Chapter 15
Angular Momentum
Teddy
My little devil did well tonight, but I’m ready to see a real performance. I want to see how she can handle a blade and how she gets information from people.
We return back to our manor and quickly bring Jax into the basement.
We are all still in our event clothes, including my little devil.
She looks poisonous in her gown. Flaming red locks and her body wrapped in green that hugs her so beautifully.
She truly is a devastating creature. The only thing missing from her ensemble is blood dripping from her ivory skin.
I have Jax chained to an examiners table and once he is secure, I search my cabinets for a homemade antidote to the drug that he consumed at the event. We didn’t give him a lethal dose, that would be a waste, but just enough to keep him out for a few hours.
I inject him with my homemade antidote and slip some smelling salts under his nose. He wakes up instantly. He struggles against his restraints and screams the second he sees me.
“Good morning.” I sing-song. All I get in response is more screaming, typical.
I’m not really sure why everyone is so afraid of me.
I’m not a bad guy; I just like to watch them bleed.
“I’m actually quite nice.” I say over his yelling, “I volunteer at the animal shelter, serve time at the local soup kitchens, I even do Relay for Life. I’m not going to kill you.
” I explained. This gets him to quiet down, and he stares at me nervously, like I’m a live grenade.
“You’re not going to kill me?” He heaves.
“Of course not,” I shake my head and lean in close. “She will.” I point over to the little devil sitting on the counter, waiting so perfectly like a glass of whiskey after a long workday.
He turns his head quickly to see her swinging her legs and smiling down at him. “Hi there,” she says sweetly. It sounds sweet but I know it is laced with venom.
“You… you said you’re-.” He starts fighting against his restraints even harder than he did when he was scared of me. I know she has a reputation, but I didn’t quite know it was one that preceded my own.
“The Sparrow.” She says nonchalantly and hops off of the counter to approach him. “My, my…” She sighs. “You have a lot of answering to do, Jax.”
She hops to the table to sit next to him while holding a pair of pliers, “We’ll start easy, yes?” Suddenly Jax goes still, his body freezing in place. “Say yes if you can understand me, or else I’ll start removing limbs until you do.”
Jax flinches at her words, “Yes, sounds good.”
“Good boy,” she pats his cheek twice.
She turns to where Max is standing and says, “I need music please.” She gives him almost a believable smile.
Looking back at Jax, she snaps her fingers to be sure she has his attention, “Now, this will be kind of like musical chairs. While the song is playing you can think about your answers, but when the song stops you have to answer, or you lose a finger. Got it?”
This creature is something of my greatest nightmares. Her crazy is matching my crazy. During the drive she discussed what all needed to be answered before we disposed of him, and I know that Jax is in for a long evening.
“I think so.” Jax answers.
She gives Jax another sinister smile before turning towards Max, “Play ‘Bad Things’ by Cults,” she asks. Already knowing the song, I stood up straighter, appreciating her taste.
“She really is our personal brand of crazy.” says Brandon, who I completely forgot was also in the room. My brothers don’t always stay for this part, and I like that my little devil is already bringing us closer together again.
“Okay Jax.” She claps her hands, making him flinch. “What did you try to drug me with tonight?”
Jax just lies there, unanswering and she signals for Max to hit play on the song. Once the sound starts to flood the room she jumps from the table and starts to move around the room. She’s… dancing?
“Come on boys, don’t be shy. Dance or you’ll be on the table next.” The little devil commands and I’m the first to move her direction.
She sways along to the melody and sings with the harmony. She grabs hold of my wrists and begins to pull me into step with her dance. I notice that the others don’t move from their spots along the wall. She scoffs at them when they don’t join in the fun and looks at me, “Why are they so serious?”
I don’t know how to respond so I just shrug as we continue to dance to the music. She stops suddenly and holds a finger to Max who listens immediately and cuts off the music.
“Do you have an answer for me, Jax?”
He doesn’t answer, instead he slowly turns his head towards her and spits at the ground in front of her.
The little devil looks to the spit and slowly backs up to Jax, “That’s fine.
” She moves quickly, like a blur of light, and before we’ve even connected the dots of movement, she has already cut off his thumb.
He yells with gritted teeth, eyes swelling up with tears that never fall. “Would you like to answer me now?” she asks.
“It was Somatomax.” he grits out. “Just enough to get you a little sick and fall asleep,” he explains. She turns to Max to make sure he heard the information and moves onto her next question.
“Great, thanks. Now I really don’t want to get more blood on my pretty dress, so will you be more forthcoming?” She asks him in a condescending tone, making both Brandon and I snort. Dean has yet to react at all, as usual. You’d think he was sitting here watching paint dry.
Jax nods and the little devil continues, “What did the Cambions offer you to cross us?”
Hearing her refer to us as a unified group makes my cock harden in my pants. Us. She has started to see herself as one of us. This is great news, because that means maybe, just maybe, we can all have the same woman, and it’ll bring us all even closer. Solidifying us together for life.
Jax never answers that question. It’s clear that he won’t give it up.
It’s the only other question we needed answered, other than knowing who exactly leads the Cambions.
We just need to know what he was offered to betray us.
The drug question was to verify what we already knew.
He had been stealing from our supply and distributing it to the Cambions and using the drug to lure more skin for the trade.
The lack of answers wasn’t due to the little devil's tactics. She got more twisted than I have in some scenarios. I’m currently looking at a fingerless, toeless, tongueless slab of meat on my table.
She did not carve her sparrow symbol in his palm so as to not risk giving away her identity after people saw them together tonight. Smart little devil.
She did a good job, and watching her work was like art in motion.
We went through fourteen different songs and even resorted to water-boarding after she had removed all his fingers.
When the rag fell off, she took a staple gun and stapled the rag into his face to hold it in place.
Nothing was working. After she removed his toes, she took his tongue since he decided he didn't want to speak, and currently she is sewing his lips together.
The others couldn’t watch anymore after she had ripped the rag off of his face and the staples took out chunks of his flesh. I stayed, completely hypnotized. She was crafted specifically for me, and Brandon was right when he said the little devil was our own personal brand of crazy.
She fit so seamlessly tonight, and after coming for me in the limo, she sealed her fate. She isn’t going anywhere. She is officially ours whether she recognizes that or not, she is a Karma.