4. Olivia

Olivia

J ason drives around for hours while telling me how he’ll punish me when we get home. I’m counting on that because I’m trying to devise a plan that will end with both Jason and my father dead. First, I need to get Mose out from wherever my father took him. And for that, I need to play my cards very carefully.

Leo keeps his hand on my thigh, but so far, he hasn’t forced me to suck him. Good, because I would have bitten his dick off. I’m tired of men forcing me to fuck them. But until my father and brother are dead, I have to play by the rules. That means riding and sucking cocks while being high as fuck. I just have to be careful not to lose myself in the process, like I did before. Back then, I didn’t really have a choice, but I’m no longer that Olivia. If I learned anything from my time away, it’s to wait for the right moment to strike.

Levi is dead.

His death will be avenged. And the others as well. I’ll make sure of it.

Tyson and Jasper don’t want to see me anymore. It’s better this way. There is nothing to be said between us anyway. Seeing me will only remind them that I’m the cause of their friends getting killed because I hid the daggers from my father. I don’t regret doing so, I only regret involving others in my shit.

The drugs given to me were not strong enough to numb me, but they were enough to quiet the voice in my head so I could calm down and think of my next steps. Before I was reckless and only wanted to mourn what I lost, which led to years of suffering, but this time, I won’t let my brother cage me again. I’ll kill him before he does that to me. This time, I have to be strong and hide my pain deep inside my heart.

Rueben and the others don’t want me at the farm anymore. Jason is right; I’m disposable, but I already knew that I’d never have a happy ending. It’s a good thing I didn’t take the daggers with me. With a bit of luck, Ansel will figure out how to use them. Maybe he can use them to take down Carlos or my father in case I fail.

It is past midday by the time Jason leaves the city and drives to the desert. My heart starts to beat faster. He wouldn’t!

An hour later, much to my surprise and anger, he parks the car near the medical facility.

My stomach drops. I thought he would take me to our father, but trust Jason to do just one thing right in his life. He has a way of fucking up things at the last moment.

“Come on, Azael is waiting for you,” Jason tells me as he gets out of the car.

Shit.

Shit.

Jason never acts out of character, and this is definitely not normal. But taking me to Azael? This is a low blow even for him.

I open the door. “I thought you’d take me home. Please, I’ll be really good,” I plead with Jason.

My brother pinches the bridge of his nose before barking at me, “Don’t make me drag you by your hair.”

Not wanting to cause a scene right here, I get out of the car and follow my brother. Sean and Leo walk behind me. What do they think that I’m going to do? Run? I won’t get too far since my toes hurt and I lost one of my slippers when I rushed out of the farm.

The guards recognize my brother and we are let inside without being questioned by anyone. I guess being the son of the great Senator Deymar has its perks. One of them is always getting away with crimes.

The facility is almost the same as it was six years ago when I was first brought here. It still reeks of hate and fear. In the beginning, I thought it was the experiments that feared the doctors, but it is only now that I realize that it is the other way around. Interesting. Maybe I can use this to my advantage. In the end, when Carlos had me fuck the experiments, I always made sure to treat them with kindness. I’m sure more than one will remember me—and even help me if need be.

Jason takes me directly to Azael’s office. I let my brother deal with bureaucracy while I try to memorize things about this place, like how many steps from the stairs until we reach the office or how many Dukes guard it. Four. Some details might seem useless, but I’m sure they will come in handy later on.

“You may enter,” one of the guards says as he holds the door open for us.

I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Azael before, but the thought of meeting the angel who betrayed Lucifer doesn’t make me nervous. I’m just curious to know what kind of person he is. Everything I’ve heard about him portrays him as the ultimate monster, but I bet things are way worse.

Once inside, the door is closed and locked behind us.

Sean and Leo look around the office nervously while I focus on the man dressed all in white sitting behind a modern desk. His face is a blur, and I blink several times until I realize he must be using technology to keep his identity hidden. Smart thing to do. At least his wings are visible. They are white as the snow and twisted at some strange angles, making me wonder if someone tried to rip them off his back. Too bad they didn’t chop off his head. Then I wouldn’t be here, but instead on my way to save Mose.

“We have her,” Jason tells Azael.

We have her?

This was all planned?

Fucking traitor! But seriously, what did I expect from my brother?

Azael stands. Behind me, Leo and Sean take a step back. It’s good to know they are afraid of something or someone, even if that someone is Azael. Jason pushes me forward.

“You’re not scared of me,” Azael says.

Keeping my gaze on the floral pattern on the carpet, I chose my words wisely. “Respect is stronger than fear.”

Jason yanks me by my hair and punches me in the face. “Are you fucking stupid or what?”

The punch leaves me dizzy, and Azael pulls a chair for me and has me sit.

