ELEVEN
Nyx
At the same time, the stabbing pain I felt all those years ago when I learned of her first betrayal had comeonfull force. I wanted to punish her. I wanted to take her and humiliate her while degrading the fuck out of her for everything she had put me through.
Saraya made me into a heartless monster who will never again love another.
As one of the Heirs and the head of the Beckam family, to which she belongs, I have full authority over her.
The old me would let her live her life the way she wanted, but as I said, she made me this way, and now she will have to live with it.
After last night's stunt at the club and now her tardiness, my hand is itching to redden a particular body part of my dear stepsister.
Sarayadoesn'trealize what it took for me not to do it in front of everyone at the club.
For some odd reason, I didn't want anyone seeing her like that.
I know; I'm fucked in the head. I want to humiliate her and degrade her, yet I don't want anyone seeing her like that .
A knock on my office door brings me back to the present, and I expect to find Raya standing there, but instead, it's Adrik. Smirking, he slowly wanders in with his hands in his pockets.
"Well, someone looks like they woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"Don't."
"Don't what? I'm only calling it how I see it."
I lean back in my chair and scrub my hand down my face. "Sorry, Raya…"
"Ah, no need to explain."My friend chuckles. "You need to fuck her and get it over with."
"Oh, that's exactly what I will do, but not until I make sure she is chained to me. I'm taking your advice, and I'm going to marry the conniving bitch."
Adrik grins wickedly.
"What's with the grin?"
"Nothing. It's just that things will get very interesting around here."
"Yeah, well, stick around because it's going to get very interesting here as soon as she gets her little ass in my office. She's already late,"I tell my friend with a scowl.
Adrik raises his brows. "Uh, you might be waiting for a while."
"Why is that?"
"Because your future wife left about twenty minutes ago with Mika Tomlin. I saw them walking out the door just as Iwas comingfrom my wing."
There are no words to describe thekind ofrage that begins to burn through my veins.
I swipe everything off the surface of my desk before leaning my knuckles on it and bowing my head.
I need to get a hold of myself before I go off half-cocked.
I have never felt so unhinged in all these years.
Then, that woman shows up, and my control goes all to hell.
"Well, I was going to ask you if you know our little devil's whereabouts, but I think you may be better off handling this one."My friend sits on the corner of my desk as he crosses his arms.
"What is it? Please say it will allow me to use my fucking hands because I can use a solid punching bag at the moment,"I grind out.
"My guys caught the perp who's been going around and killing those women,"Adrik states.
"Arlo and Charlie caught him red-handed early this morning.
They decided to do a drive-by at the fucker's old burial ground.
Apparently, he thought that it's been a long enough time and figured he'd bury his newest victim. "
"Motherfucker. I am so ready to deal with that fuckface,"I tell him and push off my desk.
Adrik stops me from moving past him and hands me his phone. "You may want to see this before you go to him,"he says.
I take it and hit play. Thankfully, Adrik's men have the infrared app on their phones to record at night. Then again, what I start watching isn't something anyone would want to see.
"Is he?"
"Yep,"Adrik says, popping the p .
"That sick son of a bitch! How old was this one?"
"Arlo is checking on it, but she can't be older than nineteenifeven that."
This fucker needs to die a slow, agonizing death.
As much as I would love to be the one to do it, I know I'd be too quick.
No, this is a job for Amara, but I'lldefinitelyget it started as I take out my frustrations over Raya.
Not only is this guy killing innocent women in our town, but we can also now add necrophilia to his list of crimes. Amara will be thrilled about this one.
"I can do this all…day…long!"I say to the bastard.
On our way to the warehouse, Adrik's man, Arlo, got back to him about the victim. The poor girl had gone out with friends to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. She was just a fucking baby, and this piece of shit snuffed the life out of her and then violated her.
My fist pounds away at his face, ripping my knuckles open on his teeth, but I don't feel a thing.
Between visions of what Saraya may be doing with Mika and then the memory of what I saw in the video of this fuckface, I'm relentless.
I'm not trying to kill him; he doesn't get a quick death, but he will feel my wrath before Amara takes over.
Speaking of our little devil, her singsong voice rings out through the empty space of the warehouse. Adrik and I go to the door. Peering out of the back room, we see Mara walking toward the room with the incinerator.
"This way, boys—chop, chop!"She raises her hands above her head and claps .
Tucker, Arlo, and Charlie are dragging what I believe is a woodchipper across the warehouse. Tucker glares at me, and my mouth twitches.
"What does our girl have up her sleeve this time? Do we even want to know?"Adrik glances at me.
"I'm not sure, but I'm definitely intrigued."
