Page 9 of Deviants
She had this idea in her head that she would be the next Tiffany, and it was about time she realized it was never going to happen.
“That looks like it hurts.” I nodded to her bloody palm. She made a low keening noise and continued to sob. “The next time you touch me, I’ll take off the whole fucking hand. You should thank me for being in a semi-good mood today and not killing you here and now.”
I stood up and tucked the gun away. No one stopped to stare at what I was doing. Everybody continued milling around, getting ready for what came next and keeping watch over me like junkyard guard dogs high on meth.
“I can cauterize this. Go handle shit,” Cobra said, already pulling Beth towards the fire where two of the corpses were burning.
I wasn’t going to object. I needed some peace but that wasn’t likely to happen. The rage I constantly felt simmering beneath my surface was close to erupting.
All because of one damn girl.
“We’ll find her again,” Grimm said, falling into step beside me.
I had no doubt she would be found. The issue was her being out in the woods with Tito of all fucking people. He was no better than his sister. It didn’t help that he knew I was the one who had indirectly killed her. How it eluded me that he was the one who could have sent Cali was another major fuck up on my end.
The past was the past, though, and shit could be done to change it. Focusing on my present would secure my future. I needed to get everything back on track—and fast.
That included getting my girl back before Tito opened his mouth and spilled his guts.
Cali only knew partial truths of sordid secrets about everything and everyone.
I’d weaved my wicked web so thoroughly for a reason. I could only imagine the thoughts already spinning around her psychotic little head.
“I know,” I finally responded to Grimm, pausing to look down at the naked woman still lying on the ground. Her clit was engorged and discharge was pooling between her legs.
I didn’t feel an ounce of remorse. I didn’t believe in mercy so no one would be given if they fucked with me. It was the way I’d always done things.
Now I was no longer making my moves behind a curtain of obscurity, word could spread as a reminder that the Badlands wasmydomain. The time had come to restore some order and get rid of all the motherfuckers who mistakenly thought I liked to share.
“Toss her in the flames, too,” I commanded the man closest to me before walking off again.
Grimm remained diligently beside me, keeping silent. He knew my mind had wandered straight back to Cali.
Time apart hadn’t lessened whatever the fuck was between us. It made it stronger. That was a good thing; it solidified that it was real and not fleeting.
Something was different about her. She was so close to breaking free of her chrysalis. I felt it. I saw it in her eyes, and it was about fucking time. There was a demonic beast that lived inside every single one of us. It lurked in the darkest parts of the human mind, locked away in fear of judgment or ostracization.
I had only ever known how to let that motherfucker rein free. Cali’s was dormant, slowly coming alive, clawing and tearing away at the part of her mind trying to restrain it to a dark iron cell.
When it fully emerged, my beautiful girl would desire only chaos and anarchy.
I ignored Beth’s screams as Cobra held her hand in the fire, and I didn’t look back to see my acolytes loyally trailing after me.
I had to get Cali’s ass back where she belonged.
A king wasn’t shit without his queen.
CHAPTER FIVE
Hegrabbed my ass without permission, so I bit him.
That got him to let me go and remove his straying hands—two birds, one stone. I closed my mouth around his shoulder and clamped down on the flesh, throwing in a growl for added effect.
I was airborne the second he managed to dislodge me. I hit the ground with an“oomph,”losing the air in my lungs just as a scream echoed through the trees, sending a wave of black crows with it.
“What is wrong with you?!” Tito yelled at me, covering the spot where my teeth marks glistened.
“You should be asking yourself that question,” I retorted, pushing myself up off the ground. “I told you to put me down, not throw me.”
