Chapter 21

Chapter Twenty-One

brISTOL

O ne month of living the most perfect life and my old life already feels like it's so far in the distant past. I don't ever want to know a life that isn't as perfect as this. Sebastian has fucked me senseless every single night, after he returns home from whatever he's been doing. He did say this morning that today would be the last day of his extra-curricular activities.

I've learned not to question many things. Club business is club business and honestly, who gives a fuck what he's doing? He comes home to me every single day. Or night. And the orgasms. Holy fucking shit, the orgasms. I didn't know sex could be this damn good.

He's been bringing home new things to try out and let me just say, nothing has come close to those nipple clamps and the paddle. I could come just thinking about how amazing those things feel. Sebastian spends the day working on the bike while I bake in the sun by the pool. When the sun finally sets, Sebastian goes upstairs to get dressed, the same way he has every day for the last month.

I stretch out in the chair and ottoman and click through Netflix, trying to find something to watch. We've been watching Criminal Minds, but we only watch those together so it will have to wait. None of the movies are catching my attention and I opt to just click on the music app, putting Today's Hits playlist on shuffle.

Sebastian trots down the stairs and instead of kissing me goodbye, he sits down on the ottoman at my feet.

"Want to come with me tonight?" he asks.

I furrow my brows and purse my lips while tilting my head. "Okay…?" I say, my answer more of a question than a statement.

"This is the last night for something I've been working on and I feel it's only appropriate that you are with me for the end."

"Are you going to tell me what it is?" I ask.

He's quiet for a moment and I'm not sure he's going to answer.

He sighs after a bit. "Patrick."

Hearing his name gives me chills, and not the good kind.

"You found him?"

"Yeah. Well, Reaper did. That's what I've been doing."

"What do you mean ‘that's what you've been doing'?"

"I've been torturing him for the last month. Every night."

I sit up and pull my knees to my chest, an instinctive action to protect myself although I have nothing to be afraid of. My home is secure. Patrick is not getting anywhere near me, especially if Sebastian has him somewhere to have tortured him for a solid fucking month.

"Are you mad?" he asks, trying to read my face.

I shake my head. "No."

"Are you okay?" he asks.

I nod. "Yes. "

"I'm done with my torture. I'm going to take his life tonight. Do you want to be there?"

I think about what he's asking me. Do I want to watch this monster die?

"Yeah. I think I can do that."

I stand up and head upstairs to put on something other than the skimpy shorts and crop spaghetti strap top I have on. I opt for a simple black shirt that hangs off my body and a pair of black jeans. I don't want to ruin a good pair of blue jeans if there's going to be a splattered mess like there was when we ridded the world of Princess. Kendra is a fucking beast with a knife. She was fierce and fucking scary when we slit Princess's throat. I didn't expect her to knick an artery and it to shoot out all over the room with every last beat of her heart, though. That did surprise me, especially when it splattered all across my face as soon as she sliced it open.

Sebastian is standing in the kitchen wearing his cut-off when I come downstairs.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

We ride the bike through the nightlife on Beach boulevard and it doesn't take long for me to realize where we are going. The familiar sight of Reaper and Kendra's plantation makes me smile and I also come to the realization that I have missed riding the bike with Sebastian.

Reaper and Kendra are sitting on the front porch, both sipping a glass of wine on the bed-swing that Kendra convinced him to buy last week. It looks cozy as hell and now I think I might need one for the porch outside of our bedroom.

"Hey, boo!" Kendra beams, engulfing me in a hug.

She kisses my cheek and I walk over to hug a smiling Reaper. By the look on his face, he knows exactly what I'm doing here.

Sebastian and Kendra are making jokes while I stand awkwardly on the porch. For some reason, my stomach is in knots. I have to keep reminding myself that he is probably restrained and that there is probably nothing he can do to get free. I'm safe. It's just so fucking crazy to me that I am about to come face to face with this man again. I never thought I would see his face again and now here I stand. Moments away from confronting the man who quite literally ruined my life for a while. The man who took my parents and my brother from me.

"Okay. Let's do this," Sebastian says, reaching his hand out for mine.

