Chapter 12

Tey

Iknow I'm fucked in the head, that's never going to change, but even I know how wrong it is to get a hard dick at this moment. I'm so hard I could burst through my zipper. My cock is an endless, leaking stream of cum as I watch Nicky and Tillie up on the stage. I want to paint them both with my cum, spraying jet after jet onto Tillie's pure, scarred, beautiful skin, and watch Nicky's hard cock get coated in white as I cover him too. That's me marking my territory. I have no regrets for my twisted mind. I'm most definitely sure my unicorn would agree with me.

"What's that, Mr. Unicorn? Kill everyone here and have kinky sex in their blood afterwards?" I ask my stuffed animal, pulling him out of my pocket and up to my ear like he's talking to me. Dalton and Logan take their eyes off the stage and stare at me like I'm losing my mind. Kind of too late, but they still keep me around. I'd rather let my freak fly than keep it trapped inside like everyone else does. Freaking psychos. "I'm kidding. He didn't say that. You guys can live too, just everyone else here dies," I whisper out the side of my mouth to them and swing my gaze to Cruz. "He dies first. I can't decide if we should put him on a stick and have a slow roast, or slice off his skin, cook it like bacon, and feed it to him." The tone of my voice deepens and darkens as I think of all the ways I could kill him.

Wow. Even my own voice is scaring me. I've literally got goose bumps over here. I sound a tad crazy, a little bloodthirsty as usual, and sinister as fuck.

"Tey… I don't even know how to process that, but save those thoughts for later. We need to get them off that stage before Dom shows up." Logan is fuming, like I'm surprised his perfect hair isn't combusting into flames right now.

"I don't fucking like this. Fuck! Everyone is staring at them with rapt attention. She's drawing unwanted attention to herself," Dalton says in a voice so thick it sounds like he's chewing on gravel. He's right. As I glance around, everyone is staring at Tillie and Nicky. Hell, I keep getting distracted each time I look up at them putting on a show, but I need to focus. "She's goddamn beautiful up there though. She didn't hesitate cutting Jin's guard down, a clean swipe to the throat." Dalton's tone comes out smug and proud. I'm right there with him.

She's amazing. I just want to pick her up, put her in my pocket next to my unicorn, and take her everywhere with me.

I sigh, running a hand through my blond hair, messing it up even more. I'm so turned on that my cock could hammer a nail into a wall, but I'm also pissed off that everyone can see Tillie and Nicky like this.

They're mine! I should gouge out everyone's eyeballs before they die for looking at what's mine.

"Unzip my pants, pet," Nicky instructs Tillie, his voice deep and sexy as fuck. He can keep that blank expression, a show for everyone else, but I see the affection as he looks down at Tillie at his feet. That and the burning desire in his darkening green eyes. My breathing is ragged as Tillie places her hands on Nicky's legs and slowly slides her fingers over his pants, caressing his muscular thighs and stopping at his belt buckle. She's on her knees, her face level with his zipper, and I bet he can feel her panting breaths through his pants. She glides down his zipper with confident hands, staring up at him like it's just the two of them. "Take my cock out," Nicky whispers, his shoulders tight with tension and the muscle in his jaw ticking.

Oh yeah. He's fucking drowning in her, turned on even though he's trying to hide it from Jin.

"We have five minutes before Dom gets here," Dalton urges, his knuckles popping as he stares at the stage, deep in thought. He watches as Tillie licks her lips and curses under his breath.

"We don't have to do anything. Look at him." Logan crosses his arms, nodding his head to the other side of the stage.

I look and a grin starts to spread across my lips as Cruz's face is turning a deep purple, his eyes a vile blue with rage and jealousy. It just gets better as Tillie pulls out Nicky's cock and gasps with awe, like his cock holds all the answers she has ever needed. She's not wrong. Nicky's cock is long, curved, and has just the right amount of thickness. He could whip out his cock anytime, smack me with it, and I'd still ask for more. I'm always mesmerized by the tattoo of a forked tongue and fire that starts at the base of his cock, traveling all the way to the tip. That tattoo hurt, he was out for weeks, but it was worth it. I love how the dragon starts out on his rib cage in black ink, and the head's on his hip bones with an open mouth and razor-sharp teeth. It makes me shudder in delight. I'm going to lick it next time, take my time exploring his sinful body with my tongue.

