“Wait... no way. No fucking way. Holy shit!”
Our wife sprints around the car, which is a 1985 Iroc-Z Camaro, with all original parts. It's in cherry condition and looks like it just rolled off the showroom floor. It's painted in glitter red, with a black stripe along each side. The interior is filled with black leather. Everything is all-original, including a spotless tape deck. We did add some extra Bose speakers in the trunk; Pazessca loves to blast her music.
“Can I see inside?” she asks.
“I can do better than that,” I say, tossing her the keys. “It’s a wedding gift, from all of us.”
“You got me my dream car?” Pazessca screeches. “Trikk, you devil. You told them, thank you.”
She runs to Trikk, tossing herself into his arms. “I assume you’ll teach me how to drive? Finally?”
“Absolutely, Bambi. My pleasure.”
“Hey now,” Harris complains. ‘I’m the best choice for a driving instructor.”
Pazessca tosses her head back in delight, laughing at Harris’s expression. She runs to each of us, thanking us with hugs and kisses.
I get her attention, and without warning, I scoop her up into my arms.
We all move to the door that lets us inside.
“What are you doing?” Pazessca asks.
“Carrying my bride across the threshold of our new home,” I answer, and she sighs in pleasure.
Phoenyxx
I am positively giddy, pure happiness lighting up every cell inside me. I'm married to eight amazing, psychotic, and beautifully flawed men.
How lucky am I?
Synn carries me inside, then places me on my feet. “Want a tour, Baby Girl?”
“Hell yes,” I answer.
We walk through the huge house, with me oohing over each room they show me. It's just so stunning.
They thought of every tiny detail, making it the picture-perfect house of my dreams.
When we get to the bedrooms, I squeal in delight at the sight of the massive bed.
I waggle my brows at my guys, but Frost says, “Not yet, naughty Killer. We have one more level to show you.”
We file back downstairs, moving through yet another door that leads down. I smile to myself when I realize I no longer fear areas like this. I took it the fuck back.
When we enter the torture room, I yell in delight, fist pumping.
“I have a perfect idea of what to use this for,” I say to my husbands. “Ghost, Purge—what do you think of using this space to bring sick fucks to die? With my new power as the Rossi heir, I want to sate my bloodlust by finding pedophiles, rapists, and abusers, and bring them here to pay for their crimes. Ghost, you can create your art, and Purge, you can Rage Out.”
I've actually been thinking about this idea since accepting the position. I haven’t had a chance to mention it, until now.
“It’s fucking perfect for that,” Ghost whispers, his voice heavy with his darkness. I shiver in arousal.
“It’s the best place to feed my demons,” Purge tells me, hitting me with an evil grin.
My pussy floods, loving seeing my guys unhinged. I squirm in my tight dress, suddenly wanting it off.
“Thank you for everything, my loves. You have changed my life and made all my dreams come true. I love you all so much, my husbands,” I say to them.
