FORTY-THREE
Saraya
"Wake up, little lamb. Your lion comes bearing gifts for you."
The hypnotic baritone voice that seems to hit every nerve going straight to my core has my eyelids fluttering, as well as my stomach. I love the sound of Nyx's voice when he speaks softly. I doubt he knows the effect he has when he does so, but I won't be the one to tell him.
"Mm, a sexy asshole bearing gifts? I'm not sure I want to know what said gifts are," I tease, turning and giving him my back.
"Why, you little…" He pokes me in the side where he knows I'm ticklish. "You have three seconds to get out of this bed, or else you forfeit the two gifts I have nicely wrapped up for you and placed at the warehouse."
My eyes snap open at the mention of the location. Turning, I gawk at Nyx. "Pike is at the warehouse?"
Grinning, Nyx nods. "And the motherfucker that tried taking you away from me."
How I'm so excited over this is beyond me. When did I lose my morals? I'm looking forward to ending the life of two men—two evil men—but men all the same.
Jesus, I'm going to hell, but hey, at least Nyx will be right there with me.
"Oh, my God, what are we going to do with them?" I ask as I slip out of bed.
I don't care that I'm nude as I walk to the bathroom and turn on the shower.
I love doing so when Nyx is around because it turns him on.
When I glance back, Nyx is leaning against the door frame.
He looks sexy as hell in his dark gray suit.
The top few buttons on his black dress shirt are undone, letting the ink on his chest peek through.
"You're drooling all over the place, little lamb," he says, smirking. "As for your question, we can do anything your little heart desires."
He pushes away from the doorway and slowly strolls towards me. I'm mesmerized by the sheer sex appeal he exudes in everything he does. I never had a chance of getting away from him. Something always kept me from leaving; now, I'm grateful for it.
"You want me to come up with how we're going to end their lives?" I question, worriedly.
The beautiful man stops in front of me, and using his thumb, he softly runs it over my bottom lip, caressing it as he nods.
He slides his hand behind my neck and grips my hair, bringing my face inches from his.
I gasp at the sudden jolt that shoots through my center as his gray gaze studies every inch of my face.
"It's your gift, little lamb, so it's your decision. I'm hard just thinking about what you'll come up with."
"That's so wrong. You know that, right?"
His full lips tilt up on one side. "Everything about me is wrong, baby. That's what makes me so right for you."
Well fuck…
"Phoenyx?"
"Yes, Saraya?"
"Will you hurry up and kiss me?" I ask in frustration.
The smile that he knows makes me wet appears, and I see the gleam in his eye. "There's no time for that, baby. Now, get your dirty self into that shower so I can take you to your presents. You smell like my personal whore house."
He slaps my ass before spinning and walking out on me. I'm left with my mouth hanging open, staring after him in disbelief. He did not just do that! Narrowing my eyes at the doorway he just went through; I then turn and get into the shower.
After a quick wash down, I lift my leg onto the small built-in bench and bring my hand between my legs.
Closing my eyes, I think about him —my arrogant stepbrother-turned-fiancé—and all the things he does to not only my body but my mind, too.
It doesn't take me long to come all over my fingers when I was already halfway there, no thanks to Nyx .
Making quick work of it, I dry off, throw the towel in the hamper, and walk out. I hadn't washed my hair, so I don't have to wait for it to dry. It's just thrown up into a messy bun.
Nyx is sitting in the armchair by the balcony doors, and I can't resist sliding my finger under his nose as I walk past him. His head snaps in my direction.
"Little lamb…" he says, his tone a warning.
"Hm?"
I rummage through the dresser's top drawer, where I stored some of my clothes. When I can't find any of my panties, I say fuck it, it's not like they'll stay on anyway . I close the drawer, going to the next one down to grab some leggings.
Nyx is behind me instantly, blocking me from getting dressed.
I feel the warmth of his hard body against my back, and the bulge poking at my ass proves that he's not unaffected.
I don't realize I'm taking quick, shallow breaths when he grips my hand and brings my fingers to his nose.
I suck in a lung full of air and hold it.
"Tell me, little lamb, why do your fingers smell like my cunt?"