I take it and walk behind him as he leads me through the house and out a side door. There's a large shop with a solid metal door on the side. Sebastian keys in a code and it opens. My stomach churns as we walk inside. It's a large shop area that has multiple vehicles and motorcycles inside. We weave through until we come to another door. Sebastian keys a code and it makes a whooshing sound when it opens. When the door opens, I immediately smell a stench unlike anything else.

"Oh my god, what's that smell?" I ask, stepping in behind Sebastian. He flicks a switch and a few dim lights come on.

"Burnt flesh," he deadpans.

The lights have a yellow tinge to them but they give off enough light for me to see a man hanging from chains in the center of the room. If I didn't know that this was Patrick, I would not believe it. This man is severely disfigured. He's wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. The smell of piss and burnt flesh crowd my senses.

I take a few steps forward, really looking at the man in front of me. He was so intimidating to me a year ago. Now? He's nothing. He has no power. He never did. I was just too blind to see it. Sebastian walks around behind him and jabs him in the back of the head.

"Wake up, motherfucker."

Patrick's eyes lull open slowly. He looks around a bit then focuses on me. A smile begins to form on his fucked-up face and bile rises in my throat.

"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," I bite out through gritted teeth.

"What, you missed me and came for one more round?" he asks, that disgusting smile plastered on his face. This man is an absolute fucking idiot.

I glance around the room, looking for anything I can use to hit him with. Sebastian punches him in his back and Patrick's body tries to hunch over but fails due to his restraints.

"Say one more thing to her and I'll set your pussy ass on fire again."

Patrick is quiet. But the rage inside of me from his words is fucking deafening. I spot a cabinet and walk across the room to see what's inside. I'm pleased to find a plethora of weapons. Axes, knives, pliers, among many other tools. I grab a butcher knife and storm toward Patrick.

I hesitate for only a second before I drive it into his stomach. He draws in a quick breath and groans. Sebastian watches me with wide eyes as I pull it out and drive it in again, screaming as I plunge the knife repeatedly into his torso. Blood spills from his mouth but I don't stop. I brace myself on his chest, cringing that I'm even touching him. I stab him again. This time straight in his groin. His eyes widen and then that's it. He doesn't make another sound. I continue stabbing. Stabbing. Screaming. Punching. Stabbing. Screaming. Punching.

Sebastian wraps his arms around mine, pulling me against his chest. I scream out in anger and frustration and throw the knife down in the puddle of blood at my feet. Tears stream down my face and my breathing is rapid as I try to catch my breath.

I'm trembling as Sebastian walks me out of the shop. There's a clear tarp outside the door that I don't remember seeing when we came in. Reaper is sitting in a folding chair a few feet from the tarp with two towels. One wet, one dry. Sebastian grabs the wet one and wipes me down, staining it red.

Reaper quietly stands and leaves the shop while Sebastian undresses me. He grabs a shirt and jeans from the chair and wraps the dry towel around me.

"Come on, let's go get you cleaned up."

I walk behind him to a bathroom on the other side of the cars. The inside is made entirely of wood. The walls, the ceiling, all of it. There's a sink with a mirror, a toilet, and a shower. I wonder if this is the clean-up shower. Sebastian turns on the water and I step inside, letting it beat down on me. He undresses and climbs in with me. He takes a washcloth, wiping me down until the water no longer runs red as it drips from my body.

Once I'm clean, I step out of the shower and towel off. I pull on the other clothes, that I assume are Kendra's, and wait for Sebastian to get dressed. He slips into a pair of jeans and a clean Tattered Saints shirt. We head back toward the house in a peaceful silence. I don't know what to say, or what Sebastian can say.

Reaper and Kendra are no longer outside when we pass the porch on the way to the bike. Sebastian straddles the bike and waits for me to climb on. I take a deep breath and climb on the back. My mind is reeling as we ride the backroads, but I try to quiet it. I hold onto Sebastian tighter, resting my head on his shoulder. We turn on Beach Boulevard and for some reason, the smell of the saltwater in the air makes me smile.

Sebastian's hand caresses my thigh and I press my lips to the side of his neck. He turns his head slightly, giving me the sexiest fucking smirk as we ride down the highway.

Mondays don't suck so bad after all.

THE END