Page 148 of Terror Tuesday

“Nah, not yet. Let me just…”

Olivia remains captive on the table, her chest heaving as if she’s run for her life. The larger of the men kneels, his hood down around his shoulders, revealing his identity.

Mr. Earl squats between her spread legs as his dark eyes dart over to me, his bumpy forehead crinkling. Taunting me, he sticks his tongue out and wiggles it.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” I manage to yell through a hoarse throat.

Olivia’s back arches at an awkward angle as he violates her pussy with his mouth.

“Got to get her wet… You’ll thank me,” he mumbles against her skin.

What doesthatmean? Is he not going to penetrate her himself?

The other guy strolls toward me, twirling a weapon between his fingers. As he approaches, I get a good look at the shimmery silver blade…

It’s Olivia’s knife.

The one I used to kill Hunter and that other bitch fromBeta.

Olivia growls with frustration as the enforcer’s face buries deeper into her cunt, the sloppy sounds making me want to split his throat open. She kicks her feet, but her legs can’t move. Rage scorches my skin, and though the skinny guy cuts away my shirt and rips off my belt, I crane my neck, desperate to watch.

Only to memorize what Olivia’s violator looks like alive so I can relish the image of him in a pool of his own blood later.

“Don’t watch, Valen! Don’t!” Her knees twist inward, trying any which way she can to get the man to stop.

The captor in front of me unlocks the chains from the ceiling, then digs Olivia’s blade against my neck. My pulse races as I hold a breath, willing myself not to move. He jerks me forward until it slices into my skin. I wince, but that’s the only expression I’ll let him have.

“Don’t hurt him!” Olivia begs, her pleas sending me into a righteous fury.

The hooded man in front of me reaches my height of about 6’4”, maybe an inch shorter. His shadowed eyes are steady when he tells me, “You’re going to fuck her and fill her with your cum. That way, when we release your bodies to the city’s coroner, we can let Northview News know that the Nighthawk Night Terror has officially been caught through physical evidence.”

Sweat streams down my forehead as I clench my fists.

He continues. “Same DNA found on the bodies of those missing from the Greek events this year…”

Mr. Earl edges away from Olivia, eyeing me warily. “Good thing we caught ourselves the serial killer before he struck again.” His gaze drifts over my love’s body as he wipes his thin lips with the back of his hand and along his graying stubble. “And poor Xavier Cardell will be saddened to learn his daughter was his last victim.”

“Not to mention, Calum Von Dovish will be shocked to hear his son was responsible,” the man in front of me says without averting his gaze from my face.

They’ve been looking for the perfect fall guy. And now, not only will they tarnish my name, but they’ll likely try to pit our families against one another. Maybe they think one of her brothers will take one of mine until there’s only blood left.

Until no defiant board members remain.

The skinny guy yanks me forward by the chains and positions me between Olivia’s bare knees at the foot of the table. His fingers delve into my jeans and rip them open at the waist, then tug them down my thighs.

“I can’t fuck like this,” I tell them, tossing my voice over my shoulder to the other enforcer.

“What? You want me to suck you off first? Do as we say. Fuck your girlfriend for the cameras.” He glances down at my hands. “Oh, wait.”

Threading the hilt of Olivia’s knife into my sweaty fist, he unlocks the shackles. Mr. Earl leans casually against the wall behind me and raises a gun, aiming at my head. He glances up at the corner. “Okay, it should be recording. Move out of the picture, Cain,” he instructs his cohort.

Cain slides into the shadows and pulls a remote control from his pocket.

With extra care, I gently stroke Olivia’s thighs, massaging them as she melts against the table. Green eyes greet my face with a softness in her expression.

“I’m alright…” she whispers to me, but I think it’s more for herself.

A sudden scream wrenches from her chest as her full body locks up. Every muscle twitches like she’s seizing. “What’s wrong, Monarch?!” I yell.