Page 23 of Sadistic Retribution (Rise of Phoenyxx #2)

Hunter

My heart rate is out of control. I’m racing to Jax’s office, my heart in my throat.

Pretty Girl is back. But the boys said she’s shut down, unfeeling.

What the hell could’ve happened to her to strip her of her emotions?

I feel like I could puke, out of control of my body.

That never happens. Something is really, really off, and I need to find out what right now.

I burst into Jax’s office. "Jax, I just got a call from Synn. Phoenyxx has returned!”

Jax stands abruptly. “Alright, I’ll keep to my word on this. But, Harris—I expect you to conclude your original mission. Now, go pack a bag. I'll have one of our drivers take you back to The Retreat.”

I haul ass out of his office, and make a quick pit stop to the computer room. I owe Thor and Bill an update.

“Guys! Phoenyxx came back! Jax is sending me in.”

Thor stands up so fast, he trips on his chair legs. “Holy shit! Go, man, we got you!”

Bill rolls his eyes. “We’ll be watching.”

I salute them both and run to my room to pack a bag. Finally—my Pretty Girl.

Phoenyxx

I walk slowly through the boys’ dorm, after having done a lap through the courtyard, my intention on the guys apartment. This revenge is a long time coming.

I felt nothing when I saw Ghost. All I wanted to do was make him pay. No emotions whatsoever.

It's so freeing. I can think—plan. I almost laugh to myself as I realize I haven't had a panic attack in a while now. They will all bleed, that is a guarantee.

I stalk up to the door, but before I can open it, it’s yanked open in my face. Synn sees me, going white. He grabs my shirt and pulls me inside.

I just stand there, waiting. “Anyone else here?” I ask, voice even.

“No. What happened to you?”

I laugh hollowly. “Like you care. After what you did? I owe you nothing.” I manage to slide out the switchblade without Synn seeing. I push the button on the side, flicking it open. I hold it slightly behind me. I walk right up to him, looking him dead in the eye.

“Except to make you bleed,” I say, as I reach forward, and slash the blade across his throat. A thin line of blood trickles down his neck. Damn—I didn’t cut deep enough. Note for later. Though I was specifically told I can’t kill them. Pity.

Shock shows in his eyes. “You... cut me? Trying to kill me, Pazessca?”

“You do not have the right to call me that—or question my intentions. This is your only warning.”

I hustle out before he can react. Time to find the others.

I'm on a mission to destroy. Every one of them will hurt. Do they really think what they did was okay? They murdered Valley. They won’t get away with that.

I stroll casually to the admin building, stopping dead center when two of my targets appear. I smile, walking straight up to them.

“Bambi!” Trikk yells, beelining for me. I let him get his arms around me before I push him away. I don’t say a word as I walk around to the back of him. I rub my hand down his back, and he shivers.

I palm the dagger, hiding it until I need them to know about it. My eyes zero in on Ghost, standing stock-still, staring at me with misery on his face.

“Now, now,” I shush Trikk, while reaching up and holding the blade to his throat. I hear yelps of fear echo through the large area. Grinning, I motion towards Ghost. “Come here.”

He walks right up, no hesitation. “Don’t do this, Malishka. We are so sorry.”

“Way too late for that. Now, I want you on your fucking knees.”

Eyes distraught, he slowly lowers himself to the floor. I feel Trikk’s shoulders shake with sorrow.

“Undo his pants,” I order Ghost.

“What?” They both say at the same time.

“You heard me! Undo his pants.”

He looks up at Trikk, and Trikk gives a nod.

Ghost hesitantly unbuttons his jeans, lowering the zipper, then sits back on his heels. “What now?”

“Take out his dick.”

Gasps sound out around me, so I decide to make this one hell of a spectacle. I announce loudly, “Who wants to see the playboy get his dick sucked?”

People start crowding in. I look at Ghost, motioning to his friend. “You heard me... get to sucking.”

Ghost heaves a sob, looking up at Trikk. “I’m sorry, man.”

Getting angrier, I slide the blade across Trikk’s throat, sending blood trickling into his collar. “No! You don’t get to be sorry, you putrid piece of shit!”

Tears rolling down Ghost’s cheeks and he leans closer, taking Trikk’s dick in his hand.

“Well? Get it hard!” I command.

I step slightly to the side, positioning myself in front enough to watch the show. He strokes it, and it stands to attention. Trikk’s dick so hard, it’s throbbing.

“Hmmm, seems like playboy wants that blowjob...”

A few groans and whimpers from girls filter through. I look to the crowd. “If you’re turned on, go ahead and get yourselves off. I don’t mind.”

I turn back, impatient. Ghost slowly slides his open mouth along Trikk’s dick. He swallows him down.

“Suck!” I demand. He starts pulling him in and out of his mouth, and Trikk groans loudly.

I see from my peripheral vision a few of the girls have their skirts pushed up, rubbing their pussies. The guys are avidly watching them, dicks hard in their pants.

Trikk starts pumping his hips, moaning. Ghost has panic in his eyes, but doesn’t stop.

“You going to come, Trikkie?” I look at him, and he holds my gaze as his hips snap faster. “Come all over his face.”

“Sorry, bro,” he groans, abruptly pulling out of Ghost’s mouth, and shoots his load all over him.

I laugh. “Good boys.” I look back at the onlookers. “I hope you all enjoyed the show. Carry on.”

I withdraw the blade from Trikk’s throat, stepping back and away. I continue to laugh as I turn my back and go on my way.

Trikk

I'm in shock. I must be—I feel numb. That was not my Bambi. What did those fuckers do to her?

I'm not mad at her—I get it. What we did to her is unforgivable. But what she did to us just now… bro. So fucked up. I came on Ghost’s face… And everyone saw!

Ghost took off as soon as I shot my load. I'm going to have to go find him. I don’t want him to hurt himself. If he cuts too deep... I shudder, knowing I can't live without my best friend.

Which circles me back around to the loss we forced on Bambi. We deserve every fucked-up thing she does to us.

I'm finding Ghost, then I’m finding my girl. I've got to try and bring her back.

Ghost

I'm in the forest again, curled up in a ball, whimpering like a little bitch. I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe Trikk’s come off my face. I just feel... numb.

My Malishka—she's still gone. They stole her from me.

I am struck-dumb by what just happened. I don’t blame her- it's Six level torment. Synn would probably be proud.

I am gripping my blade tightly in my hand. I am just cutting- over and over. Everywhere I can reach. I just want to bleed- for her. She has to come back to me. She has to...