Page 39 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

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“Tie him to that tree over there.” Zayn pointed at a massive oak in the middle of the forest, and I did as he’d instructed, my dick hard the entire time.

I’d never seen anything hotter in my life and it made me question my sanity.

He was something you saw in murder documentaries, sinister and cruel but in all the right ways.

Once Goldie was tied with ropes, Zayn stepped up and gave him a slow once-over. In the darkness, it was difficult to see his expressions, especially while a big shiny light was bright on the headband he wore. My heart hammered, waiting for whatever he was looking for.

Goldie’s yells filled the forest, but they were nothing compared to the bangs and fire that took hold of his cabin. Everyone was more focused on the damage, and they’d never be able to hear him here. We were too far away.

Zayn poked Goldie’s chest. “Tell me the name of your supplier.”

Goldie struggled harder and I liked that he couldn’t open his eyes. He couldn’t see us, but I wondered if our voices sounded familiar. “Fuck you.”

I clenched my hands into fists and gritted my teeth. This man killed my mother. He might not have done it with his hands, but his product was the reason she was dead, the reason Ginny didn’t have her mommy anymore. He didn’t care who he hurt or about the children left behind because of his drugs.

Zayn tsked . “Not the answer I want.” He jammed his elbow into Goldie’s jaw and the crack echoed around the forest.

Goldie screamed and the sound transformed into warmth in my chest. Good.

He should hurt. I wanted to hear every second of it.

He struggled against the ropes, but nothing he could do would help.

There were a few things I was good at and tying knots was one of them.

Dad had taught me as a kid when we’d gone camping.

“Scream, piggy. Scream.” Zayn’s laugh went straight to my dick. It was mean and dangerous and so fucking sexy. “I’m going to gut you and watch you bleed to death.”

“Please. I got money. I can pay you.” Goldie flopped forward, and I liked that he couldn’t see Zayn. This asshole didn’t deserve to lay eyes on my Daddy again.

“If you think we’re doing this for cash, then you’re dumber than I thought.” Zayn slapped him across the face, and Goldie’s head flew to the side.

Blood beaded on his lip where it’d split and it was shiny under the lights from our headbands. Beautiful. I’d always been intrigued by blood when I entered the underground fights, but this was different. More exciting.

“Come here, boy.” Zayn held his hand out to me, and I stepped toward him, leaves rustling under my boots. I stopped beside him, and he grasped my face, dragging me down for a hard kiss I melted into. His taste was addicting and I needed more. Hungered for it. “You’re such a good boy.”

I preened under his praise and a shot of desire zapped through me, landing in my balls. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Goldie made an unhappy noise in the back of his throat and struggled against the ropes again. “You sick fucks. Let me go and I won’t fuck you up.”

Zayn broke our kiss to laugh, the deep rawness gripping my heart. He’d captured me in a whirlwind of feelings and I had no desire to leave the vortex. Although, right now it felt more like a tornado.

“Let’s have some fun with him, boy.” He winked as he threw his bag on the ground and crouched, pulling out some tools that made me grimace. Pliers, a hammer, and a few different kinds of knives. I wouldn’t like to be in Goldie’s position right now.

Once Zayn had what he wanted out of the bag, he grabbed the pliers first and stood, stepping in closer to Goldie.

“This is how it’s going to work. You’re going to tell me what I want to know.

If you don’t, I am going to rip off every one of your fingernails.

Then, I’m going to do the same to your toenails.

If you still don’t tell me who your supplier is, I’m going to cut off your fingers.

Perhaps your nipples, too. They’re always fun. ”

The apple in Goldie’s throat jumped as he swallowed deeply and he raised his chin as though he was trying to see us through his glued eyes. That wasn’t going to work.

“I don’t have a name for you,” Goldie snapped.

I smiled, a wave of delight sweeping through me. It should’ve scared me how excited I was to see a man get tortured, but it didn’t. Not after he’d killed my mom.

Zayn glanced at me, and while I couldn’t see his face clearly under the bright light, I could feel his smirk on my skin. He enjoyed this part. “All right, boy, are you ready to see Daddy work?”

I shivered. “Yes, Daddy. Show me.”

He slipped around to the back of the tree where I’d tied Goldie’s arms. I shifted to get a better look as he seized one of Goldie’s hands and bent it back so he could get to his fingernails.

