Chapter 133
Alyssa
You’re the reason Finchere,” Chirt Phillips sneers, his bloodshot eyes filled with hatteras he struggles to lift his heal feeble effort before his body shops back against the wall like a backen pampert. “Vou stupid bitch! Tell them ”
chamos rattle with his
The words die in his throat as King’s kaste slices clean across his chest. The cut is precise, shallow enough to hurt but deejeenough to make sure he knows who’s in col Philligs lers out a guttural serram, the wind ran with pain.
I don’t flusch, not even a
Even though that jooked like it fucking buri, Tus clone feeling sympathy for monsters.
King tilts his head, his voice a ko growl that hums with a deally calm. Watch your fucking mouth when you speak to her. That’s the only warning
Phillips gasps for air, his churst rising and falling as blood trails down his torso. His gaze shifts back to me, a laker of desperation masked by a sneer. “I don’t know what the fuck you told them, but Fin innocent. Tell them to let me go
I can’t help the baiter Lough that rapes me. Tocent before or after you for me back is the hands of my husband who you knew was abusing me? Whos hit me right in front of you while you just stood there and Langhed?” I step closer, my voice rising as my anger buns through any bestation I might have had wi I walkeilin heir. Telline, Chief—was all of this worth the nonry!“.
Hs face bristę emotions flashing too quickly to read before settling back inne tage. “You really dunk these animals can protect youd Silay Carter is your husband’s father, the man who gave him the lash monry to give tacone” His lips curl into a cruel sick. “And let me tell you suething, linde gul. He’s got enough cash and pull to wipe out this whole gang without even lifting a finger”
The pit in my stomach open wide, swallowing me whole. Why hadn’t I thought of Silas? baar’s father, with his leering smiles and predatory. glances that always made my skin stand every time we were in the same moin. Til brenso focused on bar and his sisake of a mother that fil completely forgotten about the man who bankrolled their lives.
bar has never had a good relationship with him, but desperation makes people bend over and give up all their morals. If Isaac feels comered, he’ll run to Silas, and that asshole won’t hesitate to ciran up his mess, fachiding killing all of us.
King steps forwan, sensing the tremor of fear on trying to suppress. He crouches in front of Phillips, his presence cutting through my spiraling. thoughts. “We still need that list, Gary,” he says, his voice a vebert blade. “Are you finally going to give it up, or do you still need more convincing!
Phillips barks out a hoarse Lough that ends in a wet cough. “Fuck you! he spits. “Do you really think this is the worst I’ve been thought I was in the fucking special forces. You’re an amateur,“
I’m guessing he will doesn’t know who King really is because he’s far from an amateut
King’s chuckle is a low, rumbling sound, dark enough to make the hair on the lack of my neck stand on end. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
He moves to the tool cabinet to the right of six, casually opening a draser and sifting through as contents like he’s deciding what wine to pair with dinner. Phillips turns has attention to me, his voice dropping to a hiss, though Tim pretty sure King can still hear him. “Even if I’m killed, all these thugs will either go to prison or die. Do you really want to join them!” When I just stare at him, he continues. “If you call the cops and tell them where they’re holding me, I’ll tell them you were corrced. You’ll walk away clean. No pill time”
King doesn’t even look up, but his laught is razor–sharp. “Self–preservation doesn’t suit you, Cary, If you really think she’s gonna help you, you’re more stupid than I thought.” He straightens, haliling ous a gleaming pair of pliers in one band.
What the hell is he planning to do with those
Then, in an instant, he’s behind me. His body presses against mine, his lips ghosting over the shell of my ear. “She’s mine,” he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive. He licks a slow trail up my neck, and I can’t stop the man that escapes me, loud and shameless. “And she’s such a good fucking girl for me”
My knees nearly buckle as heat floods my body. This is definitely some kind of foreplay for him.
King cups my jaw, tilting my face up to meet his. Has amber eyes barn, mohen with sin and ownership. “Do you wanna do the honors, baby!”
