6. Onyx
Chapter six
Onyx
S o we have to lure this bastard down to the basement. That's simple enough. I think. Blaze, Ember and I start looking for Dmitri Orlov. He is dancing with Vee, and I end up getting a brilliant idea. Well, hopefully, Ember is okay with me using her as bait.
I stop walking, causing Ember to walk right into my back. Turning around and looking into those stunning light green eyes.
“Alright Little Siren, I have an idea. But I need to use you as bait. Blaze and I won't let him touch you. This is just so we can get him downstairs and you can stay up here with Vee and dance. Okay, love?”
She looks at me and then at Blaze. “You can use me as bait, but I can’t let the four of you, who don’t really know me take care of something that I need to take care of. This is my burden. It’s not for you guys to handle. I am not that little girl anymore, that you four had to protect. I am going downstairs too.”
“You actually remember us?” I start bouncing on the balls of my feet. Trying to contain my excitement so as to not freak her out, is so overwhelming.
“Yes, love, we have all met before over the years. We used to work for your father as his hitmen. We would do most of the killings for him until you started taking over, and then we backed out of the Bratva. But we will always protect the Chertanov Family the best we can.” Blaze says with a smile.
“Oooh, so I was right. So, what's the plan, Daddy Onyx?” She says with a sultry look in her eyes.
“Oh, Little Siren, don't tease me. We got business to take care of. But afterwards we can pick up where we left off on the dance floor and play if you think you are up for it.” I lean in closer to her and whisper in her ear, kissing the spot right behind her ear. I tell them both my plan and then we head to the dance floor.
Once, we are back beside Vee and Dmitri. I can tell Vee is getting uncomfortable by the look she keeps giving him. Getting closer to Vee I whisper in her ear.
“Act like you're going to get another drink and go find a new dance partner. We will take care of this creep.” I pull back, and I notice the hatred on Dmitri’s face, but I see the thankful look on Vee’s face and smile back.
As Vee quickly makes a bee-line to the bar. Dmitri turns his attention to my Little Siren who is grinding her perfect body all over my brother. The way her body moves to the beat of the music can lure any man to his death. Which is what is about to happen to him, at the hands of the Four Horsemen and their Goddess of Death.
He is so entranced by the way she moves on Blaze and I.
“Little Siren, let’s give him a private show shall we?” I say, running my hand up and down her body.
“Yes, Daddy Onyx.” She moans when I pinch her nipples through her dress. I had no clue they were pierced. Oh, what fun it would be to attach chains to them and tug on it. Just to hear her moan or even hear her whimper.
“Come on, it's time for a private show.” She says with a wink to Dmitri. As she grabs his hand, he flashes her an evil, menacing grin. Seeing that makes my rage rise higher, and I see it on Blaze's face as well. I hear two different growls. One came from Blaze, and the other came from me. I didn’t even realize I did it. We need to get this done with no one touching what belongs to us. I guess we are on the same page about her.
Blaze leads us down the hall to head downstairs; Ember is beside him, walking and hanging off of his arm. Dmitri is behind her watching her ass as she walks. I’m beside him, making sure he doesn’t touch her again.
“Where are we going for this private show? It keeps getting darker the more we walk.” Dmitri asks, sounding concerned yet very impatient.
“The basement has our soundproof rooms that we reserve for VIP’s.” I say with agitation lacing my tone.
Once we reach the end of the hallway Blaze opens the door and we all walk in. It's dark but there are a few little lights lining the room and the blood red couch that's in the middle and the stripper pole that's in front of the couch.
Dmitri walks over to sit on the couch. While Ember starts to walk towards the pole. But she stops half way when we hear Ezra speak .
“So, Dmitri, I hear you like to rape women and girls. Now, why would you think that someone deserves that kind of treatment? Didn’t your mama teach you how to treat women?”
Dmitri jumps off the couch and spins around “Who the fuck is there?”
“So, you don’t deny it?” Aspen says as he and Ezra step out of the shadows towards Dmitri.
He spins towards Ember and starts stalking towards her with his finger out. “So you decided to lie to them like you did our fathers. You fucking slut. You just wanted someone to pity you so you could actually get fucked. Wow, you are a dirty fucking, whore aren’t you?”
She is frozen with fear, but before he can reach her, I slam my hand around his throat and squeeze.
“Now, little boy, what we are not going to do is point the blame on the victim. You're going to sit in this chair and you're going to take your punishment for hurting my precious Little Siren.” I slam him in the chair Blaze brought over. I’m still squeezing his throat, Blaze is holding his legs still as Aspen and Ezra tie him down to the chair.
Once his binds are secure, I let go of his throat and pull back my fist, aim, and punch him right in the nose. I know I broke it. I heard it crunch as my fist made contact with his nose.
“Okay, my Little Fury, let Onyx and I show you the weapons we have while Aspen and Ezra get a few shots in.” Blaze says, leading the way to the weapons off to the right.
“What do you like to use, Little Siren? We have anything you could ever need. We can suspend him from the ceiling or keep him in the chair. What do you want to do?” I ask her.
With a sinister grin, she says, “Well, first off, I want him suspended from the ceiling facing the pole, but make sure he can’t turn his head away. So, maybe add a rope going from one arm to his head to the other arm. I prefer to use knives. But, after he is suspended, I want all four of you to sit on the couch and wait for further instructions.”
“Okay love, we will do whatever you say. Come on guys let’s get this douche canoe hung up,” I say, rubbing my hands together.