“I think the stupid one here is you,” Azael says to Jason. “Especially for touching my property without my permission. In normal circumstances, I would have you tortured, but your father has been my friend for a long time, so I’ll give you thirty seconds to get the fuck out of my facility.”

I expect Jason and his friends to make a fuss but instead, they knock on the door and rush out of the office as soon as the guards let them out. No one is stupid enough not to take Azael’s warnings seriously. Not even my arrogant brother.

Azael sits in his chair. “Do you need ice for your cheek?”

I touch the place where Jason hit me. It hurts and it will probably bruise but I couldn’t care less right now. Not when I need to get out and find Mose before my father kills him, too. “No need to bother. It will eventually heal, so it’s not worth the trouble.”

Azael studies me for a few minutes. I keep myself busy by staring at the white desk. I’m starting to think Azael is obsessed with white, as most things in his office are this color, but he also seems to like a few splashes of color here and there.

“Do you know why you have been brought here?” Azael asks.

I shake my head.

“The men living here are becoming more restless with each passing day. I thought that violence and harsh punishment would keep them in check and quiet down their outbursts, but you are right—respect is stronger than fear. I think a soft touch will be the solution to many of my problems.”

I take a moment to understand what Azael is telling me. “You want me to fuck those you have been experimenting on.”

Azael leans back in his chair. “I want you to seduce them. Show them how their life will improve if they listen to me.”

I chew my bottom lip. “And what do I get in return?”

If I have to whore myself around, I better win something as well.

“You get to live.”

Like that will make me spread my legs wide open.

I shrug. “I don’t have a reason to live, so keeping my life is not good enough for me. I need something that will really make me wet.”

“You know I can force you to do what I want,” Azael snarls.

“You can,” I agree, “but then I wouldn’t be helping you out of my free will, and that’s not what you want; otherwise, you would have gotten other pornais to agree to help you. But you want me .”

To be honest, I’m so full of shit right now; I don’t even know how I’m coming up with this. Maybe it’s because I’m still high, or I’m tired of men treating me like a whore or a rabid dog like Jason called me today. But mostly because I’m fucking angry and I want to kill my father right this instant, but instead, I’m forced to negotiate with Azael on what I’m going to get out of fucking the men he has been experimenting on for years. Some are as cruel as Azael, having lost all their feelings after years of abuse.

Azael leans forward. “The only reason I want you is because I know what you’re hiding. Jason has tried for years to break you so you would reveal the locations of the daggers, but your father is tired of waiting. I’m tired of waiting, so I took matters into my own hands.”

I raise my gaze to Azael’s face. “All the drugs, beatings, and rapes never made me talk. Why do you think I’ll talk now?”

“Because I have one of your men here. Asian. Handsome. He will be perfect company during these long winter nights.”

Mose is here?

Something snaps inside me. “Touch Mose, and I’ll make you regret it!”

I don’t even bother to hide my anger, which might be a mistake on my part, but I know Azael rapes anyone he feels like, with no regard if they are men or women. I can’t sit on my ass and let Azael do what he wants to Mose.

Azael can fuck me all he wants if that will keep him away from Mose or anyone I care for.

“Then we have a deal?” Azael asks.

I grit my teeth in frustration. “We do.”

“Excellent. You can start right now. Guards!” His men enter the office. “Take her to 919 . He needs to blow off some steam.” To me, Azael says, “I don’t care what you do, fuck him or suck him until his balls are dried out, but I need him on my side.”

“ 919 ? But he can’t be touched,” I quickly say.

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something. Jason vouched for you. Don’t disappoint me. Otherwise, Mose will be the one to pay the consequences.”

Azael is trying to use Mose to control me. What he doesn’t know is that I already have experience with being blackmailed and manipulated.

“I’ll do my best,” I say before I leave with the guards.

Luckily, I am allowed to keep my clothes on, which I can use to my advantage. Especially when it comes to 919 . He is the most feared experiment, and crossing him is a death sentence. As long as I don’t touch him, he won’t harm me.

When we get to 919 ’s cell, I’m shoved inside by the guards. It’s a tactic they usually use, wanting to push the women into the arms of the experiment, wanting to anger them. Luckily, 919 is on his bed and not working out like he usually does when he’s not sleeping.

After the guards close the door, 919 gets out of bed. He is covered in bruises.

“What happened?” I ask him.

“Azael. And you?”

I touch my cheek. “My brother.” Taking a deep breath, I move close to him and am careful not to touch him. I say close to his ear, not wanting to be heard by the guards who no doubt are watching and listening to 919 and me, “Remember what you promised me the last time we saw each other?”

“Who the fuck are you?” 919 snarls before whispering to me, “How could I forget?”

“Good. It’s time to gather all those who are loyal to you and burn this place to the ground.”