Goldie struggled, a whimper spilling from him, but the sounds of desperate cries didn’t stop Zayn as he grasped Goldie’s thumbnail with the pliers and yanked.

Goldie screamed and it echoed through the trees. Owls hooted, as though responding to his pain, and I grinned so widely it hurt my face. My foot tapped and it took all my effort to make myself stop. My fingertips buzzed.

Zayn rounded the tree again, bloody nail firmly in place between the pliers’ teeth. He showed me, and I bit my lip to stop from moaning. How fucked up was I? “We’ve only just begun, Goldie. Be kind to yourself and tell us who your supplier is.”

Goldie whimpered. “You’re going to kill me anyway.”

Zayn hummed in agreement. “But what kind of death do you want? The fast kind or the one where I tear you apart inch by inch? Because we’ve got all night. Trust me. Your son will never find you. No one will. Hell, I’m not even sure he’ll look.”

Goldie’s teeth rattled as a full-body shiver swept through him. It was delicious to see him so afraid. “Why? What have I done to you?”

Rage joined the festivities in my stomach and I stalked forward, grabbing his throat and shoving him back against the tree.

He hissed.

“You killed my mom, that’s what you did. You sold her meth in return for her letting you fuck her. She never did drugs, but then you sold them to her and she drove our car into a fucking tree. This is vengeance.”

He laughed, and the noise sent me rearing back in surprise. I hated that he couldn’t see me and know who I was, but maybe now he remembered. “Are you fucking kidding me, kid? The Lakeview whore? Everyone’s had a ride.”

My fist moved on its own and met his cheek in a brutal punch.

His head went flopping to the side, blood and spit flying from his mouth.

I did the same to the other cheek and listened with pleasure as another cry left him.

Anger was like poison in my veins, growing and feeding off my torment.

I wanted him to hurt as much as he hurt me and Ginny and Mom .

Exhaling deeply, I forced myself back, nearly tumbling with the movement. I looked at Zayn. “Pull all his fingernails off, Daddy. Make him scream.”

“As you wish, boy. I’ll have him singing just for you.”

Zayn didn’t back down on his promise. Half an hour of torture wrecked Goldie’s throat and soon he wasn’t able to utter a sound.

Blood seeped down his hands, arms, legs, and abs, and whatever fight he had left in him was gone.

Seeing Zayn work was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed.

I was hard the entire time, watching Zayn’s muscles shift as he yanked, cut, and drove his tools into Goldie.

Finally, Goldie surrendered.

“Rankor.” He sobbed, his chest heaving. “His name is Rankor. He lives in St. Loren, Louisiana.”

Zayn chuckled. “Thank you. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

As much as I hated Goldie, I’d give it to him, he’d held out a lot longer than I’d expected. I cupped myself through my jeans and gave my dick a squeeze. Later .

Zayn turned in my direction. “Do you want to finish him off for me, boy?”

I’d never killed anyone, but the thought set my blood on fire. I scooted closer to Zayn, and he went to pass me a bloody knife he already had in his gloved hand.

I shook my head and yanked out the switchblade from my boot. If I was going to take Goldie out, it would be with my own knife.

Zayn grinned as he dropped his weapon back on his bag and laid his hands on my hips. He guided me in front of an exhausted Goldie and picked Goldie’s head up with a finger under the chin. Goldie’s head rolled but stayed upright so I could place the blade against his neck.

Zayn rested his free hand on top of mine and leaned against my back, laying a kiss on my cheek. “Together, boy. Do it for Daddy.”

One long, deep slice was all it took. Goldie’s body convulsed and the blood that spurted from his throat landed on my shirt. He slumped. One final gurgle and he was dead.

I breathed out through my nose, the excitement knocking the air out of my lungs.

I’d killed this man who’d hurt and murdered Mom.

It wasn’t something I’d thought I’d enjoy, but I did and that scared me more than my feelings for Zayn.

Maybe it was because we were doing this together. Daddy and his boy.

“How do you feel?” Zayn murmured against my ear, his lips brushing over my lobe.

I thought about it for a moment.

Enjoyment.

Relief.

Vindicated.

But one of the emotions was stronger than all the others. “Happy, Daddy. I’m really, really happy.”

Zayn spun me around and kissed me deeply, and I melted into him. “I’m glad, boy. Now, let Daddy teach you how to get rid of the body and burn our clothes.”