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T here’s a row of pissed off bikers staring down a man in my kill room. They look large and in charge…and admittedly hot as hell. From the scowl on Ace’s face, to the fists clenching and unclenching at Rogue’s side, each of them is doing their best to contain their absolute hatred for the man chained and kneeling at my feet. I appreciate their restraint almost as much as I appreciate the sight of them looking damn near as bloodthirsty as I am.

“Ahem.” Jay clears his throat, drawing me out of my perusal and back to the serious situation at hand.

“I’d say I’m sorry I got distracted…” I spare one more glance at the men at my back. “But I’d be lying.”

Jay laughs as he hands me a manila folder. “You’re gonna want to take a look at this. It appears Special Agent Kinney here isn’t as squeaky clean as he’d have everyone believe.”

Flipping through page after page of detailed bribes, assaults, and other heinous acts, my stomach flips. Authority figures who prey on the weak are a personal trigger of mine.

Looking up at the man glaring daggers at me, I let the murderous smile that’s been fighting to break free spread across my face. “Oh, Special Agent Kinney. How the tables have turned.”

He mumbles something that I can’t quite make out behind the duct tape sealing his mouth shut.

“I’m sorry. What was that?”

His muffled shout echoes through the room as he ineffectively fights against his restraints. Dude is pissed as fuck.

“Scream all you want. No one can hear you, and I personally find the sound soothing.”

His chest heaves, veins pulsing in his neck as his struggle comes to a slow halt. The visceral hatred staring back at me makes my demons clang against their cage. I recognize that look. It’s almost an exact match to the one that I memorized from my nightmare ten years ago.

“You know, men like you shouldn’t be allowed to walk this earth. It’s bad enough that you think your title gives you free reign to be a prick to everyone you view as beneath you, but when you use that authority to blackmail and coerce innocent victims into acts no female should ever be subjected to, well… I take personal issue with that. What you call your duty , I call rape , Special Agent Kinney. Something that goes against the special code of conduct you agreed to when you joined the FBI.” Continuing to flip through the pages, I tally somewhere around forty-two known accounts that have been covered up and buried where he assumed they’d never see the light of day. He was wrong. “I could let your superiors in on your little off-duty activities. Let them punish you to the full extent of the law.”

He flinches, the motion slight enough that if I hadn’t been studying him, I would’ve missed it. He’s an abomination, but he’s not stupid. He knows something worse than that is coming.

“Or I could just take care of you myself.”

The tape doesn’t mask the telltale sound of his scoff.

Stalking forward, I rip it off his mouth none too gently, pleased with the piercing groan that escapes. I want to hear his pleas when he realizes mercy isn’t something he’ll ever receive.

“You don’t scare me, Remington Masterson.” He spits out my name like it leaves a bad taste on his tongue. “You’re nothing more than a little girl playing at being in charge. Your only power comes from the men behind you. Without them, you’re nothing. ”

A chorus of laughs come from behind me, bringing another manic smile to my face. Kinney looks confused and annoyed. He doesn’t fully realize the situation he’s got himself into. Pity.

“I’m betting Colt left out some very important details when he sent you after me.”

Kinney rolls his eyes. “He told me enough. Said that you’re his sister. Daddy’s spoiled, pretentious little girl. That you needed to be knocked down a few pegs because the death of your loser father didn’t do a good enough job of teaching you your place.”

The smile evaporates as rage begins to simmer in my blood. The demons are rioting. They want to slash this motherfucker’s throat for even mentioning my father.

All in due time, my friends. All in due time.

“You see, Special Agent Kinney , he left out one key fact that would’ve been smart to know.”

“That you’re a slut sleeping with an entire group of reject bikers?”

Someone in the back growls.

“No. Something with ramifications far worse than who I let penetrate my vagina.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Ace mutters.

I can just picture him rolling his eyes with his arms crossed over his chest. I do a countdown in my head, expecting a smartass remark in three…two…one.

Saint hums. “I’ll penetrate you any time you want, angel.”

Ah, Saint. Never one to disappoint.

Stepping forward, I glare down at the fuming asshat. “You’ve pissed off the Avenging Angel, and she doesn’t know the meaning of the word mercy .”

His eyes go comically wide. “No. No fucking way. You can’t be?—”

“The woman single-handedly responsible for the murders of dozens of sick fucks just like you?”

It’s Grant's turn to clear his throat.

Glancing over my shoulder, I blow him a kiss in response to his pointed look. “Okay. Technically speaking, I may have had a little help on the backend, but the actual torture and death was all me.”

The blood has drained from Kinney’s face as the reality of his dire straits finally begins to sink in.

“I… I’m sorry. I didn’t… I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll?—”

My eyes narrow as I lean in and whisper, “No. Mercy.”

He’s damn near hyperventilating now as his fate becomes clear. The Avenging Angel has never let anyone live. Meeting her is a death sentence, and now he knows his time has finally come.

“I don’t usually do this, but I whipped up something extra special for you, Agent Kinney. You’ll be an Avenging Angel first. Aren’t you excited?”

His whimpers please my demons, and they take a metaphorical seat while they wait for the action to begin. Rogue and Squire are already rummaging through the storage closet. There’s some shuffling, the sound of something clanging to the floor, someone’s muttered curse, then they reappear carrying a contraption that has a harsh sob escaping Kinney’s throat.

“No! Please. I’ll… I’ll do anything. Anything . I know where you can find your brother. I’ll give you all the information you need to catch him. I can even help you?—”

“Tsk, tsk. Where’s the big bad alpha now, huh? In case you’ve forgotten, you’re no longer in charge here. I am , and you’ll give me what I want simply because you have no other choice.”

