Page 80 of Equilibrium
I slid lower, sat on top of his thighs, and started unbuttoning his jeans. “No!” he wailed as I reached inside, feeling the smooth skin above his dick, not one hair in place. Would you look at that? He actually groomed.
“Don’t... I’m begging you!”
“Just tell me who you worked with and she might stop.” Storm laughed above him, taunting him, waiting for an answer. I knew he wanted to know who fucked with the club, but I could see he enjoyed watching this.
“Never!” He was a stubborn mule. “I will never tell you.”
Jesus. Tone down the fucking screaming, dude.
“Ophelia.” Storm glanced at me, then at Fuckface’s flappy dick earning a grin from me. Ah, he wasn’t circumcised. I pulled the excess skin, looking between him and Storm, smiling from ear to ear.
“No. No!” I think he was a parrot in his previous life. Dude just kept repeating the same word over and over again.
“Oh yes.” I placed the dagger where the head of his dick began and pressed, drawing a circle around, cutting the skin off. Storm winced, Sam screamed, and I laughed as the blood coated his pants.
“Fuuuuuck!”
I pulled at the skin still attached to his dick and dove back in, cutting more until it became nothing more but a wobbly thing in my hand. Sam’s breathing was becoming shallow, his eyes started closing, and I knew we were about to lose him.
Pressing against the raw tissue on his dick, I dug my nails deep, earning another painful howl from him.
“He said... He... Oh my God.”
“Who said what?” Storm asked as Sam deliriously spoke the words.
“Watch your back, Prez.” He looked at him. “The snakes are everywhere.”
Snakes? Wait.
“Which snakes?” Storm shook him as he started slipping into an unconscious state. “Which fucking snakes?”
Sam’s eyes snapped open, a smile forming on his face. “The Nightingales.”
The name felt like poison in my ears. The mere mention drawing out everything they did to me and knowing that this idiot worked with them behind Storm’s back left a bitter feeling in my chest.
Before Storm could ask another question, I slammed the dagger into Sam’s cheek, digging it all the way to the handle. He started choking, unable to fully open his mouth, and I pulled out the dagger, letting the blood flow freely from his mouth.
“Ophelia!” Storm’s voice registered somewhere in the back of my mind, but that God forsaken name kept ringing in my ears, bringing back the memories of all the shit they put me through. “Stop!”
But I couldn’t stop.
As Sam opened his mouth, I dug the dagger deep, hitting the back of his throat. He gurgled on the blood that started flowing, and as seconds passed, the thrashing and moaning stopped.
I wished my memories could stop like that.
“You have traitors in the club, Storm.” I didn’t want to look at him, but if what Sam said was true, we had bigger problems than him not mentioning me to Storm. “And that could be a major fucking problem.”
“I know.” He nodded.
“I’m sorry for…” I pointed to the mess beneath me. “But he mentioned them, and I—”
“Hey.” He placed a hand on my cheek. “It’s okay. I get it. At least I know who he’d been working with, now I just need to see how deep this shit went. Alright?”
He moved back, rounded the table, and pulled me off Sam’s body. “Let’s just go home,” he murmured against my hair.
Three Months Later
“Truth or dare?”Zoe smiled, looking straight at me.
