THREE
Nyx
"Is he still alive?" I ask Cale as we walk down the long corridor to the unused warehouse in the packing district.
We usually take care of this kind of business at the club, but this is a special occasion I will be happy to dirty my hands with.
Amara won't be working alone this time around.
Nobody fucking touches my property. I may not be fucking her, but she is still a Beckam by marriage, hence my fucking property.
"Yeah, but unless you want him to die quickly, I suggest not draining any blood from him this time. Let him heal a few more days, then you can have your fun," my guy says.
"Oh, he's going to wish for a quick death," I mutter as I look over at my partner in crime. "Isn't that right, little devil?"
Amara is strapped as always, never leaving the Hall without her knives and Glock.
She carries a bag draped over her shoulder tonight, making me wonder what kind of toys she's brought with her this time.
For a short little shit, Amara Nichols packs a mighty punch; no one ever sees her coming, and that's what makes her our deadliest weapon.
Her smirk says it all. "Ain't that the fucking truth."
Cale opens the last set of doors to the room where Officer Kenneth McNally lies cuffed and chained to a bed with an IV bag attached and a nurse sitting at his bedside.
Okay, so the nurse works for us. She does what we need her to do, and she and her family live a very comfortable life with the protection of the Gods of Nyte's Hall.
"Good morning, Mr. Beckam, Ms. Nichols…" Sasha greets .
"Morning…" I reply while examining the patient.
"Morning, pretty thing," Amara responds. "Are you ready to try out greener pastures yet?"
Amara is what you call a pansexual; it doesn't matter the sex of the person, but whether she is attracted to them. Amara has been panting over Nurse Sasha since she started working for us. The nurse takes it all in stride.
Chuckling, she pats the little devil on the shoulder. "Sorry, but I'm enjoying the pasture I'm in now. If I ever decide to try something new, you will be the first to know."
I hide my grin at their banter and then get serious when Amara joins me at Ken's bedside, sighing. "So, what's the plan if we aren't drawing blood?" She sounds slightly disappointed with this news, but there are other ways to have fun. She's very creative when she needs to be.
"Well, I guess we find out what he can withstand in his current condition. We may only be able to create fear in him…"
"What the fuck…"
I stop her rant by holding up my hand. "Let's find out before getting pissy." I smirk down at her.
Taking hold of the fucker's pointer finger, I bring it all the way back, nice and slowly, until he wakes up screaming. I don't stop until I hear the snap, and then let go, leaving it at the odd angle. His scream is music to my ears; I miss getting my hands dirty.
"ARGH!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up already, will you?" I say, bored. "Did you care when my sister cried out whenever you hurt her?"
Recognition of my words clicks with him, and he blinks rapidly until his dark, beady eyes focus on me. They widen once he realizes who it is that he's dealing with.
"Phoenyx…" he rasps in a weak voice.
"It's Mr. fucking Beckam to you motherfucker!" I snarl.
He has the gall to dismiss my anger and proceeds to try and place blame on Saraya by saying, "I want to press attempted murder charges on my wife," he enunciates.
I find his words amusing—cute, really—and I snicker. "Wow, so are you saying that she choked herself? Is she the one that threw herself against the China cabinet and put that gash in her head?"
"Yes! That bitch is crazy, and I want her locked up! "
I crack my knuckles as I glare at the little pussy.
He isn't the brightest crayon in the box if he's telling me to lock my own family up.
I'm going to have to remind him just who the fuck I am.
Amara is biting at the bit, so I give her a subtle nod, and she claps her hands excitedly before opening her little black bag.
Holding something up to Sasha for approval, the nurse shrugs and then nods before our little devil swings back around and shows me her favorite portable machine. I can't help but laugh at the glint in her eyes as she rips the blanket away from my brother-in-law's body.
"What the fuck? What is she doing?" Ken tries moving away but soon realizes he can't.
"Well, you see, Kenneth. You've lost quite a bit of blood due to my sister's self-defense methods, so we can't torture you the way we want—yet."
"Self-defense my ass!" he cries out. "That whore—"
My hand snakes out and wraps itself around his neck. "I suggest you watch your fucking mouth where Saraya is concerned," I sneer.
"S-she's my w-wife. I can call her a w-whore if I want."
"No, Ken, you can't."
"What's it to you? She's only your bastard stepsister; she came from nothing…"
I grin cynically. "You're right, Ken." I bring my face closer to his. "But she still isn't your whore. Do you want to know why?"
He says nothing as he tries swallowing past my grip on his throat.
His face is only a tinge red, but that's more from anger than anything.
I move my mouth just a hair's breadth from his ear as I say, "Because Saraya is my whore now.
I have a lot of time to make up for and I'm going to do things to her that will make even the devil himself blush. "
"She's your sister, you sick fuck!" Ken squeaks as I put a little more pressure on his throat.
" Stepsister ," I correct him. "And she was mine long before she was ever yours."
"I did you a favor by fucking that tight little cunt. You would have been the laughingstock of the town…"
I see red at his words. "This is my fucking town! Nobody would dare laugh at anything I do, but they would frown at what you have done. Lucky for you, they'll never find out because you'll never see another soul again. "
I nod at Amara, and Ken finally remembers that she's there. The fright in his eyes when they land on her makes me laugh. It's the norm whenever one of us Heirs brings our little devil along. Anyone on the wrong side of the law knows what it means when Amara joins us, even law enforcement.