We work together to suspend Dmitri from the ceiling just like our Goddess of Death wants. Once he is in place, we all walk over to the couch and wait for her. She is looking through the knives, and we all sit there and watch her .
“Let me go you fucking whore!” Dmitri yells out. I can sense her body tense from the words that just spilled from his mouth. I will feed him his own cock, if he ever says that to my Little Siren again.
“I will kill you when I get free.” He spits, missing his mark as it dribbles down his chin.
Ember saunters over to him with a knife in her hand. I can’t tell which one she has. She is standing in front of him. She positions the blade right in the middle of his chest.
Cocking her head to the side, she asks him. “Who said you will be getting free?”
“I know you won’t kill me, you don’t have it in you.”
She starts laughing like a maniac “Why do you think that?” she croons.
“Because I am your best friend.” He groans out a shitty grin upon his broken face.
“Ha, You really think we are friends. I haven’t even seen you since you raped me. Plus, even if I wasn’t able to kill you, they would be able to.” She says pointing at us four.
“And who do you think was doing the killings for my father? Hmmm, I know it wasn’t you because you couldn't even aim the gun and you ran away like a coward when those two lackeys came after you.” A shocked look appears on his face. “Oh, before you ask, I only know about that because Papa was the one who sent them after you. Just to test you. I was in the car watching to see what would happen. Didn’t you ever wonder why Papa never asked you to do a job after that?”
“Oh, look, Dmitri is now speechless and dumbfounded.” Ezra says, watching Ember's every move.
“Just so we are on the same page, the only way you will be leaving here is in a body bag.” She snarled with a menacing grin while sliding the blade from his chest to his belly button.
She made sure he felt every bit of pain as she had when he took her innocence. Cutting in deep, the knife sunk into the soft area of the abdomen, spreading it wide open. Blood splattered all over her voluptuous tits and gorgeous face making her the very image of the Goddess of Death. Like a crazed animal set on revenge, she took the knife, fileting the skin around each of his nipples towards his neck in an agonizing pace. She left enough skin attached that the nipples hung off his chest, lifeless like he soon would be. When she tore them from his body the skin followed leaving the layer of muscles exposed. Watching him bleed out and scream in agony at her hands was making my cock hard as a rock.
Looking over at my brothers, I could tell they were getting turned on as well because of the way they kept adjusting themselves. When I looked back over at my Little Siren, she was panting, and her victim was passed out.
Covered in his blood she turned around and looked at us with a mischievous grin and started sauntering towards us.
“Aspen, can you play a song for me please?” She asks out of breath.
“Sure love any particular song you have in mind?” Curiosity lacing his voice.
“Just something I can kill too.” She hums as she grabs me.
All of our eyes go wide in shock. Aspen grabs his phone out of his pocket and the song that comes on is Dirtier Thought by Nation Haven . It’s one of his favorites.
Looking like the Goddess of Death she takes the knife and begins to slowly filet the skin off his balls. A high pitched scream escapes Dmitri, the pitch grating on my sensitive ears. The wail was long and drawn out like a banshee seeing a looming death. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up! You know you asked for this! Now you will know my pain.” She spits in his face and grips his cock roughly in her tiny hand squeezing the tip. Grabbing the blowtorch and turning it on, she starts to slowly burn his cock until it turns into a charcoaled hot dog. She watches as he writhes in pain and starts begging for mercy.
“P-please Ember, please stop. I’m s-sorry for what I did to you. I should have never raped you. I am a piece of shit for what I have done. Please, I'm begging you to stop.” He cries as she continues to burn his cock with the blowtorch.
“Have you raped other women?” My little siren asks as she pulls the blowtorch away from his cock.
He hesitates before answering, “Y-yes, yes I have.”
“How many Dmitri?” She demands.
“A lot,” he says.
“How many? Give me a damn number, you asshole.” She yells, getting frustrated with him.
He starts sobbing again after she grips and pulls on his charcoaled dick. "Fifteen."
“Wow, fifteen women you have raped. And I bet I am the only one who you have attempted apologizing to. Well, I'm not going to stop, you are going to die by my hands.”
She puts down the blowtorch and picks up the knife again. With a swing, she brings the blade of the knife down on the base of his cock and saws it off.
“Onyx, hold his mouth open.” I follow her command, prying his jaw open for my Little Siren.
“Enjoy the taste of your own cock.” She spits out to him as she shoves his severed dick into his mouth. I release his jaw and watch him choke as a sinister smile appears on my Little Siren's face. She then takes the knife and stabs him in the stomach yelling out "One!"
“Two!” Stabbing another spot.
“Three!” She stabs again as he screams causing his severed dick to fall from his mouth. She continued to stab him until she hit fifteen, counting out loud with each wound. She didn't stop until she got justice for each woman who had been assaulted at the hands of this monster. Blood is spraying everywhere and covering her as it flows out.
She turns towards us all and collapses to the ground sobbing. “Thank you so much you guys. I really needed that.” She sighed, taking in deep calming breaths.
“Guys can you get rid of the body and clean up this mess. I’ll take her home.” I state as I go and pick her up and cradle her in my arms.
I turn around so they can say their good-bye to Ember. We all stare at her with desire and happiness in our eyes, reveling in the fact that she got her revenge on the one person she thought she could trust.
But she doesn’t need anyone. She has all of us.
We are her Four Horsemen, and she is our Goddess of Death.