Keeping my smirk hidden, I reply, "Because I fucked myself with them. Why else would they smell like your pussy?"
"Did I give you permission to touch what's mine?"
I shrug. "Apparently not, but hey, if it bothers you that much, then I'll just keep my hands on what's mine from now on."
"Yes, you do that…"
I reach behind me and cup his bulge, massaging it through his pants. "Aw, it feels like my cock needs some TLC."
He groans and pushes into my palm.
I pull my hand away and duck under his arm to free myself. "Too bad there's no time right now."
There's a low rumble that sounds like a growl behind me.
I look back while pulling my leggings on, and Nyx still stands where I left him, his head tilted back with his eyes closed.
He wears a tight smile and has his hands balled into fists.
Do I feel bad that I'm leaving him hanging like that?
Of course, but a lesson needs to be learned.
Phoenyx Beckam is too used to having his way, and it's about time someone breaks him of that habit. Who better to do it than me?
When we enter, the warehouse is dark. The way the Heirs keep it looking old and dilapidated gives off a creepy vibe, but that's only in the central area. All the rooms behind closed doors are updated and in working order for whatever the Gods and Mara must do.
The Gods—Jesus, they really are in this town.
I've seen how people respect them, even when there is a bit of fear in their eyes.
Just look at what they can do without others knowing.
There's no telling how many people they've killed.
Granted, Mara takes care of most of them, but the Heirs also have some blood staining their hands.
I get it; they aren't the Mafia—not really.
They kill the bad guys, blah, blah, blah.
Killing is killing—and now I can add myself to their little club.
I won't lie; I'm ashamed that I get a little joy in getting rid of the trash.
It's almost like a high, knowing that their life was in my hands, and I chose to end it as payback for all the victims they've wronged.
I wish I could have been the one to end my stepfather, Layton, and that rapist son of a bitch, Stanton.
I don't know how Stanton died, but I hope it was a painful death.
I guess burning to death is a gruesome way to go, so at least I can get a little bit of gratification in Layton's death.
I hate that my mother was involved; then again, she did nothing when my stepfather married me off to Kenneth.
Nyx takes hold of my hand as we walk down a long corridor. I have yet to go to this part of the warehouse. Goosebumps break out across my skin, but I'm unsure whether it's due to the creepy vibes or the anticipation of ridding this world of more filth.
Nyx replayed everything that went down with the South Crew on the drive over.
I'm astonished that I slept the whole time they were gone.
Then again, the multiple orgasms Nyx made me have would've made any woman sleep as long as I did.
Initially, I was upset that he had planned it that way, knowing I would try and come, but I know it was best that I stayed behind, so I let it go.
"Who's all here?" I ask when I hear muffled voices coming from the direction that we are walking in.
"The whole gang is here, little one. You forget that we all have a stake in Club Unholy. Why wouldn't we want to be here to watch you deliver the punishment? "
"You're serious about having me decide how to carry it out?"
"Of course! They tried to take your life, Raya—tried to take you from me!" Nyx stops and roughly yanks me against his chest. Cupping my cheek, his gray orbs burn into mine as he vehemently states, "No one will ever take you from me again."
Nyx's mouth collides with mine, showing me how much he means what he says. The feelings behind the kiss floor me, making me feel like I'm walking in the clouds. My heart pounds violently as stars begin to dance in my vision. It's just a kiss, yet it's so much more.
When he draws back, taking his lips away, mine follow, not wanting the kiss to end. My eyes snap open to see his clouded over. I can't say they are lustful; they're more than that. Raw hunger exudes their depths as they focus on mine, making my entire body tingle.
"You are my fucking life, Saraya. I love you—always remember that."
I'm speechless, so I nod slowly.
I've never seen Nyx in this state. He's told me before that he would burn the world down for me, and I thought that was the most passion I'd get from him, but I was wrong.
This? What he's proclaiming? The intensity behind his every word goes far beyond unchecked passion.
I don't know if there is even a word for it—untamed, maybe?
"I love you, too, Phoenyx." My voice cracks a little with my whispered response.
Pressing his forehead to mine briefly, he kisses it and steps back, retaking my hand. "Come on, they're waiting for us."