"Please, whatever you're thinking, don't do it! I'll divorce the bitch—hell, I'll give her to you. You have my permission to do whatever you want with her!" Ken pleads.
I look at Amara and lift my brow as I ask, "Does that sound like someone who's in the skin trade to you?"
"It sure does, Nyx."
"What? No! You took that wrong…"
"Did I? It sounded to me that you were willing to give my sister to me to use and abuse. You know, like what you've been doing all these years."
"I just want to keep my life, that's all. I'll give you whatever you want, Phoenyx…Mr. Beckam!"
"Well, I can certainly say, without a doubt, that will not happen." I tell him, "You see, you've wronged my family by abusing one of its members, and now you'll pay the price." I glance at the prongs my little helper has in her hands and give her the go-ahead. "Mara…"
Keeping my eyes on my brother-in-law, I watch him try to buck, forgetting that he's been stabbed over twenty times and crying out from the pain.
His cries cut off, and his body seizes as Amara turns on her little machine, sending electrical charges pulsing through his body.
Knowing Mara, she went straight to the highest setting and now just sits there watching the results.
"Mara…we aren't killing him yet, remember that."
"Oh shit—my bad." She turns the nob back the other way, and Ken lies there, momentarily incapacitated.
"Please stop," he whispers.
"Did Saraya say those same words, or were your hands too tight around her throat?" I ask him, and when he remains quiet, I nod at Amara again.
The same results happen, but Amara remembers to shut it down this time.
She's had her fun with this little toy, and now removes it, but she's far from done torturing him.
Once she has her little machine put away, she pulls out a rolled-up cloth and, in the nicest voice possible, asks, "Have you ever been sounded, Mr. McNally? "
I choke on my laughter when I see the surgical steel and silicone rods all lined up once the cloth is unrolled.
I also wince when the thought of what that means for my brother-in-law hits me, not that I feel sorry for him, I just don't want to be in his shoes.
However, Ken's outburst over the next torture session has me bending yet another finger back until it snaps.
"You will treat Ms. Nichols with respect and like a fucking lady while in her presence. Do you understand me?"
"That psycho isn't coming near my dick with those rods!"
I snicker. "I don't think you have much choice, Ken."
Grabbing another finger, I break it quickly, then step away and address Amara, "As much as I would love to watch your little play session, I have a few things to do.
" I approach her and grab the back of her head, pressing my lips to her forehead.
"Have fun and make it hurt. I'll see you back at the Hall later, little devil. "
Giving me her sultry smile, she winks and says, "See you later, Nyx." I walk toward the door when she turns to Ken and says, "Finally, some alone time. Let's have some fun."
"Nyx, what are you doing here so early?" Zilas asks as I walk into the Club Unholy office.
"I stopped and paid a visit to my lovely brother-in-law and figured I'd stop in here to check out the schedule for the next two nights." I had a nice chat with my friend last night after Saraya took off in a hurry. We discussed my sister's little issue, and I gave him an update on my plans.
The plan is a simple one, Saraya will come work at the club until I figure shit out.
We all pull our weight here, and she will be no different.
If she wants my protection, she will do as I tell her.
I wasn't lying when I told Ken that she was now my whore.
Although she won't fuck anybody without my permission, and I won't touch her until I'm ready… if I'm ever ready.
I have a lot of animosity toward Saraya, and no matter how badly my cock wants inside her, I will hold off until I'm ready to have her. Thoughts of the past creep into my head, and I have to shake them off. I don't have time to dwell on that shit now.
"Why the next two nights?" Zilas asks.
"Well, I want to give my little sister my full attention while training her to wait on the club's customers." I grin.
Zilas coughs out a laugh. "She will never wear the mandatory uniform. "
I shrug. "It's either that or house submissive, and I rather doubt she will go for the latter."
"You're cruel, you know that?" My friend chuckles.
"You haven't seen cruel yet. Saraya will learn her place quickly here at the club and at Nyte's Hall," I tell him.
"What about in your bed?" Zilas sits back and watches me carefully with a smug look.
I shrug again. "That depends on whether she can redeem herself."
I lie right to one of my best friends. I already know that my stepsister will end up in my bed, and my cock will be so deep inside of her that she won't be able to walk for days afterward.
Thankfully, I don't have to tell Zilas to drop the subject because he does it all on his own as he gives me a heads-up on another issue.
"We need to have a little meeting before Friday," he states.
"What's Friday?" I ask, trying to think back to see if I need to remember anything.
"Jarod and Jax want to meet with all four of us. They say they have a proposal that we won't want to miss."
"Unless it has to do with them moving their drugs out of our town for good, I don't want to hear it." I look in the books at the schedule and then turn toward the door, but Zilas's next words stop me.
"They say they have hard proof that your parents were murdered." My friend sighs, knowing that this will change my former response.
"Fine," I grind out through clenched teeth. "Tell them four o'clock on the dot tomorrow, and not to be late." I then storm out of the office and out of Club Unholy, pissed off.