The knife is cold in my hand as he holds it cut tu me
“Yes,” I breathe without hesitation
His stuck is sinful behind the mask. He wraps his hand around mine, tightening my grip on the kuite as he captures my lips in a searing kiss. Don’t || hold back he growls, his voice vibrating against my mouth.
Itum towards Phillips, the adrenaline roaring in my veins like a battle cry. My mind races–what if I cut too deep! What if I accidentally kill him
joo soon and ruin any chance we have of linding out the name of the female rookie that helped me when no one else would!
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Chapter 133
King shifts behind me, his hands sliding over my shoulders as has lips, brush my ear again. “Vatre overthinking it, kitten‘ This tonichi slowly mietei down, resting over my belly. A protective caress
Phillips glares at me, but there’s a smugness in his gare that says he doesn’t believe I’ll go through with this
Shut. I don’t think I can either. I don’t even know what I’m doing
But one thing for sure is that I came here tonight to become stranges, to pa pod my fears and let goofing past self, So, I have to try, at leas
Trust me. You can do this king murmurs, his voice coaxing, patient. “Lei me show you
Phillips eyes widen as King guides my hand foran, pressing the tip of the blade to the flesh of his chrck. I can tell he wants to jerk away, baji lie stays still, knowing even a small movement could make this so much worse.
Wait Don’-”
“Quiet.” King growls, his tone slicing through the room like a blade of its own.
I feel the pressure increase as king pushes me hand, the blade sliding through skin with a sickening rase. Phillips screants again, tears and smot dripping down his face as we carve a “C” into his cheek.
The sound of his pain sends a thrill through me, unexpected but undeniable. My heart hammers against my ribonge as I watch the blond well up when King and I carve the next letter-“R“. The outs aren’t deep but they’re slow enough to ensure Phillips stays conscious through every second of
When we finish, I take a step back to admire our handwork
“CR” I whisper, satisfaction blooming in my chest. Crimson Reapers.
For the first time. I feel like I’m truly a part of their cisted family.
“Good girl,” King praises, taking the knife from my hand and tarnag the to face him. His amber eyes lilage behind the mask, full of dark pride as he cups my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks. “You’re fucking perfect, you knee that?”
1 definitely don’t feel perfect, but I feel strong, in control. Alive
“Do you want to keep going? If not, I can take over
As much as I want to find out how creative my man can get, now that my blood is pumping, Inccil more
More of his fear. His pain.
His screams that bounce off the calls and go nowhere in this soundproof garage.
“I can keep going.” I finally reply, my voice steady. My gaze flicks to the table of instruments beside us. “That I want to use that.” I point to the pliers.
guest”
King’s smirk deepens. “Be my gurd”
1 step past him, picking up the pliers, the weight solid in my hand. When I turn back to Phillips, he’s gritting his teeth, his voice trembling with
“You don’t have
to do
to this, he pleads, his tone low and urgent, like he’s trying to reason with a wild animal. “This isn’t you. You’re not like them”
I smile, though the darkness of it feel foreign to me. “You don’t know a damn thing about me, asshole. I’m not the same woman you met when i begged you to help me. Begged you to do your fucking jobs and honor your badge. Now, I’ll show you what it feels like in beg for help that won’t
Damn. Where the hell did all of this come from?
I sound like a villain monologuing in an anime but why does it feel so fucking right?
Like I now have the power that I’ve been looking for since Isaxe first stripped it away.
ng it until his lips part with a pained gasp. Then, I force the pliers into his musih, grabbing hold of a molar and yanking
1 grip Phillips‘ jaw, squeezing it until it with all my strength.
He thrashes against the chains, screaming around the tool as I pull. Mood pools instantly in his month, and the tooth does come out clean—it snaps midway, pagged and cruel.
Yeah, I’m really not cut out to be a dentist. This is kinda gross
As he sobs, sputtering around the blood, I stare at the broken tooth between the pliers, Crimson streaks drip down nty wrist, but I barely notier
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