blue. I hiccupped as tears slipped down my cheeks. I knew he was weak from no food or water, but somehow, I’d believed we would win.
“Please,” I cried, “tell Wasp that I'm sorry and that I said hello.”
He blinked slowly and nodded, a sad smile crossing his face before his eyes fluttered closed and he went limp.
“NOOOO!” My scream rebounded off the metal walls and Brandon released the chains, dropping them and rushing to me.
Shoving his hand over my mouth, he hissed in my face. “Shut the fuck up now, someone might hear you!”
I cried loudly, the pain bursting from my chest and stealing my breath. My relationship with Moth had been complicated, but I had fallen for him hard, almost as obsessed with him as he had been with me. And we hadn't even had the chance to explore our messed-up connection.
“I'm going to fuck you now,” Brandon shoved me against the metal bars, pinning me with his weight and blocking my view of Moth, who was on the ground.
Shaking my head, I pushed him, spitting in his face when he forced my arms to my sides and held them there.
I shoved him with my chest, cringing when he lifted his arm and smacked me across the face.
It didn't hurt, though. None of it would.
Moth had been numb most of his life, if I wanted to honor him in his last moments, I had to do the same.
“Go on then,” I sneered, “fuck me. I don't give a shit because I'll be out of this misery soon.”
He reached between us, fumbling around his crotch before he reached for mine. I leaned forward and sank my teeth into his chest, biting as hard as I could, just to leave a mark before I died.
“Bitch!” He grabbed my hair and yanked hard.
My head rebounded off the bars, the force of it rattling my brain. His hands were on my breasts, kneading and pawing as he desperately tried to tug his jeans down.
“My cock is going to…” He carried on talking, his words fading into the background as Moth's face appeared over his shoulder.
I opened my mouth and swiftly closed it when he nodded once. I nodded back, unsure of his plan but…
Moth's hand appeared on Brandon's forehead, pulling his head back until his throat was exposed.
The evil man gasped in a breath as a knife came around from behind and swiped across his skin, digging deep enough to slice.
I closed my eyes as Brandon fell away from me, blood spurting from his neck, leaving me clutching the bars to hold myself up.
“Watch him die,” Moth rasped, putting an arm around me. “It's your vengeance.”
I pressed my cheek onto Moth's chest as he cuddled me to him.
The scent of oil, sweat and blood gave me strength.
Opening my eyes, I stared down at my stalker-ex, my evil-ex and listened to the gurgling of his life force leaving him.
The tears came again, dripping onto Moth's chest as the fear slipped away, draining from me, just like the blood draining from my aggressor.
Brandon glanced up at me, his eyes wide and scared as he gasped for air, but none came… and then he was gone, his head collapsing to the floor in a pool of his own blood.
Just like the pathetic man deserved.
As the room fell silent and Moth's breathing returned to normal, I looked down at his hands, which were free from the chains.
“H-how?” I stuttered, looking up at him.
He turned me to face him, pulling me so we were close. Holding up a hand, he cringed in pain. “I may have broken my thumb to get free.”
Gasping, I caught his wrist and held it gently, inspecting the deformity of his thumb. “You broke your bones for me?”
He chuckled and caught my jaw with his other hand. “I'd break every bone in my body to get to you,” he muttered, “and kill every man who dares to touch or hurt you again.”
Lowering his head, he kissed me on the lips, so tenderly, I melted. Our breath entwined as the weight of what we'd endured, what we'd survived, left us. His arms came around me, lifting me so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
He moved us away from Brandon as we kissed, dragging my chains with me. Heat exploded and my pussy clenched, begging to be touched as the adrenaline calmed.