Page 143 of The Deceptions

Once I hear Hux’s footsteps stop and the sound of his bed creaking, I know it’s my time to move.

As soon as the lights in his room go out, I pop open the door and stand in the doorway with my needle in my hands.

“What the fuck?” Huxley grumbles, rearranging his blankets and getting to his feet.

Fuck yes.

This.

My heart pumps when his eyes widen and he takes in my massive shadow. He can’t see me yet.

It’s when he reaches for the gun in his drawer that I step forward and plunge the needle into his neck.

He never saw it coming. Probably thought I was Mack or JJ coming for a midnight talky-talk. Not so much, buddy. It’s me. The boogeyman living in your bushes, aching to get his hands on you.

“You and I have a lot to discuss,” I whisper in his ear as his body goes limp in a matter of seconds.

This was way too easy. Or they’re way too comfortable in their home.

I hum as I put Hux over my shoulder, confidently walking out of his room into the darkened hallway. I grin when the other two are right where they should be in their rooms and none the wiser. I quietly close Hux’s door and march away with him on my shoulder. When I emerge onto the main floor, Waffles continues to chomp on his piece of steak and doesn’t even lift an ear when I walk straight through the front door and close it tightly behind me.

Huxley and I have a lot to discuss. In my basement. With the bright lights on and him tied up.

It’ll be a hell of a good time.

For me, at least.

Him? Well, he’s going to bleed for me tonight.

“Hello, Sunshine.”I sing-song joyfully and grin when Huxley’s moss-green eyes slowly pop open and he takes in his surroundings, which isn’t much. But you know what? It’s my damn paradise.

The basement. It’s my favorite place to break free of everything. It eats away at the pesky feelings gnawing in the back of my mind, muting them so I become the best man I can become. The man my boss molded me to be. His soldier. Loyal to a fault and eager to please. I owe him everything, after all. He saved me from my birth giver and sent her on her way.

Despite resembling a dungeon, my basement is a brightly lit, carefully concealed space under the gym that we help run for our boss. No one knows it’s down here. Well, except Wilder and me. Fuck. I bet this will be the first place my keeper searches for me. I eye Huxley as he eyes me back suspiciously. Yeah, I need to get this show on the road and make the big, bad future gang leader sing to me a beautiful tune of information.

I grin more as Huxley sets his sights on the knives with narrowed eyes and an annoyed huff. Am I really not entertaining enough for him? This entire gesture seems like an inconvenience for him and nothing more. There’s no fear in his eyes. No piss in his pants, which is usually the best part. Minus the terrible odor, of course. But that’s when I know I truly have them shaking in their boots.

He’s lucky I didn’t strip him down before strapping him to his seat. That’s even better. Threaten a man’s manhood, and he wails like a baby. It’s music to my ears.

Huxley licks his lips, while quickly testing the straps around his wrists and legs that are keeping him to the metal chair sitting in the middle of the room. Sorry, Pal. There’s no escaping me. Even if he had the chance to run, I’d cut him off before he stepped foot through the secret door leading to the first floor.

The fluorescent lights flicker and shine down on us, haunting us with their ominous buzz.

Hux takes me in with a sigh. Not looking the least bit concerned. Well, until he looks me over inch by inch.

“Why are you naked?” he grunts, testing the restraints again and never taking his eyes off me.

Aw, my dick is hypnotizing him. How fucking cute. Maybe I should make my dick flex a few times for him. He’d probably like it or something.

I look down at my naked body, taking in the tattoos across my flesh with a happy grin.

“Why ruin my best pair of shoes?”

He blinks several times at my answer but still doesn’t look alarmed.

“You snuck into my house.” Not a question. A statement.

“Not the first time, Old Chap,” I quip, grabbing a knife from the shelf. “Hmm, someone didn’t do a very good cleaning job.” I frown at the dried blood on the tip of the knife. Damn it, Keeper.You’re supposed to sanitize our precious weapons after using them on traitors. Not only do I not want their blood staining my best weapons, but how gross.