6. Rueben

Rueben

W hen Tyson and Jasper told me what we were doing on Christmas Eve, I had a moment when I thought they were also on the verge of madness. I accepted hunting bitches in the forest because I had nothing better to do, and I was also intrigued by the entire concept. Sounds more like a Halloween night than something related to Christmas, but trust the Dukes to turn everything into something resembling a horror movie. Being so close to giving in and letting my demon consume me, the pain and suffering of others brings me joy.

Many of the Lords think Reyes Ortiz, a Lord who belongs to another blood-brothers group, is fucked up in the head because they don’t know the dark desires that reside in my heart. I like to think that I’m worse than him.

Nothing gets me harder than a bitch crying while I fuck her. I wasn’t always like this, but it took only one fucking bitch to alter me forever.

Olivia ‘Disease Cunt’ Deymar.

Never in a million years would I have guessed that the woman my blood-brothers and I caught to have fun with would be Olivia, the person I loathe with every cell of my body and the person I swore to make pay for taking my sister away from me.

Camila was amazing. She made anyone’s life better just by being in it. When she told me about her new friend, Olivia, and that she was the daughter of Senator Deymar, I told her to be careful because the Dukes are not to be trusted. But I fell for Olivia’s charms, too, as she was a very bubbly person and always had a smile on her face. It will be my pleasure to break her, and when she has no more tears left and begs me on her knees to put an end to her miserable existence, I will finally plunge a knife deep into her heart.

Olivia was supposed to be far away from the States. Maybe she returned, or maybe she never left. There was a rumor a few years ago that she was a pornai in the Celestial Heaven. From her state, I’m starting to believe it is true.

Olivia’s body slumps forward, and I let her fall, but not before I check for a pulse, fearing Ansel kicked her so hard he killed her, robbing me of my vengeance.

Jasper runs his hand through his hair. “This is not what I had in mind when I planned this.”

Mose keeps pointing the flashlight at Olivia. “Bet you only thought about catching some chick and fucking her in the snow before taking her home to be our Lady.”

Tyson kicks the snow. “The plan would have worked if the women were healthy and not ruined by other men.” He throws a glance at Olivia. “This one is worse than any other woman. She is a criminal.”

Jasper picks Olivia up in his arms. “Are you sure she is the one who killed your sister?”

“You think I wouldn’t recognize the bitch who destroyed everything around me?”

The day after Camila’s burial, my mother took her own life, and my father drowned his pain in alcohol, leaving me the sole person responsible for bringing to justice the one who destroyed not only my family but my life as well.

“Did she ever tell you why she did it?” Jasper asks.

“You think I care why she did it!? The only thing I care about is making her suffer for not only killing my sister but breaking my parents’ hearts.”

Women screaming and begging for their lives can be heard coming from behind the trees, followed by men laughing.

“We should return to the farm.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” The loss of his first blood-brothers makes Jasper question every decision I make, not wanting history to repeat itself.

Knowing how badly Jasper wants a family, I say, dangling the carrot in front of him, “Once I am done with Olivia, we can start the family we dreamed of.”

A Lady to warm up my bed and children to fill the house with laughter had been the wish of a much younger me. I no longer want those things; I only want to make Olivia pay so I can finally find peace.

Jasper glances down at Olivia. Her body is covered in bruises and cuts. Looks like I am not the only one with a vendetta against her. “Fine. But I only ask that you don’t kill her until she tells us what she knows about her father or Carlos de la Torre.”

A rumble coming from my demon lets me know he agrees with Jasper.

“What makes you think she knows anything about Carlos?” Tyson asks.

“Just a hunch,” replies Jasper. “Most of the women Malaky brought here tonight are former pornais. If Olivia was in the Celestial Heaven, she might have useful information for us about Carlos.”

It didn’t even cross my mind that Olivia might know anything about Carlos, but Jasper’s demon can ‘sense’ things. Reyes and his blood-brothers are looking for Carlos after he tortured Reyes’s woman and put the videos of her being humiliated during one of the Dukes’ gatherings all over the internet. It took the Elders and one of the best hackers, Cirro, about a week to eliminate those videos not only from the internet but also from any phone that had them saved up.

“Besides, Carlos and Senator Deymar are very close. Not to mention, we can use her to blackmail her father,” Jasper adds.

I never thought about using the Diseased Cunt to bring down her father. He is responsible for many Lords’ deaths. If my hunch is right, he is the one behind Iago and Samir’s deaths. But taking him down has proven to be more difficult than many Lords expected.

