CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

STELLA

I've participated in things I never would've imagined since being with them, but this one I think takes the cake. Going down on Lucy certainly wasn't something I saw coming, but this right here is the most surprising for me. Lucy and I stand fully clothed while the guys are already naked. We were instructed quite firmly to remain dressed until Mav takes care of his eyes. I'll admit when Gage told him to blind the asshole, I thought the same thing Mav did, surely, he meant to blindfold him, not actually blind him, but I was wrong.

After Mav expressed his concern that our new buddy Andy wouldn't be able to sit still while someone literally cuts his eyeballs out, it was decided that he too would be naked, and cuffed, so his hands are at the back of the chair, and his legs cuffed to each leg on the chair.

He whimpers like a wounded puppy as Mav stands naked in front of him, grinning down at him with a knife in his left hand. "If I get hard, don't take it personally. I've never gauged someone's eyeballs out and I gotta admit, I'm pretty excited."

Lucy moves closer to me and grabs my hand, and she squeezes tightly, as Gage glances at us with concern. "You can look away. This is going to be gross."

I snicker. "I'm good. I want to watch," and I do, although I'm pretty sure gross is a bit of an understatement.

Maverick holds the blade under his eye and presses in slightly, not enough to cut him yet but enough for him to feel it. "Tell me what the plan is with the containers of acid."

He trembles in the chair; you can see he's fighting to hold still but the fear is taking over.

Mav repeats himself when he doesn't get a response, "What's the acid for, asshole?"

Tears trickle down his cheeks as he admits, "For the women. Easy disposal."

Lucy and I both gasp in unison as all three of our men look at us, and suddenly I wonder if Gage Rage is contagious, because all three of them have it. Gage and Sebastian ball up their fists, as their faces turn red, both sets of eyes darken with fury I've never witnessed on anyone, and Gage growls, causing a rumbling through the room like an angry animal. "Make it fucking hurt, Mav. I want to hear his screams."

Some people might think we're terrible human beings for the pain Andy is going to go through, but I don't think so. He brought this all on himself. The things he was going to do to us are unforgivable. What he did to poor Abigail was unforgivable.

Andy squeaks out, "Please. I know you're going to kill me, but is this necessary?"

Mav chuckles. "Yeah, it's fucking necessary. You do not get the privilege of seeing our women naked. Every ounce of pain you planned for them is coming to you."

If Gage wanted screams, he should be very happy, because the sounds coming from Andy are loud and almost painful to hear, as Mav pushes the blade in and carves out his eye. Blood squirts onto Mav's chest, and suddenly I know it was the right call to do this without clothing. When he starts on his other eye, Andy pisses himself and Gage and Sebastian both roar with laughter. As more blood and fluid squirts from what was his eyes, I do feel a little nauseous. I wasn't feeling well to begin with, and Gage was right, this is gross, but I won't leave the room. I want to watch him suffer.

Sebastian turns to us with a grin. "Clothing off, Mamas."

I arch an eyebrow at him. "Now is not the time to make me swoon, Pretty Boy."

Gage runs his tongue over his lip piercing, while Sebastian stares at me with a heated expression. "Would you two focus?" I scold them, while I get undressed, and Lucy does the same.

Andy continues to sit screeching in his chair, and I wonder momentarily if they should kill him quickly to get this over with and stop the noise that's giving me a headache. Then I remember what he was going to do to us, me specifically; he was going to start with raping me. The flash of him placing the gun barrel inside my mouth, him pulling his pants down, and then him choking me. That must be when I passed out. Oh my God.

Gage must see my expression because he rushes over to me, cups my cheek, and stares at me tenderly. "Stella. What's wrong?"

My stomach rolls as I even say the words, "Did he? Oh my God, was he inside me?"

He shakes his head. "No, baby. I came in before he got the chance. He planned to, but it didn't happen."

I release a sigh as relief floods my system. "Thank you."

I don't honestly know if I am thanking him for telling me or saving me, maybe both. The thought of that bastard raping me was devastating. Sickening. Gage leans down and kisses me softly. "You're welcome."

There's no more room left for doubt. It's clear as day. Maybe he's a monster, but he's mine. They all are.

MAV

I've never blinded a guy before, and it's pretty gross, but it also serves two purposes, because firstly it protects our ladies from this fucker's eyes, but also it makes it all the more painful and terrifying for him, because he'll have no idea what we're going to do to him. He deserves that fear, that unknown, because he'd planned to do these things to the women I love. That cowardly fucking asshole had things in place to hurt our women, and I can't wait to make him pay for it.

"Say, Andy, what were your plans for our ladies before you got to the killing part? You were gonna rape them? Maybe torture them? I wonder how much of that we're gonna do to you. How does it feel to not know? How does it feel to know we can do whatever the fuck we want to you, and even if you had your sight and you weren't tied up, you'd still be outmatched."

