Page 11 of Breaking Sanity

Carson gets off causing pain or watching someone else causing another immense pain. He has a warped mind. Majority of the time he is not allowed to have a claim becauseof this problem. That is why Vaughn is more than happy to supply him with all his “disciplining” videos. He saves it on one of our servers under the name, ‘spank bank’.

“I am about 8 hours out,” I inform him.

“What? You were supposed to be here an hour ago, G,” he chastises.

“I am aware of when I was supposed to be there,brother,but I had a little hiccup that set me back quite a bit,” I say trying not to get annoyed.

“Oh fuck, G, please tell me you didn’t fucking kill her?”

“I didn’t kill her, so don’t go there. This particular one has fucking razor sharp claws,” I grin to myself.

“Well, that won’t go well for her here, especially with Nik being back,” Carson laughs. “If she doesn’t retract them, he might euthanize her before the contract is up.”

“He won’t. I think she might be just what Nik needs,” I chuckle.

My poor Little Devil may think I am awful, but my eldest brother is worse. Unlike myself, Nik doesn’t like to bechallenged but has no problem breaking them when they do fight back. Well, it’s not necessarily him who breaks them, but that one hasn’t shown up for a while. They both have mastered their manipulation tactics and torture methods, thanks to yours truly and Baron, of course.

“Oh, how long do you think it’ll be before she breaks,” Carson sounds giddy. Which is never good, and it makes me want to rip his throat out.

“I give her 3,” I say.

“Hours or days,” he asks disappointingly.

“Years,” I say devilishly.

“There’s no fucking way!”

“Want to make a bet then brother?”

“Always.”

“Okay, if my feisty cat makes it three years, I get your portion of her contract,” I offer.

“Contracts, G, contracts.”

“Huh?” I stare at the phone dumbfounded.

“She has 4 contracts on her, totaling 9 years,” he informs. “Vaughn got them together and combined it into one contract and one big pay out. Two have already paid their complete portions and told him to have at it and make it hurt. The other two though want proof of misery every year and paid their first portions. Vaughn agreed because of the large amount.”

Well holy shit Little Devil, you really know how to piss people off don’t you?

“Damn,” I whistle, “Well in that case, let me change it to four years, and Carson?”

“Yes,” he answers.

“If she doesn’t, then you can have my portion and I will let them go collect for the next several years.”

“Deal brother,” he says before the line goes dead.

You better make it four years Little Devil. I do not want to be stuck in that place watching over whiny sniffling prisoners or Carson. It’s not time yet.

Chapter 3

Alley

The bastard has been blaring and singing Taylor Swift songs for almost the entire fucking ride. He knows I hate them, but I think he is only trying to do it to see if I am awake. I have been for the past several hours, since he hung up with whoever Carson is. I’ve just stayed still and controlled my breathing. Playing asleep is the best way to get information in situations like these. Right?

He starts to sing along to the lyrics in an alto off-key pitch. My whole body tenses with the need to rip out the stereo and maybe his vocal cords while I am at it. My eyes lazily pop open and glare at the back of his head while he starts to reach the super high notes. I imagine throwing a million razor blades into his right ear and watching the blood pour down his cut jawline. Hell, I could even kick him in the arm or something. He needs to shut the fuck up.