“Her father doesn’t care about her,” Tyson says.

“True, but imagine how his political career would be affected if we leak videos of her on the internet sucking our cocks.” After a few moments, Jasper adds, “Think of what the Dukes will say when they see Olivia riding us and begging for our cum. What do you think will happen when videos of us fucking her in the dirt like the whore she is, appear all over the internet? He will lose face. It might be the only way to take him down.”

The loathing I have for this woman makes me sick when thinking about fucking her, but Jasper might have a point. More than that. To publicly humiliate him, to let everyone know that he and his family got away with many crimes. Senator Deymar has an impeccable political career, and despite all the attempts made by the Elders to find something in his personal life that would make him renounce his seat, nothing ever came to light. From the outside, he has the perfect life and family, but I know the truth, especially about Olivia. Her crime has been covered up, and a lie about her going to study in Europe had been told to the press a few days after Camila’s death.

I am not particularly happy about this, but if fucking Olivia is what it takes to bring down her father, I will endure her presence in my house for the time being. As much as I want her dead, I don’t want to make rushed decisions.

Not to mention, Senator Deymar is friends with Carlos, and I am sure that in exchange for keeping my mouth closed about his daughter being my bitch, he will tell me where Carlos is hiding. Then when a Lord takes the place of Senator Deymar, I will kill Olivia.

I waited six years. I can wait for a few more months while I will torment her daily.

“If she is going to help us, we can’t have her take any more drugs. Her father can accuse us of kidnapping her and fucking her against her will,” I say.

Tyson furrows his brow. “What do you mean?”

“That we are going to make the Dukes believe Olivia is our personal bitch,” I answer while thinking of buying a professional camera for when we fuck her, so her face will be nice and clear in the video.

Tyson throws me a disgusted look.

Snow starts to fall from the sky, and while the cold doesn’t bother me that much, the bitch looks like she will take her last breath any moment now.

We head to where we parked the minivan.

“Are you sure about this?” Ansel asks me.

While Jasper’s demon is the strongest in our group, he let me be the leader, so I am the one who makes important decisions, from what missions we accept from the Elders to the bitches we gangbang.

Ansel and Mose have been quiet until now because they don’t really care who they fuck as long she has a hole between her legs. Both know how much I hate Olivia, since they have been my friends for years. Tyson moved here from Wyoming when he started his sophomore year, and while I was a senior back then, we quickly became friends since he also played football.

“What option do I have? With Carlos still out there and the Dukes killing more of ours, sacrifices must be made,” I reply. My duty as a Lord comes before anything, even my thirst for vengeance. This way of thinking is the only thing that keeps me going.

“You want her to become our Lady?”

Mose’s question makes me laugh.

“Just because I am close to losing the battle with the darkness doesn’t mean that I have lost my mind.” Jerking my head in Jasper’s direction, I say, “She will never be our Lady, just our bitch, to do what we want with her—fuck her, torture her, break her, make her fall in love with us, and have her heart broken when we fuck some other bitch in front of her, you name it.”

A bitch with her legs open lays in the snow, her neck broken. Mose points the flashlight in her direction for a moment.

“I don’t want to take part in this, whatever the fuck this is,” Tyson says. “You want to take her home and fuck her, then put videos of her on the internet, your call, but I would rather focus my attention on other things.”

Tyson has always been strange when it comes to women. He likes to know them first before he fucks them. Even the pornai at the Blood Lodge. It’s not like his dick doesn’t get up when a woman has her lips wrapped around it, but he enjoys it more if he at least knows her name.

“Other things being your books?” Mose snickers.

“It’s better than her pussy,” Tyson says. “Have you seen the state of it, all red and swollen? Not to talk about her ass. Nah, I would rather not touch her.”

Ansel shrugs. “Pussy is pussy. If Malaky and his men fucked her last night, God knows what they did to her. I bet the bruises and the cuts are also from them. Once she is not sore anymore, we will fuck her daily.”

Ansel has always had a high libido. He will fuck any woman who opens her legs for him.

“When she is free of drugs and her wounds healed, I am sure she will look a lot better,” Jasper chimes in.

I snort. “Drugs or not, she will still look like a bitch.”

To fuck her, I will for sure need to be as high as I can be so that I won’t remember she is responsible for the ruin of my family.

We move fast, not wanting to bump into any of the men taking part in the hunt. Many of them are Dukes, and while a truce is held tonight, I don’t want to risk losing Olivia. Her father has been a pain in the ass for far too long, being protected not only by the Pathriacts, which are like the Elders, but also by normal humans. The laws he proposed and passed in the past few years have been affecting many Lord families.