"Lick," Nicky grinds out, his hands flexing at his sides, like he wants to grab her and make her swallow his whole cock in one thrust. Tillie pants over his dick, her wide, dilated eyes staring up at Nicky with lust glittering in her big, brown gaze. I grip my cock over my pants, squeezing it to ease the pressure as she sticks her tongue out between parted red lips and licks the enlarged tip. She moans loudly and eagerly swirls her long tongue around the large mushroom head again, gathering the drops of pre-crum with the tip of her tongue. A string of saliva and cum follows back into her mouth as she licks her red lips. "Good girl," Nicky breathes out. He can't help himself now as he shows a hint of emotion.

My gaze whips towards Jin and I see murder and disgust in his gaze as he looks at the stage. He says something to Franco, who nods with a smirk and then Jin brings the microphone to his mouth.

"Bidding starts at one million." Jin's voice echoes in the pit along with the shouting of guests as they start filling out the bidding papers and demanding the goons with silver trays hurry the fuck up so their bids make it back to Jin.

I start to take a step in Jin's direction but Logan catches my shoulder, stopping me.

"Showtime," he says, sounding amused as he turns his gaze towards Cruz, who is fighting Carlos as he tries to hold him back from reaching the stage.

"One minute. Get your masks out," Dalton gruffs out, pulling a skeleton mask out from the inside of his suit jacket.

Logan insisted we all wear black suits tonight that match. I'm currently wearing another thin jacket under my Armani jacket. It's for Tillie, along with the extra mask I have for her. If all goes according to plan, we should be able to get out of here unnoticed and save all the women being traded in the process without anyone knowing. We just have to wait for Dom to show up.

Nicky grasps Tillie's cheeks in the palm of his hands, his thumb stroking over her lush lips that are parted a breath away from his cock.

"Suck," he growls out, oblivious to everything else around him, and I don't blame him. I'd gladly die happy if the last thing I saw was Tillie's lips wrapped tight around my hard cock.

The bidding piles up on the trays and Jin and Franco seem pleased as the amount rises higher and higher.

"Ten million!" Jin declares through the speakers, and the guests lose their minds as they shout at an increased volume that makes it feel like I'm in the stock market.

I'm not even sure if he's auctioning off Tillie or Nicky, probably both. Selling his own son, his only male heir, tells me he doesn't give a shit. Jin can see what Nicky tries so hard to hide, and that's his feelings for those he cares about. That's a weakness in the triad leader's eyes.

"Get your hands off her!" Cruz screams bloody murder, his voice contorted with rage as he smacks his elbow back, knocking it into Carlos' nose. Blood spurts out as he howls in pain, letting go of Cruz, who makes it to the edge of the stage. He grips the platform and is about to jump up but the triad bodyguards stop him before he can get to Tillie. No one touches Jin's merchandise because that's how he sees Tillie, and I think Cruz is just now finding that out as he's shoved away by five guards. "Tillie! Don't you fucking put your lips on him! I own you, cunt!" Cruz yells up at the stage as he struggles between the guards, his face a deep red as Tillie stops inches from Nicky's cock and looks over at him with a sneer on her pretty face.

I'm so fucking proud of her as she levels a glare at Cruz and basically says fuck you as she turns back to Nicky, sliding her parted, wide lips around his cock with a long swallow until her nose is brushing his pelvic bone. That's my girl.

My grin widens when Cruz struggles harder against the guards with a roar of rage as he watches Tillie deep-throat Nicky. The smile slips off my face as he whips out a gun from his pants and shoots two of the guards. All hell breaks loose after that.

Screams pierce the air and hysterical shouts of chaos are all around. Just as I slip on the skeleton mask, bullets rain down from above near the stages.

"Dom's here," Logan says as he walks away and pulls out his gun, aiming for Cruz.

Cruz looks around frantically, shooting bullets towards the guards, and almost misses Logan with his gaze, but then Cruz whips his head back just as my brother strides towards him, his gun raised with a shot to kill. Dalton and I split up; I'm hunched down and running towards the stage. Nicky grabs Tillie, covering her with his body as bullets rain down from everywhere. I glance back at Logan and see him pull the trigger once he's close enough to Cruz. The fucker sees Logan approaching with the barrel of the gun pointing at his head, and at the last second, Cruz grabs Carlos, moving him in front of his body, using him as a human shield. I chuckle in delight at Carlos' surprised expression as the bullet sinks into his forehead. His body jerks back as Logan continues to shoot bullet after bullet into him. At least one problem is solved, Carlos is dead.

"Nicky!" I shout at the very edge of the stage and beckon him over as he looks up, relief heavy on his face.

He wraps an arm around Tillie's waist and drags her over to me as I raise my arms up for her to hop down. Nicky slides her into my hands and glides off the stage as he zips up his pants, pulling his mask out next from his back pocket.