Rogue and Grant set up the machine behind Kinney’s shaking form, plugging it in and getting everything in place.

Saint steps up beside me, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “You are so fucked, and I don’t mean that metaphorically.”

I snort, walking behind Kinney and running my hand along my new favorite torture device. “In case you’re wondering, this is a nine-inch dildo with a girth that’s honestly a little terrifying, attached to a premium hands-free sex machine reaching up to two hundred and forty strokes a minute. I’m honestly a little curious to see just how long it takes for you to beg me to make it all stop.”

“Just when I think she can’t possibly come up with anything more fucked up and brilliant…” Jay murmurs. “She’s fucking magnificent.”

“Also sexy as fuck ,” Saint quips, adjusting his dick in his jeans.

“I won’t disagree,” Jay hedges, “but for the record, I’ve got my eyes on the other Steele twin.”

Saint chuckles. “Good luck with that one.”

Trip walks over and slides his arm around my waist, drawing my attention away from the other two men. “Baby girl, I am all-in on this plan, considering what he put you through, but I’m not sure I want your hands anywhere near this dude’s asshole.”

My eyes meet Trip’s. His brow is furrowed as he studies the contraption and the logistics of implementing it.

“I just have to line the silicone dick up and?—”

“Nope. Absolutely not. I’ll do it. You’re not touching his tainted ass.” Saint stalks forward, gripping the back of Kinney's neck. “Shoulders to the ground, fucker.”

He puts up a modicum of a fight as Saint forces his face to the concrete, but with his hands behind his back and ankles shackled, it’s pointless. In a matter of seconds, his belt is undone and his pants are pushed down to his knees.

“Don’t look at his mangy little dick, angel.”

“Not much to see,” Rogue taunts as he and Grant shift the machine forward until the bulbous tip of the dildo is an inch away from Kinney’s cheeks.

“We got any gloves around here? I don’t want to catch anything from this jackass.”

Ace walks over to the cabinet, grabs a pair of latex gloves, and hands them to Saint.

“What’ll it be, angel?” he asks, slipping his hands into the gloves as Rogue’s massive booted foot meets Kinney’s upper back to hold him in place. “Lube or no lube?”

My head tilts as I lean back into Trip’s body, watching Kinney. He swallows harshly as his eyes meet mine imploringly.

“Did you give those girls an option, I wonder? Lube. No lube. Protection. No protection.” I tap my bottom lip with my nail. “I doubt it.”

Glancing at Saint, I shake my head.

His grin widens. “You are a menace, and I love you for it.” He pushes the lever on the machine, one hand manually guiding the dildo forward while the other holds open Kinney’s ass cheeks until its tip presses against Kinney’s clenched ass. “Bro, I’m not gonna lie. I hope this thing tears you in two.”

The dickhead cries out in pain when Saint flicks the switch and the machine slowly forces the thick toy past the tight ring of muscle. He begs for something he never gave to anyone else. Guess he now knows how it feels to be the helpless one.

“Turn up the speed. Let him see what it’s like to be fucked in the ass without consent.”

The machine whirs to life, the piston pumping in and out of the long tube, thrusting the massive cock-like dildo into the sobbing agent’s asshole faster and faster. His screams are music to my ears.

“What now, doll?” Ace asks over the noise, stepping in front of me to brush a stray hair behind my ear.

“Now, we wait. If it seems like he starts to enjoy it, I’ve got a few bigger dildos we can swap that one out with.”

“Seeing you like this, cold and merciless…” Ace leans down until we’re nose to nose. “It’s one of the hottest fucking things I’ve ever witnessed.”

“Even with a grown man sobbing in the background as he’s fucked in the ass mere feet from where we stand?”

“His cries of pain are only part of what he deserves for violating you and so many others. I would’ve impaled his dick with a hot iron rod, but that’s just me.”

I blink, feeling wetness flood the space between my thighs.

Fuck. Me.

I’m both disappointed I didn’t think of that and aroused at the way my husband just turned the tables on me.

He drops a kiss on my lips. “I like that look on your face, wife. I’ll have to see if I can replicate it later.”

He steps back, leaving me breathless and practically drooling.

Then Trip’s breath hits the skin on my neck. “You ready for all of us, baby girl? Because I’m not sure any of us can leave you alone after all of this.”

“Told you the scent of your sweet little cunt would torment them,” Saint whispers, gripping my chin with his thankfully glove-free hands and tilting my face to his until his lips capture mine in a rough kiss.

“Please. Please . Make it stop. I’m begging you,” Kinney cries.

“His mouth says one thing, but his dick says another.”

I pull my mouth from Saint’s, earning a growl that makes my pussy clench. My eyes shift to where Rogue and Grant are standing watch over our latest project. Grant’s look of disgust has me curious. Stepping out from between Trip and Saint, I haven’t gotten more than a few feet when I see what he means.

The fucker’s cocktail weenie is actually hard .

“Well, dammit. By the looks of things…” Kinney’s grunt slips free as his entire body starts to shake with the force of his orgasm. “He’s enjoying this way too much. Maybe Ace has the right idea after all. Anyone know where we can find a hot iron rod?”

Jay raises his hand. “I do, actually. I’ll make some calls.”

He stalks toward the door, phone already to his ear.

Glancing around at the men who are all in a little bit of shock, I grin.

“It’s gonna be a long night, boys. Buckle up.”