Page 13 of Sadistic Retribution (Rise of Phoenyxx #2)
Frost
I'm silently trailing Destiny after the bomb that was dropped about an arranged marriage to Synn. There's a big chance that our fathers have a similar plan in mind. There's no way I’ll marry anyone that isn’t my Killer.
I really think she knows a lot more than we originally thought.
We already know she’s the go-to person to smuggle shit into this place.
Which means she has an in with the Director.
If she has any idea where Killer is, I’ll wring it out of her neck, while choking her to her last breath.
Synn would love that; he can’t stand the bitch.
None of us can. Not after the shit she pulled when we were hitting puberty.
I'm kicked back in Synn’s pool house, a fat joint hanging from my lips. My head is leaned back on the sofa, and I exhale slowly. The buzz works its way through me, calming me. I needed this after dealing with my piece-of-shit father.
The door opens, and Destiny strolls in. She smiles, batting her lashes. She moves right in front of me. “Hey, Frost. Need some... stress relief?”
I look at her in amazement. She surely can’t mean...
She hits her knees, going for the button and zipper on my jeans. “Lift,” she whispers, blushing. I comply, and she slides my jeans down to my ankles. I'm commando, as usual. She gasps when she sees my large cock, standing at attention like it always seems to be.
Destiny leans in, looking up at me beneath her lashes.
She tentatively touches my cock, her hand circling the base.
She pauses, waiting to see if I’ll object.
When I don’t, she licks her lips, then takes the head into her mouth.
I jerk, feeling it to my toes. I've never had a BJ before. I guess Des is acceptable.
She takes my whole length, hollowing her cheeks and sucking. My hips buck, and I let out a low moan. I'm not going to last long. I'm a virgin in the ways that count. Meaning I’ve never been inside a woman—mouth or pussy.
I feel my balls tighten up, and I grab her by the hair to hold her in place. As I empty my load into her mouth, I hear someone else coming in. I look up—it’s Synn. The look of shock and betrayal on his face has me pushing her off me.
“You okay, man?” I ask, concern lacing my voice.
“Traitorous bitch,” he spits Destiny’s way. “You said only me!”
“What?” I yell, jumping up. “You whore!” I shove past her, getting to Synn. “Let’s go, man. Leave the trash behind.”
I follow Destiny through the admin building, sticking to the shadows. I'm nowhere near as invisible as Ghost, but I know how to be unseen.
She makes a beeline to Augustine’s office, as I figured she would. She knocks once, then opens the door. I sneak closer, getting a look at the room inside as she pauses in the doorway to say something out of my range of hearing.
My jaw hits the floor when I see the sourpuss nurse who opened the doors to the hidden hospital inside the tunnel. What the actual fuck?
Destiny smiles at the nurse, who smiles back, then the door closes.
I've got to be on the right track. I highly suspect the bitch knows exactly where Killer is. We're assuming she’s in the Morgue— but don’t know where it is.
I'm going to talk to Synn about grabbing this bitch and torturing her for answers.
As I stomp back to the apartment, I decide to call my father via video call. I want to see his damn face when I ask him about the arranged marriage bullshit.
I get inside, heading to my room where I shut the door and pull out my phone. It rings a couple of times, then he picks up.
“Son, what can I do for you?”
“I found out that Synn is being forced to marry Destiny. Are you arranging something for me, too?”
He pauses, taking a breath. He looks me in the eye. “No, Son. Why would I? You need an appropriate wife, but finding a proper candidate who can handle your lack of empathy will be tricky.”
“Alright then. Let me be clear—I will not be forced to marry anyone. Understand?”
His eyes burn with simmering anger, and he clenches his jaw, looking away briefly. Then he changes the subject. “How are you boys coming along with cleansing yourselves of your darkness?”
“Working on it. It would be nice to know where she was taken. You know, for closure.”
Fuck. I didn’t mean to blurt that out. I inwardly wince, and he sees it.
“Son, is that emotion on your face? When did you start feeling?”
The look on his face is one with glee. Fucking fuck!
“What are you talking about? You know I don’t feel.”
“Whatever you say. But I know what I see, and I couldn’t be more thrilled.” He makes a show of checking his Rolex. “I have a meeting. We will talk later, Son.”
Before I can respond, he disconnects. Without answering the damn question. Now that he knows I feel, he will no doubt use it against me.
Dammit!
Synn
My fists are clenched as I try to beat back the fury roaring through my veins. I’m stuck between Des’s announcement and finding Pazessca.
I can’t do anything about finding my girl—yet. But that cunt Destiny? I whip out my phone, poised to speed dial my father’s number. Before I can, Frost comes slamming out of his room.
I can see the emotion playing out on his features, which is still weird as fuck. “What’s going on?”
He grinds his teeth, sawing back and forth. “I followed Destiny. She went to Augustine’s office; unsurprising. but, when he opened the door, I saw that bitch nurse standing there, smiling.”
“What?” I bellow. “She knows something? I'll beat it out of her!”
“I had that thought too. Then, I made a really stupid decision to video call my father.”
The world tilts on its axis. Frost doesn’t do stupid—ever. “So what happened?”
“He lied to my face when I asked him about arranging a marriage for me, too. Something’s up. I asked him about Killer’s location... that was the stupidest part. I said it was to give us closure, but he saw right through it. He even called out my newfound emotion.”
I gape, unable to answer. I snap my jaw shut, taking a breath before speaking. “They know she matters now. How could you make such a fuck-up, man? You, out of any of us... you are the voice of reason!”
Regret flits across his eyes. “I know. I hope I didn’t put her in more jeopardy.” He pauses, thinking. “I wonder if it’s a father thing, or a Mafia thing? If it’s a father thing, the others are getting arrangements too. It's not common for the Bratva, but it does happen.”
I chew over his words. “We can’t exactly outright ask. I think you should keep on Destiny’s tail, maybe bug her bag so we can hear the conversations? Ask Purge, I’m pretty sure he keeps those stocked in his room.”
He nods. “Sounds like a good idea. As much as I don’t want to find Harris, I think it’s in Killer’s best interest to get his ass back here.”
“Agreed. Let's go talk to Purge. He may have something by now.”
“The guy needs to sleep. Help me talk him into a short nap, at least?”
“Same page, Brother.”
Bryan
I'm on my back on the cold surgical table, tears streaming unchecked down my face. I don’t move a muscle as the masked tormentors ready an injection. I hope this one kills me.
I don’t bother fighting, just silently lay there like the corpse I wish I was.
“What, no protests?” Demon attempts to antagonize me, but I don’t even blink in response.
“Damn, did we break him already?” Skull questions.
“Nah, he’s not completely lost yet. Are you, Loverboy?” Demon kicks the table, jostling me. I turn my head away, refusing to answer.
“Well, get to it,” Demon snaps to Skull. It's a second, maybe two, until I feel a freezing cold sensation move slowly through my veins. It's painful, but I force myself to just accept it. My eyes blow wide open, and my mouth opens.
“Okay, next one!” Demon orders.
I've never done drugs, but I imagine this rush of euphoria followed by a racing heart, and manic thoughts are what uppers would do. Cocaine, speed, crystal—from what I’ve heard about what they do to you.
My back tries to bow, but I can’t move under the straps.
“Put him in with 9 after free time is over. That ought to be entertaining.”
Skull laughs. “Good idea. This will be fun.”
I'm unstrapped and hoisted up off the table. Skull grabs my upper arm with a death grip, marching me out. Presumably to where patient 9 is—whoever they are. Maybe they’ll kill me.
A guy can hope.