After squeezing his large hand with mine, I nod, and we continue down the dark hallway until we come to a cracked door. Nyx pushes it open, and all eyes turn to us. Looking around the room, I smirk.
"What? No woodchipper or incinerator?"
Mara grins and says, "I thought maybe we'd try something else. This room is filled with goodies that you can play with. I'm interested to see just how creative you can be."
"I'm sorry, I'm not as sadistic as you are, little psycho, so forgive me if my creativity isn't up to par with yours." I roll my eyes.
"Damn, little devil! She matches your attitude to a T," Cray muses.
"Eh, she still has a little work to do, but she'll get there," Mara states.
I stare at her, astonished by her compliment. "Does this mean you won't try to ever kill me? "
"Oh, that thought crosses my mind every fucking day. Then I remember the warning my therapist gives me, and I push it to the back of my head until the next time."
"Hm, you actually see a therapist? Wow…” I tease dryly.
"Yeah, you fuck him every night." I catch Mara winking at Nyx, and a laugh bursts free.
"You take advice from Nyx?" I ask, grinning.
"Not so much advice, but I do tend to heed his warnings—when it comes to you, anyway."
"Aw, do you want to know what I think?"
"No."
Mara walks away from our conversation, leaving me grinning from ear to ear. I look at Nyx and say, "I think she likes me just a little."
Nyx laughs. "Of course she does, but she'll never admit it. Take this as a win, little lamb. Your life is safe around the little devil."
I exhale and nod. "Yeah, okay. Can we get this over with now?" I glance at the two other men in the room.
Although he's hanging upside down by chains, I recognize the guy who bombed the club. Beside him is another guy, a bit older and rough-looking. This must be Pike. He's got tattoos littered over his face and neck, and he looks a bit scary. He's glaring at me as if I'm the one who brought him here.
"So nice to meet you, Pike. I'm sorry it has to be under these circumstances, but you see, had you just accepted my refusal and moved on, we wouldn't be here."
The thought of me marrying this man is repugnant to me.
He's got to be in his forties at the very least, but that isn't why I'm turned off by Pike.
Life hasn't been kind to him. Well, it was most likely the drugs.
Joining the tattoos on his face are scars that coincide with heavy use of meth, coke, or heroin—maybe all three.
How could my sperm donor even consider doing this to me, regardless of whether I grew up with him?
Pike's rageful eyes follow my every move, which I find amusing.
Wondering what he has to say for himself has me leaning forward and gripping the end of the duct tape.
I don't do it quickly to lessen the pain.
Instead, I pull it away from his mouth at a leisurely pace.
The grunting sounds from his facial hair being ripped out give me enjoyment.
Nothing I do to this piece of shit will be easy on him .
"Fucking bitch. You should have died in that explosion!" He spits at me, but it misses.
Suddenly, Nyx is beside me, raining punches down on Pike. "You fucking dare disrespect my woman! By the time she's done with you, you're going to wish she had given you a quick death."
A gurgling chuckle comes from the bloody drug lord. "What's the matter, Beckam? Do you always need a woman to do the job for you? Are you that much of a pansy that you can't do it yourself?"
I shove Nyx aside and grip Pike's throat, digging my nails into his flesh.
His arms strain to break free of the bindings, but it's useless.
"This is my vengeance, not his. You put a hit on me, so I'm the one who gets to play.
Haven't you ever heard the saying, Those who kill together, stay together?
Oh, maybe that's just what I say." I shrug.
"It doesn't really matter, but you should know something.
Killing seems to turn me on. You should have seen the way Nyx fucked me right beside where Kappel's body grew cold.
Luckily, there are too many people here to do it again once we rid the world of your pathetic ass. "
The mention of Kappel captures his attention, and the asshole grins, saying, "You would have made for a good whore. At least until I had achieved what I wanted, then I would have given you to my men or shipped your ass overseas."
"I saw his cock, Raya. You definitely dodged that bullet," Mara chuckles from a few feet away.
I turn my head to look at her, then glance down at Pike's crotch. Grimacing, I shove myself away from him. "I'll take your word for it. Now," I spin around and ask, "What toys do we have to play with, little psycho?"
"Finally!" Mara claps her hands excitedly. "Have you ever worked with cement?"