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Everyone would die. And then, when the last breath was taken, I would gather my wife and children, hold them in my arms, and take my own life. Just because they had to die, didn’t mean they had to go alone. I would be with them, binding us together for eternity.

Edoardo Jackson “Jackyl” Bianchi

Trembling with rage, I stood in the darkness on the upper deck, a few feet from the windows to hide in the shadows. My children were sleeping peacefully on the sectional, curled together, tucked neatly beneath a blanket while Shrek continued to play on the television. On the other side of the thick, brick wall was my wife and her lover, making out in the kitchen. She was sitting on the island, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands buried in his hair. Kissing one another rather zealously, every now and then, their tongues would flash. His palms cupped her breasts, groping through her shirt. One slid down her torso and tucked into the waist of her pajama pants, the movements underneath a clear indication of what he was doing.

What he was feeling. He was feeling my wife’s soft, smooth, silky pussy. I taught that bitch everything she knew, I molded her into the perfect whore. Before me, she’d never sucked dick, never taken it up the ass, never squirted. I opened her up and awakened her kinks, I created her, goddammit! And now another piece of shit was reaping the rewards. While my babies were in the other room.

Disgusting, they were all disgusting, vile creatures that deserved all the terror and agony they would feel before the sun rose. This house would be painted red with blood by morning. I would cut their hearts out and smash them into pieces, just as they’d done to me. How could they? How could she break our vows? How could Dash and Vincent put their loyalty into Tyler over me? What the fuck was happening? Why was this happening? Nothing made sense.

Violetta threw her head back, her hair pooling on the island behind. One arm folded around his neck, the other leaned back to hold her weight, her hips wiggling about. Tyler lowered his chin, trailing kisses, dragging his tongue lower. Tugging the front of the shirt to expose a tit, he latched on to the nipple and suckled. She squealed loud enough for me to hear and I cringed, my focus flitting to see if the kids woke. Not reacting, I looked back at the traitorous simp. He was standing upright, both of them snickering. His fingers pausing, they bent to the side, checking the living room. Before they could start up again, Dash bounded around the foot of the stairs and made his way to the kitchen. Tyler abruptly stepped away, licking his fingers clean while she fixed her shirt. The three chatted, their expressions serious.

Sneering, I looked down at my broken, swollen hand that was turning a dark purple. As soon as everyone was in bed, I would start cleaning up the mess they’d made of my life. I crept for the stairs and hurried down them, stomping back to the cave. Time to get things ready and prepare. It was almost time.

Chapter 17

Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo

Pacing back and forth, I was sucking on my cigarette frantically, every nerve in my body on fire. All day, all goddamn day, I’d been reeling about what happened this morning. I practically begged a man to fuck me. Vincent. I begged my best friend to have sex with me. And I had wanted it so goddamn badly! Christ, I’d never wanted something – someone – as badly as I did. And I was pissed we’d been interrupted.

Vincent knocked on my door a second before opening and stepping inside. “Hey, time to switch shifts.”

Snarling, I tossed the cigarette to the ashtray, crossed the distance in three long strides, fisted his shirt, and stole a passionate kiss that had my toes curling. He grunted but didn’t fight, curling his fingers around the sides of my jeans. Our heads bobbing, our tongues battling, I was not going to let anything get in the way this time. We were fucking, goddammit! To hell with anyone else in this house, I did not care if they all heard. Vincent was fucking me, right now.

Growing aggressive, his teeth nipping, he kicked his foot behind to shut the door and staggered us further into the room. We broke from the kiss to paw at our clothes, our heavy pants filling my ears.

“Fuck, Vinny, I need this. Oh, shit, fuck me.”

He growled and grabbed my throat, yanking me back for another vicious kiss. My jeans undone, he pushed them down, spun me around, and shoved me forward, my palms slapping to the desk.

“You want this dick?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I groaned, my knees weakening.

He spit on his fingers and tucked them between my cheeks, wiggling his middle inside the whole. My jaw dropped and my eyes rolled to black as a guttural groan spilled out of my mouth.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby, you ain’t never gonna want someone else.”

“Oh, fuck…” I froze, my insides turning to stone. Tensing, I stared at the monitors, my blood hardening into ice.

“Relax, baby, don’t tense up,” he muttered, caressing a cheek while trying to pump his finger.

“Vincent,” I croaked, getting lightheaded from a rush of adrenaline.

“Yeah, I like it when you say my name. When my dick pops that cherry, tell me how good it feels, baby.”

I sat up a bit, swatting behind me. “Vincent,” I wheezed again, gripping his wrist to stop him.

“What?”

I gulped and licked my dry lips, my hand shaking as I pointed to the screen of the back patio.

His chest pressing into my back, he was nibbling my ear when he must have seen what I saw, for his entire body turned rigid. “Oh…shit.”

The mood changed from erotic to panic, we broke apart and quickly fixed our clothes. Since my dick was already limp, I got dressed faster. Anxiety riddling my bones, I tried to remain calm as I hurried down the stairs. Feigning aloofness, I went to the kitchen where I’d seen Tyler and Violetta on the cameras. Trying to maintain a regular breath pattern, I forced myself to not look in the direction on the deck when I walked through the archway. Speaking low, my tone steady, I said, “Okay, I’m gonna need you two to not show any reaction, whatsoever, to what I’m about to say. Keep looking at me, do not look anywhere, and do not freak out.”

She paled, her eyelids rounding wide. “What is it?”

I cleared my throat and thumbed my nose, forcing a small smile to pretend we were having a normal conversation. “Jackyl is on the patio, watching you two right now.”