Page 10 of Tortured Souls
I shut off my brain. With Saxon’s hand still wrapped around my throat, I crash my lips to his. Is this a mistake? Probably. My tongue pushes past his lips, his mouth opening and inviting me into his warmth. I wrap my hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Our chests press tightly together as he pushes me against the back wall. We kiss in a frenzy of dominance, neither one of us wanting to relinquish control. I bite down hard on his lip, the metallic taste of blood exploding against my tongue. A low growl escapes his throat as he tightens his fingers around my neck.
When I think I’m succeeding at changing the subject, his strong thigh pushes between my legs, my most sensitive spot now resting against his jeans. An electrical current amplifies within me and starts zipping through my core and racing through my limbs. It’s at this moment I realize I was never in control at all. My hips begin moving on their own as I slowly ride his thigh, desperate for friction, when he pushes me back with a strong hand.
What the fuck are you thinking, Sky?
The small room is quiet; the only sounds are our deep breaths and the faded bass of the club’s music. My eyes drift to his now swollen lips and a small cut that I made from biting him. I watch as he licks in his bottom lip, removing his blood and swallowing it down. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, and that sight alone has my skin tingling with something foreign to me. I stay quiet, his thigh still pressed firmly against my core.
“Nice try, baby, but you’re going to have to do better than that to distract me from what I want.” Saxon’s deep voice is laced with determination as he turns my head to the side. His warm breath fans across my cheek, and the smell of whiskey and bergamot has me closing my eyes as I inhale his scent.
“I appreciate the attempt, but I have ways of getting my answers, whether you like it or not.” Sharp teeth bite into my lobe, making me gasp just as the closet door bursts open, and we’re met with the second pain in my ass of the night, Saint.
“Well, excuse the fuck out of me. I hate to interrupt, but your sister is currently three sheets to the wind, along with her posse of dingbats.” Saxon turns my head so I’m facing him once again. I swallow as his eyes promise something evil, something I started, but I now fear I won’t be able to finish.
“I think we need to take her home,” Saint says again, and Saxon’s chest rumbles as his anger rises to new levels. Withoutanswering him, he squeezes my neck a little harder. A crooked smile pulls at the corner of his lips.
“You’re not under the protection of Daddy here, Sky. I suggest you keep that in mind.” With that, he pushes me back, releasing me and giving me his back as he makes his way to the door.
“You think I need Daddy’s protection? You have no idea who you’re messing with.” The sharp anger that erupts beneath my skin is so sudden, I’m shocked at my own words. Saxon turns towards me once again, the distance closing so fast I don’t have time to act.
He grabs me again by my throat, my back slamming into the wall hard this time, and it shakes the storage shelves beside us. Instinctively, I wrap my hands around his wrist as he lifts me up until I’m standing on my tiptoes. Dark eyes bore into my own as he snarls up at me.
“No, tesoro. It’syouwho has no idea whoyou’remessing with.” A voice that could make the pope cry comes from his beautiful lips, a drop of blood dripping down his chin from the bite I gave him. Just when I think I’ll pass out from lack of oxygen, Saint yells at Saxon, “Let’s go, Sax!”
“I’ll be seeing you soon.”
I’m dropped to the ground, coughing as I try to catch my breath. I watch the man who has now been added to my kill list exit the closet without a second glance behind him.
SAXON
This morning, I’ve decided tonight will be the night I end Damien Devonte. The reaction Sky had last night after seeing Damien was all the confirmation I needed. Something happened between the two of them, something that made her visibly shaken up. I’ve never seen her that way. Sky is a strong woman—I guess you’d have to be to have grown up in her father’s club. I’ve heard stories of his brutality, not only to his enemies but to his own members. That’s the difference between his club and mine. Where my father created a family within his club, Sergio created a club based on fear.That’s where this wholerivalry began. Where most clubs tend to band together in a brotherhood, the Hellstorms chose isolation. My father told me stories about their activities. Where we cherish our women and children, Sergio treats them as his own personal slaves. Torturing, beating, and using them for his own sick and sadistic pleasure. Many women have escaped with their children to our territory, and we’ve provided protection for them. No woman or child deserves the treatment Sergio Sagan dishes out. And for what? He thrives on power, control, and uses fear to his advantage.
Naturally, Sky would have had to grow up strong. Seeing her reaction to that, soon to be dead, piece of shit was something I was not prepared for. I need to know what happened between the two of them, and tonight sounds like the perfect night to do so.
Pulling out my phone, I dial Finn. He answers on the first ring.
“Whatcha got for me?” Finn is always waiting for his next job. The man is like the energizer bunny, always wanting, or rather needing, to fuck shit up.
“I need you to tap Damien’s phone today. I need to know his plans for the day and where he’ll be.” I waste no time.
“I’m on it,” he replies with a cheerful laugh. I can picture him smiling through the phone.
“Finn, give me back my keys right fucking now!”
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” I ask as Frieda continues yelling at Finn.
“Nah, you’re good, man. Just a little misunderstanding with my sweet little sis about who she thinks she can spend her time with.”
“Finn! He’s my study partner for class!”
“Is that what you call him?” Finn says back to her. “Think again, princess.” The slam of a door rings through the line,followed by the banging from what I assume is Frieda now being locked in her room.
“Women, am I right?” Finn says to me.
“Let me know what you find with Damien.”
“Got it.” Finn disconnects the line, but not before I hear him tell Frieda she’s not seeing whoever Jason is. Pocketing my cell, I smile at how truly fucked up Finn and Frieda’s relationship is. I kind of feel bad for Frieda—kind of. I understand where he’s coming from though. Protecting your family is top priority. Frieda has no chance of ever seeing or being with a man when it comes to having Finn as her brother. Lucky for her, she not only has to worry about Finn but also his twin brother Brooks. Double trouble for sweet Frieda.
For the next few hours, Saint and I get together our plan for taking down Damien. We go over where we’re going to take him, what torture tactics we’re going to use (my favorite part), and where we plan to dispose of him after we’ve eliminated him.