She’s probably sore, but I don’t let up. I push deeper until we’re one.
My mouth hovers over hers, and it would be so easy to kiss her. So easy to cross this line and hand myself over.
Instead, I grab her wrists and pin her hands overhead, burying my face in her neck so I don’t have to face her disappointment.
She’s going to ruin me all over again. She already has.
19
Chaos
There’s only one thingthat is a close second to the pleasure of sex, and that’s walking into the Shack and seeing someone tied to the chair in the center, still untouched. Ready to be broken and bled.
It has my blood pumping. My fists clenching. My heartbeat hammering between my temples.
Ghost looks even angrier beside me, as if that’s possible. But they slipped through his security grid last night, and he’s been beating himself up about it ever since. Apparently, whoever breached the compound had tech better than ours, which is really fucking rare. It means they’re backed by money. Lots of it.
I walk to the center of the room and stop in front of the guy I’ve been told goes by the name Elijah. Venom managed to get that much out of him without having to inflict too much pain. And once he did, he followed Steel’sorder not to do anything else to him last night. He wanted us all to be here for this.
“You fucked up.” I jab the handle of my knife under Elijah’s chin, forcing him to look up at me. “Prez is already in a bad fucking mood lately with his old lady having a rough pregnancy. And you decide to storm his fucking compound and kill our brothers?” I shake my head, the excitement in my grin offering nothing but the promise of pain. “You should have begged your own men to end it before they left you.”
His jaw clenches as he tries not to show fear, but it bleeds through his gaze. This isn’t going to go well for him, and he knows it.
“Chaos.” Steel steps through the door to the Shack.
I glance over at him. “Just making my introductions.”
Leaving Elijah in his piss and fear, I walk to meet my brothers by the wall of instruments. Steel is at the center, deciding which one to choose. Usually, he sticks to his fists because he likes the personal touch. But today, he’s angry. And when he’s angry, he enjoys getting creative.
Legacy, Havoc, and Ghost stand at one side of Steel, while Soul and I are at the other. It’s just the ranked members for this, while the rest of our brothers prepare for Wick and Mayhem’s funerals tomorrow.
Soul leans in while we wait for Steel to choose how he’s going to make Elijah suffer. “How much of my house am I going to have to disinfect after last night?”
“All of it.” I grin, and he grimaces. “Don’t pretend to give a shit. You’re never there.”
“You’re right about that.” He chuckles, not actually caring as he turns to Steel. “What’s it going to be, Prez?”
A hundred blades hang on the wall in front of us, and Steel reaches for a clear plastic bag.
“No. Wait.” Elijah starts squirming against the chains as Steel circles behind him.
“I told you. Short temper lately.” I grin, crossing my arms over my chest as Steel slides the bag over Elijah’s head and tightens it at his neck.
Elijah starts wiggling harder, but he can’t break free with how he’s tied down. The bag sucks into his mouth as he searches for air. His screams are muted by the suffocation as his eyes bug out. He’s bright red when Steel rips the bag off his head. Still choking for air as Steel grabs his hair and holds his head back.
Havoc walks over and pours water over Elijah’s face, forcing him to choke down water as he tries to catch his breath.
Desperation is a satisfying sound. Almost as beautiful as Willa’s pretty moans when she finally gives in. There’s something peaceful about having someone submit.
Elijah is still choking for air when Steel seals the bag over his head again. His nails dig into the arms of the chair so hard that one chips. He kicks against the chains. And this time, when the bag is gone, and Havoc pours water over him, he starts to vomit it back up.
Steel releases his head, and Havoc stands out of the way as Elijah pukes all over himself. His jeans are wet from water and piss, and it’s starting to smell.
It probably should bother me. But I grew up in butcher houses and shoveling horse shit. I was there when my stepdad brought guys to the barn out back and made them disappear. I’ve seen and done things that would make even a sick man’s stomach turn.
Mine doesn’t so much as clench.
I watch as Steel repeats the process again and again. Still not asking a single question.