"Give her the mask now, we don't have much time," Nicky rasps, his chest heaving, probably from the show they put on and the bullets kicking up cement as they explode into the walls around our crouched forms.

"Shit. Where are Dalton and Logan?!" Tillie grabs my hand in a tight grip as I slip the mask over her face.

"Don't worry. Causing a distraction with Dom and his crew so we can get to those files." I kiss her wrist and let go, pulling off my jacket so I can cover her with it while zipping up the other one I had on underneath.

Now we all blend in and no one can tell who we are. Dom and his men are dressed the same, all wearing skeleton masks and their clothing all-black. It's kind of brilliant and is going to piss off Jin to no end since his auction is now ruined.

I grab Tillie's hand again and clasp my knife in my other hand, nodding my head for Nicky to follow, just as we take off in a light jog—since we're hunched over to avoid getting hit by a bullet. We make it towards the entrance of the curtains from the walkway and slip behind the fabric with my knife ready, just in case. I quickly shove Tillie back as a triad member slashes out in front of me with his own knife, barely missing my neck. I grin and attack with a quick lunge, cutting a fast, smooth swipe across his neck. Blood squirts out, hitting my face, and I can't help but think payback's a bitch as I laugh at the dead man at my feet.

"That's what you get. Tillie, my little killer, we match now!" I declare excitedly before pulling up my mask along with hers and rubbing our noses together with a content sigh.

This is heaven with hell at our backs.

It's perfect. She's perfect.

I love when she's covered in blood and it's even better when I'm coated in it too. I bet we would make the most beautiful art if our bodies were naked right now. Just her and me on a blank canvas painting it red.

"God, you're crazy," she says in a loving voice that warms my heart. She nips at my bottom lip before pulling away, her mask once again covering her face so no one recognizes her.

"You have a little something red right here." Nicky reaches over Tillie's shoulder, smearing the red lipstick she left behind across my bottom lip with his thumb.

"I'm pretty sure you have some on your cock too. Don't have time to whip out that big boy now, but later I'll be investigating to make sure it's there," I tell him with a wicked grin, pulling the mask over my face again. I chuckle darkly as his eyes burn into mine with desire.

"Let's get those papers and get the hell out of here." Tillie grabs both of our hands and raises a brow patiently at Nicky to lead the way.

"Right. This way." Nicky clears his throat and starts leading us down a hallway off to the right.

The moment we turn the corner, Nicky aims his gun and fires two times while his other arm pushes me and Tillie behind him up against the wall. Fuck, if that doesn't make my cold, dead heart pump rivers of blood. I love when he gets all protective, even though I'm very capable of taking care of myself. Nicky moves his hand away, placing it on my shoulder as I move to stand next to him in the doorway. A dead guard with a bullet in his forehead stares up at the ceiling, bleeding all over the place.

We stand in front of a room with screaming women and children huddled together, their eyes wide when they see three strangers wearing scary, skeleton masks. It's probably not the most fucked up thing they've seen though. Some stare back without any emotions; dead eyes but still breathing. It makes me really fucking sad. A deep sadness that a happy, normal life was ripped away from these people. Choices and freedom were taken from them.

"Tey, we can't leave them here." Tillie pants next to me, her breathing harsh with anger as she grasps my sleeve jacket in a death grip.

"We aren't. Dom brought enough men for backup, and Jin's a coward. He's probably already out of the building, leaving right when the shooting started. Dalton and Logan won't leave without getting everyone out. We have our own job to do, to stop this once and for all," Nicky says passionately, his gaze through the mask conflicted as he stares at the room full of broken people.

"I trust you," Tillie whispers, reaching out to Nicky and squeezing his hand.

It's hard to turn your back on something that tears at your fucking heart, the hope dimming in each terrified gaze that is directed at us.

"Stay here. Help is on the way. The men in skeleton masks are the good guys." I lie through my teeth because, let's face it, we aren't good men, but we're better than most of the fuckers that are selling people.

We continue down the hallway, my knife in hand swirling between my fingers and Nicky's gun out at the ready in case we run into more trouble. Tillie walks between us, her fingers looped in Nicky's belt to stay as close to him as she can while she holds my hand behind her. It's quiet as we reach the end of the hallway, where one lone door is propped open and a set of stairs leads up.

Nicky starts heading up the stairs on quiet feet, his gun raised on the open space up ahead. I'm a bit distracted by the muscles shifting under his jacket and Tillie's gorgeous ass in my face. I shake my head and force myself to focus, looking behind us to make sure no one's sneaking up behind us.

Reaching the landing, it's lightly lit and quiet, with office doors wide open except the one at the end of the hallway.

