I stare at the back of his head, and he finally turns, but not to face us, not to face the victims’ families, to face her.
He blocks us out as if we mean nothing to him, like we’re invisible.
I sharpen my gaze on the sly fucker and his little bitch of a sister. I’m sure he was good-looking before we paid some of our associates to rough him up, and yet, he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by his broken nose or swollen face. His lip twitches at the corner of his mouth, and when he speaks, I hear every word despite the noise and chaos around me.
“Remember what I told you. Remember my promise,” he says to her, and she nods without emotion.
The prison officers lead him out, and with each step he takes, my answers get farther away.
When I turn my attention back to the woman, she’s on her way out of the courtroom, with the guard dog right behind her.
“Killa, whatever you’re thinking, man. Don’t do it,” Warrior groans.
“I’m thinking I want answers, brother.” I stare at the door as it closes behind them. “Yeah, I want answers, and I’m going to make that bitch pay for their twisted sins.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He palms his face, getting to his feet, and I stand.
A fire has been lit inside me. Only this time, it will rage until I destroy every living creature associated with Benjamin Charles.
Every damn one.
And I’m going to enjoy each second of doing it, starting with her.
KILLA
FIVE MONTHS LATER …
Jenna bounces on my cock, but her enhanced tits barely move, her face is caked in makeup, and I’m not a single second closer to coming than I was almost two hours ago. The sounds she makes are porn-worthy, and her efforts deserve another orgasm, but I’m not interested in providing one.
Her pussy is basically bone dry, rubbing my dick raw through the latex condom, and it sure as fuck doesn’t make this pleasurable. I eye the empty bottle of lube on the floor, contemplating grabbing another from mydresser.
Let’s face it, she ain’t doing it for me.
Not a damn one of these girls is doing it for me.
All I can think about is the pretty little blonde, all innocent looking, meek and mild. How I’d wrap my fingers around her slender neck and choke the living fuck out of her while I come deep inside her—without a condom, without the lube. Just with all my hate.
Punish her for being his sister. For being alive when I feel so lifeless inside.
A garbled sound comes from Jenna, and I loosen my hand, realizing I applied too much pressure to her throat. “What the fuck, Killa?” She knocks my hand away and climbs off my cock with a grumble reverberating from her chest.
I watch with amusement as she picks up her short-as-fuck skirt and little crop top that doesn’t cover her tits even the slightest. We’re both aware there’s no point in her wearing clothes, and yet, for some reason, she’s making a show of pulling them on while muttering bullshit and clucking her tongue.
“We’ve been at this for hours. And now you wanna choke me out. Ain’t gonna happen, Killa.” Her eyes widen, and I drop my head back on the pillow. It’s too damn early for bitching.
“You’re a club whore, darlin’.”
She spins on her bare feet, her arms crossed over her chest, and her lips twist into a pitiful pout. Her makeup is smeared across her face, her hair mussed—the just-fucked look well and truly in place. Still, my cock is soft, and the condom slides off with little assistance from me. I tie it anyway and drop it in the trash can beside my bed.
“I don’t enjoy being choked out!”
I roll my eyes. Everyone knows she’s alright withbeing choked out. Just as long as it’s Venom who does it to her. Instead of pointing that out, I chuckle, grab the blunt from my dresser, and spark it up. Inhaling the club’s product, I relish the tension drifting away with each puff.
“You still here?” I tilt my head in the direction of the door.
She grimaces, and rather than wearing the pitiful expression that was there moments ago, her eyes narrow and her lips flatten as she straightens her shoulders. “Well, you almost choked me out”—she taps her foot on the hardwood floor—“and I need some cash for a dress I saw downtown.”
I snort; there’s no way in hell I’m giving this bitch a dime. We pay enough to have them around in the first place; if she can’t manage her money, that’s on her.