Adrik and I start walking across the empty space when a commotiontakes place just outside. I hear a familiar voice cursing like a sailor.The grin that appears on my facemay bejust a bitcynical.
I had Cale go after my little lamb and bring her back here as soon as he found her.
"Is it a good idea to have her see this?"My friend cocks a brow.
"It will be fine, trust me."
"Let me go, fucker!"Saraya swears as Cale drags her into the warehouse, and she tries to pry his hands off her. When she looks up and sees me, she starts in once more, "Did you send your lap dog to come and kidnap me?"
"Don't be ridiculous; you're not a kid anymore, so technically, it can't be kidnapping,"I muse.
"What the fuck, Nyx? What is the meaning of this?"
"Well, since you so sneakily ditched our meeting this morning, I had no choice but to have my guy go and fetch you."
"Oh shit! I totally forgot about our meeting. I'm sorry—it was an honest mistake—you didn't have to go to this length. A simple phone call would have sufficed."
"Tell me, Lil' Sis, would you have come home had I called?"
"Well, I wouldn't have been rude and left the person I was out with—"
"You mean Mika. You were out with Mika Tomlin…"
"Well, yes. So what if I was? What difference does it make?"
I walk up to her slowly and caress my bloody fingers down her cheek, streaking her blemish-free skin with the blood of a necrophiliac killer. She tries jerking away, but I grip her chin. I glare hatefully into her doe-like eyes because I hate how my body reacts to her every time she's close to me.
"If you give a damn about his life, then I highly suggest you stay the fuck away from him."
"You can't tell me who I can spend time with, Nyx…"
"Can't I? I fucking own you, Saraya. You came to me , remember?"
"That doesn't mean you own me! "
Moving my lips to her ear, I lower my voice to a low-gravelly tone, and respond, "Fucking bet me."
Then, as gently as possible, I press my lips against her cheek. I release her chin and take a step back. I can see that I've shocked her; hell, I've shocked myself, but I don't have time to think about it.
"Follow me, Raya."
"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what I'm doing here,"she retorts.
I stop walking, but I don't turn around. Instead, I look to the side and then down, giving my stepsister one warning, "You can either follow me or Cale can bring you. It's your choice, but you will come with me either way."
I start for the room where the guys brought the machinery and see that Arlo and Charlie arenowdragging our special guest to the same room.
I hear Raya start cursing and knowthat shetook the latter route, and Cale is nowdraggingher behind me.
A slow grin creeps onto my face. Oh,just wait until you see what I have in store for you, Lil' Sis.
I step to the side as soon as I enter the room to see Saraya's reaction when she enters.
She doesn't disappoint when she finally notices the scene before her.
Her forehead wrinkles as she wonders what she's looking at.
When her eyes land on the bloody man restrained by chains against the wall, they widen in shock, and then she snaps her head in my direction.
"W-what's going on, Nyx?"
"Well, you see, Saraya, you've been gone for a long time—years, as a matter of fact. Many things have changed, especially now that the Heirs have stepped up to run this town."
Her gaze flickers to Amara, who now stands beside Mr. Corpse Fucker, and her next question showcases a bit of jealousy. "What is she doing here? She isn't an Heir; she's just the help."
I raise my brow, slightly surprised at the prejudiced comment.
I, too, glance at Mara and then smile at how she just stands there, not taking offense to Raya's words.
Although she isn't the help as Raya so graciously tries to remind us, Amara knows her place within our circle, and she's proud of it.
Walking over to her, I lift Raya's chin and smile as I say, "Green really isn't a good color on you, Saraya. "
She scoffs and jerks her head out of my loose grip. "I am far from jealous. You're all worried about me sullying the family name, yet you keep Amara around who we all know can't keep her legs closed."
"That's because Big Brother loves it when I keep them open for him."Mara gives a throaty laugh, then winks at Raya. "Nyx, Adrik, Cray, and Zilas all love their Mara time. They have ever since they gave me their V-cards."
Saraya's head snaps back to me and I see the hurt in her eyes. I feel a slight ache, but I quickly push it away. I will not feel bad for giving myself to Mara after what she did to me. Raya not only hurt me, but she hurt Mara, her best friend, when she left the way she did.
"That's enough talk. I want to get this over with."I announce as I turn toward Mara, "I want Saraya to help you. She needs to learn how we clean up the town of Nyte from its filth."
"Wait, what do you want me to do?"The look on Raya's face is priceless as she begins to understand why she's here.
"You have the easy part, Lil' Sis. Amara will cut the prisoner up, piece by piece, and you will throw each part into the chipper, which will then spit out the remains into the incinerator."
A look of horror appears on her beautiful face as her head shakes vigorously back and forth. She can't take her eyes off the corpse fucker as she does so.
"Like fucking hell, I will!"