Jin's office.

"In and out," Nicky reminds us, his head whipping back and forth as we pass each office.

It's completely empty up here. I can't even hear the chaos from the pit, which kind of saddens me. I love chaos and mayhem. Nicky rattles the doorknob, finding it locked, which isn't a surprise. Tillie pushes him away when she notices him taking out his lock-picking gear and shoving us back with an eye roll.

"Watch and learn, boys." She smirks and suddenly kicks her right foot up, balancing on her left as she slams the heel of her foot right under the doorknob. It makes a splitting noise, the door bursting open with just one solid kick from her. I'm sure my jaw is on the floor because when I look at Nicky he meets my gaze with his eyes crinkled in the corners from smiling. He's just as impressed as I am. It takes a lot for Nicky to smile, and all it took was our girl road-housing Jin's office door. "Don't look so surprised. I did grow up in a motorcycle club, after all," she says dryly, her face souring at the reminder, and walks into Jin's office without a backward glance.

"Shit," Nicky mutters under his breath and follows after her, heading towards the filing cabinet behind Jin's big, fancy, mahogany desk.

I hate that she grew up in a motorcycle club and all the pain she's had to suffer at Payne's and all the members' hands. It makes me feel murdery inside, and I can't wait until we take out the Demon Jokers. They will regret the day they hurt my angel. Every last one of them.

With a deep breath, I walk towards the wet bar and move bottles around until I find what I'm looking for. Carrying them to Jin's desk, I sweep his shit off the surface and start unscrewing all the scotch bottles. They're good fire starters, and that thought makes me happy, humming to myself as I watch Nicky pick the lock on the cabinet with ease. Seriously, who uses paper these days? Jin. The sick fuck.

"Start on that end, pet." Nicky points Tillie to the other side of the long cabinet and looks over his shoulder at me with a pointed gaze at the liquor bottles.

"I thought we could roast some smores." I smirk, taking my unicorn out of my pocket and grabbing my zippo out of the stuffed animal's butt.

"Jesus." Nicky shakes his head and returns back to digging through the files, but I see his shoulders shake with silent laughter.

Yeah, he totally loves me.

"You know, I don't think we're going to find what we're looking for here," Tillie announces after skimming the files for a few minutes. She sits back on her haunches with a thoughtful look before glancing around.

I admit I was thinking the same thing. I can't stop pacing and looking out the door because I feel like we're running out of time. I already have all the liquor bottles ready to go, and now I'm getting antsy.

Logan: Building clear.

My phone goes off with that text message and I know it's time to get the hell out of here. Dalton's probably already pouring gasoline everywhere in the pit and just needs a small fire up here to get things going. I watch Tillie crawl towards Jin's desk and disappear under it for a second until we can hear an audible click echo throughout the room. She pops her head up with a wink and climbs to her feet as her hand searches for something under the edge of the desk. Nicky and I crowd around her, looking over her shoulder as she pulls out a file and slaps it on the desk.

"Like all cocky men, they think the world can't touch them. I think Jin is about to realize that he's not above everyone else. He's just a man," Tillie mutters with a sniff and flicks through the file before her face scrunches up with pain.

She passes the folder over to Nicky and grabs a scotch bottle, taking a deep swig as she rolls her mask up before tipping the bottle all over on the floor while grabbing more liquor off the desk. She walks out of the office, hips swaying, leaving a trail of liquor behind her.

"Damn," Nicky hisses, watching Tillie with a look of admiration in his emerald eyes.

I'm right there with him. I grip the back of his neck, squeezing a second to ease the tension radiating from his body, and lean forward to bite the space between his neck and shoulder, loving the deep groan that leaves his mouth.

"Let's get the fuck out of here, Nicholas, before our girl decides to start the fire without us." I lick the spot my teeth sank into, leaving a mark, and swipe a scotch bottle off the desk to douse Jin's office until it smells like a dirty bar.

"It's time, Tey. No more holding back," Nicky says, taking the drink out of my hand and tipping the bottle back towards his mouth.

I watch his Adam's apple bob, my throat dry as he looks at me over the rim with lust brimming in his eyes. I know exactly what he's talking about.

Holy mother of god.

An unleashed Nicky… Fuck. I'm not sure Tillie's sexy ass is going to survive the beating he's going to deliver, or if my cock is ever going to be the same again.

I watch his tight ass walk out, his strides long as he catches up to Tillie where she waits by the stairs. I back out of the room with a chuckle, my grin so big I'm surprised it doesn't split my lips at the corners. Flipping my zippo open, I watch the flame and throw it at Jin's desk.

"Burn, baby, burn."