Page 13 of Tortured Souls
“Want me to go get it? I don’t mind.”
“Ever the gentleman, but I can get it, just stay by my car. I’ll be two seconds.” I smile at her response. She’s good. I’ll give her that. I wait until I hear the bar doors close behind her and give the parking lot a quick scan. There’s nobody, just him and me.
“Damien, long time no see,” I say as I stand to my full height behind him. Damien is in the middle of lighting a cigarette when he turns towards me, but I don’t wait for his response. I lift my hand and plunge the needle I had ready into his neck, depressing the plunger and filling this piece of shit with a heavy dose of tranquilizer. I filled the syringe with more drugs than necessary, but rage will do that, and there was no way I was going to fuck this opportunity up.
Damien hits the pavement with a loud thud, and I step back just in time for him to miss colliding with my feet. I pull out my keys and quickly pop my trunk before I grab his legs and start dragging him to the back of my car. This fucker is heavy, and as I struggle to pull him the short distance to my trunk. I silently curse myself for not drugging him closer to my car.
It takes all my strength to lift Damien’s upper body up and across my tailgate. With half his body in the trunk, I bend down, grabbing his legs, and hoist him the rest of the way in. I’m fucking sweating but pat myself on the back that I was actually able to lift his dead weight. I slam the trunk closed as I swipe my hands together, smiling at a job well done.
“Well, this was quite a show to watch, tesoro.” Before I can turn around, thick arms wrap around my waist and hoist me in the air, pinning my arms to my sides. I’m spun in the air, comingface-to-face with the only person who could possibly ruin my plans for revenge.
Saxon fucking Wilder.
Which means the person currently rendering me immobile in a vise grip is none other than his guard dog, Saint.
Perfect.
SAXON
“Well, I can’t saythisis what I was expecting,” Saint says from the driver’s seat, his hand raised and motioning towards Sky through the windshield. His tone is full of shock after we watched Sky stab a needle into the side of Damien’s neck, successfully knocking him the fuck out. While I’m impressed, I’m also feeling something more along the lines of awestruck. This woman is me but in female form. My cock is starting to strain against my jeans. Am I turned on? Yes, yes, I am.
“Little killer,” I whisper, laughing to myself, and quietly open my door. Giving Saint a look to follow me. While Sky isdistracted by dragging Damien’s body towards her trunk, Saint and I make our way around the parked vehicles in the lot until we’re standing directly behind her Mazda and wait for her to finish loading up her victim.
As soon as Sky slams her trunk closed, I nudge Saint’s arm, and he immediately grabs Sky in a bear hug and spins her around so she’s face-to-face with me.
“Hello, tesoro.” Stepping up so we are practically nose to nose, she stops fighting against Saint’s hold. Her eyes give her away, they always do. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear, then curl my fingers around her nape, holding her face to mine. I rest my forehead against hers and whisper, “Thank you for making this so much easier for me.”
Her eyes go wide, realization setting in. Looking over her head, I give Saint a nod and he squeezes Sky a little tighter to help with what I’m about to do. Pulling a rag from my back pocket, I also retrieve a little white bottle from my vest pocket and saturate the rag. All while Sky watches my every move. She’s not fighting though. She stays still in Saint’s arms; not like she would be able to escape his hold anyway. When I finish with the rag, I lock eyes with her. Fuck, she’s beautiful. The enemy always is.
“Saxon, please. Please don’t do this,” she pleads with me, but this is going to happen whether she likes it or not.
“Sorry, baby.” I lift my hand, bringing the cloth to her face.
“Please, please don’t take this from me!”
“Shhhhh.” I place my hand with the cloth over her nose and mouth. It doesn’t take long. Rapidly, Sky’s body relaxes in Saint’s arms, her body going completely limp.
“Put her in the back of her car and follow me to the basement.” Saint doesn’t respond, he just moves, doing exactly what I ask of him. As he buckles Sky in the back seat, I climb intothe driver’s seat and angle the rearview mirror so I can keep my eyes on her.
It doesn’t take long to get to the basement. Rather, a room the boys and I built for instances like this. Underground, in the depths of my family’s property and concealed by the forest. Saint and I drive the small dirt path until we reach the trapdoor. If you didn’t already know it was here, you’d never suspect it. I step out of Sky’s car, and Saint does the same with his vehicle and approaches the trapdoor, lifting it up and letting it drop to the earth, exposing a long stairwell.
“Is she coming down here too?”
“Where else would she be going?” My tone is a little harsher than intended.
“You sure you want her to see this place, is all I’m asking.”
“You’d be surprised at what this girl does in her free time.” No one knows that Sky is a killer, but I think tonight Saint is going to realize just how fucked up she really is.
“Right, whatever that means.” Saint leaves me and walks around the back of Sky’s car, popping the trunk and lifting Damien up and over his shoulder like he doesn’t weigh a fucking pound. I grab Sky from the back and the pair of us make our way down the long staircase, down a short hall, and through another door that opens up into ‘the basement.’ After Saint ties Damien to the chair we have bolted to the concrete floor in the middle of the room, he goes back and shuts the first door, concealing the staircase and leaving us invisible to the rest of the world.
I gently place Sky in another chair we have sitting in the corner of the room and wait for Saint to come back. I go around the room, flipping on the little lights we have positioned in each corner and the one that hangs above our worktable that’s lining the back wall. The door slams closed behind Saint, the noise echoing around the room. As if planned, Sky and Damien startlein their chairs, both peeling their eyes open as they slowly adjust to the lights above.
It’s Sky who talks first, her breathing picking up as she locks eyes on the man she drugged just an hour prior. Standing up in a rush, she takes two steps before I grab her by her hair and stop her in her tracks. She yells at the sudden pain I’m sure is exploding across her scalp and turns in my grip so she’s facing me.
“Saxon, what the hell! What is this place? Why did you—” I place my pointer finger over her lips, silencing her.
“Shhh, just calm the hell down for one fucking second.” She’s clawing at my hand that’s tangled in her hair as she tries to loosen my grip on her.