The Dukes started a new war years ago, but instead of using guns, like they did in WWI and WWII, they are using new tactics. Too bad the Elders refuse to see it. The time for the Lords to strike back has come, but we will be banging on their front door, not fighting from the shadows, like the Dukes do.

We cross paths with some Dukes and even a few groups of blood-brothers, women thrown over their shoulders. I ignore them. I want to get the hell out of here. Olivia’s lips are turning blue, and while I want nothing more than for her to die, she will do it on my terms, not hers.

I fish the keys from my pocket before I see the minivan.

“Mose, check her pulse,” I say as I unlock the minivan and open the driver’s seat.

“I’m a chef, not a doctor,” Mose complains.

He always does that.

“You went to medical school for three years,” Jasper reminds him.

“Still doesn’t mean I know what I am doing,” Mose huffs.

I get behind the wheel, Tyson in the passenger seat, while the others hop in the backseats. We remove our masks and moments later, I head home.

My gaze goes to the rearview mirror.

A universal key to open any handcuffs is in the glove compartment, and Tyson gives it to Mose.

Jasper puts Olivia between him and Mose and removes her handcuffs and t-shirt.

The word whore is carved on her stomach, the scars red and ugly. From what I heard, the Dukes do this to their pornais so that they will never forget what they are.

So Olivia Deymar, a pornai. Fitting.

Mose checks Olivia’s wounds, including her ribs. A nasty bruise is forming along them. I punched her so hard I felt her bones crack beneath my fists, but I’m sure Ansel broke them completely when he kicked her. It felt so good to know I was finally punishing the one who took my little sister away from me. If not for Jasper, I wouldn’t have stopped until she was six feet under.

Mose always complains that he doesn’t know shit when it comes to taking care of wounds, but during missions, he is the one to patch us up if we get injured.

“The wounds are not too deep, and they should heal without any issues. From the way she is breathing, I am sure one of her lungs is punctured,” Mose lets us know.

I figured that when she started coughing blood.

“Do you think we need to call Maddox to have a look at her?” Jasper wants to know.

“I will keep an eye on her, but I don’t think her life is in serious danger,” Mose replies.

I drum my thumbs on the wheel. “Good. How long do you think it will take for her to heal?”

“Dunno man, a few weeks? A month? Both you and Ansel hit her pretty hard, and between her drug abuse and her being very skinny…I am surprised she is still alive.”

Tyson turns on the radio, and my favorite song starts to play.

The farm is half an hour away from the city, and I step on the gas, wanting to get home and get some sleep. The past few weeks have been very stressful, and I’ve barely slept at all. Plus, I left Diva in my room, not wanting to risk her following us. She hates being left alone for too long.

When we make it home, Jasper takes Olivia out of the van.

“I will take her to the guest house,” he says.

One of the rooms is soundproof with bars on the windows, and the door can only be opened with a password.

“I am going to help you tie her to the bed,” I tell him.

Jasper throws me a confused look. “Why would you want to tie her to the bed?”

“The lack of drugs might drive her to self-harm.” Not that I care about what happens to her, but I don’t want to risk her taking her own life before I am done with her.

Jasper shrugs, and we go to the guest house while the others enter the main house.

The guest house is cold– we don’t heat it since no one really uses it. I open the room in which Olivia will stay until the drugs are out of her system, and Jasper enters and puts her on the bed. Some old shirts we don’t use anymore are in the closet, and Jasper eases one onto her while I look for rope or handcuffs. Since the room was designed with the idea of ‘special guests’ in mind, I left a few useful things in the closet. I don’t fear she will reach them, since she will be tied to the bed.

I find a few pairs of handcuffs, and after grabbing a blanket, I walk over to the bed. The headboard has metal bars so immobilizing Olivia will be easy. I grab her right hand, and suddenly, her eyes pop open—they look like those of a trapped animal. She starts screaming and kicking, and her free hand flies to my face, her fingernails digging into my flesh, drawing blood.

I slap her across her right cheek, and she freezes.

“Stupid Diseased Cunt,” I snarl. Without any regard for her broken ribs, I flip her onto her stomach. “Jasper, hold her.”

“What are you going to do?” he asks as his palm on her lower back prevents her from moving. He might be out of commission because of his bad knee, but he is the strongest of all five of us. Plus, he does exercise regularly and all the work he does around the farm keeps him fit.

I remove my belt. “Teach her a lesson,” I say as my belt lands on her thighs, hard.