"Can I kick him in the nuts?" Lucy asks, and you know what? That, I wanna see. I glance at Gage, because this is always his show, and I'm okay with that. I kinda want to wipe the crap off my hands from what I did to his eyes anyway. Gage nods, winking at Lucy.

I back up and turn to the girls as I grab a spare bottle of water and pour it over my hands, wiping them on that fucker's discarded t-shirt.

"Who wants first kick at his nuts, ladies? You should both have a go, right, Gage?"

Gage grabs my arm and drags me over to join him and Pretty Boy, as the girls approach chair guy.

"This fucker had acid in there? How much?"

Yeah, that part bothers me too. I jerk my head at the kitchen, because I found it in a small utility room off that disgustingly dirty room.

"Enough to do some real damage. He has a stack of bottles of some shit I can't pronounce, but it says it's corrosive to skin, so yeah… guess he was trying not to end up on some watchlist, and he really fucking should be on them." Huh. So should we, really.

A new high-pitched scream comes from our future dead guy, and we all turn to see Stella stepping back from him with that savage grin back on her face. The poor baby needs tending to after this, because he's clearly hit her in the fucking face.

"My turn!" Lucy declares, stepping forward and lifting her foot to slam it down on his junk, while we all wince and cover our own.

"Fuck me, I'm starting to realize how lucky we are that they didn't turn on us. I like my junk on the outside of my body."

Sebastian steps past me and approaches the crying man in the chair next.

"Hey, asshole, you hit Stella? You hit our fucking woman? Was it like this?" He smacks him across his face, not exactly like a slap, but not a punch either.

"Or was it more like this?" He draws his arm back and punches the guy hard, making his head rock back with the force.

"Did it feel good? Did you enjoy hurting a woman, you pathetic piece of shit?" He punches him again, and a third time. "Our. Fucking. Woman." He punctuates each word with another punch, and another, and finally Gage catches his arm, and lifts his balled fist up.

"Baby, you're hurting yourself here. Pick up something to hit him with instead." He kisses Pretty Boy's knuckles gently. "Mav, go find something we can beat him to death with."

Oh yeah, okay, I'll do all the fucking fetching and carrying, like I'm his fucking bitch. I storm off into the other rooms we hadn't checked before, kicking open the first door, and gagging as the stench hits me, sending me to my knees as I start retching.

"Jesus… fuck…"

SEBASTIAN

Does my fist hurt? Yeah, it's fucking killing me, but that pain doesn't matter, because it's his pain that matters right now. The hours and hours of agony he deserves for even thinking about touching our ladies. The fact that he did actually touch them? There will never be enough pain for that, but I'm willing to try.

"I've never seen you looking so murderous, baby, it's hot as fuck," Gage says, seconds before his tongue plunges into my mouth, and he traps me against his naked body for a long kiss that does nothing to sap the anger from my body. It's not that his kiss isn't exactly what I want or need, it's just that vengeance is like a fire burning inside me, and it won't burn itself out until I get their revenge for them. Stella's bruises will last more than a week, so shouldn't his pain too?

"Baby, look at me," Gage drags my face to his again, because as soon as his tongue leaves my mouth, I go right back to glaring at the blinded asshole.

"I'm trying," I gasp out, my fury and my need for destruction making it hard to breathe. I've never felt like this before. I've been hurt before, horribly, and I've been angry before, but it's never been like this. This feels like I'll never recover from this pure brutal anger, even if I get to use this fucker as an outlet for it.

"Baby, he'll get his, and we'll all get to enjoy it, but you need to breathe, because I don't want you missing a second of it."

The sudden sound of gagging and puking drags our attention from each other, and a faint odor hits us that is something else entirely.

"What the fuck is that?"

"Something dead," Gage says grimly, turning to the asshole. "You got corpses here, you sick fuck? Do I even want to know why you keep them here?"

"M… mother…" the nutjob gasps out, spitting a mouthful of blood on the dusty floor. His mother? What the actual fuck.

"Found us a real-life Norman Bates , man. Pity he's gonna die like a whimpering little bitch," Gage says as he follows the departing form of Mav, who's running for any other room than that one. Gage coughs, covering his mouth and nose, and as I approach him warily, I see and smell why. It's clearly been there a while, and even though he says it's his mother, honestly, it's so decayed, it's impossible to tell anything other than it's a person. The entire room is foul, and disgusting, and the buzzing of flies is something I only dimly note now and wonder why none of us noticed it before. Was it the buzzing of my own internal rage that blocked it out?

"This guy's more twisted than we thought, man. I don't want the girls to see this, and honestly, I don't want them in this house any longer than necessary."

Mav marches past us again, gargling with a bottle of water, and spitting it on the floor.

"Yeah, I'm fine, by the way, don't worry about me. I see this shit all the time, and I'm not freaking out. Assholes."

The girls start speaking to Mav as he returns, and then the guy yells out in pain, and we slam the door and hurry back to the others, because if the asshole dies before I cause him a ton more pain, I'm gonna be pissed.