Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Malachi

(Two Years Ago)

Dominic sits across from Richard. He sloshes the amber liquid in the glass in his hand against the ice. I scan the room to make sure his henchmen aren’t here. Three mask-wearing, creepy motherfuckers known as the beasts, and I’m shocked they’re nowhere to be found.

“Dominic. Richard,” Dariyus says in that polite, diplomatic voice he likes to use when we meet with business fuckers who aren’t the killing kind. That’s how he originally joined the crew. Ezra liked how he talked to people. He was polite, and that accent gave him some sort of legitimacy about being intelligent.

“Ah, Dariyus, so nice to see you again,” Richard says as he gets out of his seat and offers his hand. I’m shocked Dariyus shakes it without crushing all the bones in the fucker’s hand. “Please take a seat.”

Dariyus sits beside Dominic while I stand behind him like a good little soldier. People like Richard and Dominic would never take someone like me seriously. To them, I’m just a two-bit criminal, some stray Ezra brought around. He forgets how my father helped people like him and Ezra’s dad build their empires with his sweat and bloodstained hands. Richard probably doesn’t remember how my dad took out the guy who tried to assassinate him twenty years ago, but I do.

I was fuckin’ five when he came home with a bag of heroin, free of charge from the big man he worked for. Apparently, good ol’ dad was not only good at torture and abuse at home. That night, he was running high on adrenaline and fucked up by getting my mother hooked and fucking up all our lives. I sometimes wonder what I would have been if she wasn’t always doped up and too out of it to care what people did to her children.

Rage rises in me and forms a ball in my throat. I finger the sharp tip of the hunting knife strapped to my side like a holstered gun. The pleasantries aren’t even over before I toss it and hit Richard right in the throat.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dariyus yells as he turns to me, splashes of blood now covering his face and three-piece suit.

Dominic scampers off his chair and backs away. I shove my other knife in his face, stopping him in his tracks before I turn to Dariyus. “You’re welcome. You look hot as fuck.” I smile at Dominic. “Now, to take care of you.”

Dominic shakes as I hold the knife to his jugular and walk him over to Richard. “Take off Dickie’s pants.”

Richard gurgles some incomprehensible words as Dominic turns to me, his face horrified.

“Chop, chop, Dom. We don’t have all day.”

My cock hardens as I stare at Dominic’s shaking hands. Fear and blood get me going, and the scent of both lingers heavily in the room. Dominic pulls Richard’s zipper down, and a flaccid little cock springs out.

Dominic turns to me like a scared child. He’s waiting for orders or maybe hoping he’s not in trouble anymore.

“You’re searching for salvation, Dommie, but all you’ll find here is damnation. Now be a good boy and get Richard nice and hard.”

“What are you doing, Mal?” Dariyus asks.

The man has no imagination. He’d stab them to death and call it a day.

“You want to make it a show, don’t you?” I demand. “Well, I’m about to fuckin’ get an Oscar-worthy performance out of these motherfuckers.”

I grip the back of Dominic’s neck and yank his head back. “Be a good boy and say aaahhh.”

Dominic stares at me in confusion right before I slash his face. He screams. “What the fuck? You’re crazy!”

I smirk. “Yes, Dommie, I am. So you better do as I ask, or I’ll make all this painful for you.”

Dominic opens his mouth, and I shove his face on Richard’s dick. “Make sure you relax your throat and take every inch all the way down.”

As soon as Dominic has his lips wrapped around Richard’s cock, I pull the hunting knife from Richard’s neck. Blood gushes like a waterfall, spraying my face. My tongue darts out, and I lick my lips, savoring the metallic taste. “You’re doing a good job, Dommie. Look at you, such a good little bitch. How does it feel to be on your knees with a mouth full of cock?”

I hold Dominic’s head down on Richard’s dick while I shove the ten-inch blade through Dominic’s pants and straight up his asshole. He tries to scream, but it’s hard to make much noise when his mouth’s constricted by another man’s cock.

“You know what I don’t like, Dommie? When other men come near what’s mine. I don’t like to share my toys. When you touch my property, you are basically saying you’re prepared to forfeit your life.” I twist the knife inside before pulling it out and lodging it deep in his ass again.

Blood puddles at Dominic’s feet. His knees give out from the pain, and he slouches on the floor.

I gently pull up on the knife, “I wouldn’t recommend that, Dommie.” Dominic freezes. I can almost hear the grind of his little pea brain working. “Wouldn’t want the knife to slip and tear your internal organs apart. Creating the perfect wound is an art form, and you wouldn’t want to see how angry I get when someone fucks with my art.”

Richard’s head has fallen to the side, and blood pours from his neck. Good, I hope the fucker bleeds out slowly. I shove the blade deeper into Dominic and turn to Dariyus. “Did you come here to chaperone, or are you gonna have fun?”

“Seems like you didn’t need me.”

Fuckin Dariyus. All talk and no action. “You’re such a pussy.”

Dariyus snarls. “You want me to show you who the pussy is, Malachi?”

“You can pretend you’re civil all you want, D, but you and I know you’re just as fucked up. I keep telling you to let it go. You’ll feel a lot better.”

“Please,” Richard gasps. “Please, get me help.”

Dariyus lunges at Richard. He pulls the fucker’s head back and spits in his face. “Get you help? Like you did for your daughter?”

Richard’s screams turn shrill as Dariyus sticks two fingers in his eye and forces it out of its socket.

“Damn, D, that was hot. You gave me a boner. Now do the other eye. We can both take a hole and fuck his skull.”

Dariyus holds the eyeball in his hand and turns to me. “Do you ever think about anything other than sex?”

“Yes, torture.”

D shakes his head, his eyes still on me as he plugs up Richard’s nose, which forces his lips to part and allows Dariyus to shove Richard’s eyeball down his throat. “Hope you choke on that, motherfucker.”

With his other hand, he removes his knife and detaches Richard’s cock from his body, forcing Dominic to jerk away. That’s gotta hurt more than his eyeball being ripped out of his face. Richard thrashes, but the eyeball in his mouth muffles his scream.

“Men like you deserve the hottest place in hell if that shit exists. Imagine selling your daughter to this piece of shit.”

Dariyus pushes Richard onto the floor and wraps his hands around the old man’s throat. “If you want to claim a woman as your property, fuckin’ take care of her, help her grow, encourage independence, and love her.”

“I love her,” Richard squeaks.

Dariyus angles Richard’s face toward Dominic. “You call selling her to this disgusting fuck love? A man who’s known for raising three little boys in fucking hell. Scum who forces children to penetrate other children. A man with a harem of women he mutilates because that’s how the sick fuck gets off. You know he likes to cut off nipples and eat them with dessert?” Dariyus abandons Richard’s throat. “If that’s love to you, I’d hate to see what you do to people you don’t like.” D raises his foot, and with one solid stomp, his foot connects with Richard’s skull.

“Fuck you, Richard!” Dariyus yells before he lifts his foot and repeats the action. He hammers Richard’s skull with his foot until his face distorts, and the sound of crushed bones echoes around the room, along with Dominic’s muffled screams.

“Mother fucker. I was going to skull fuck him.” I grab my hard cock and turn to D. “Now, what am I going to do about this?”

“Suck yourself off like that time in Toledo.”

I smile, remembering how we took care of twenty cartel members. It was so hot. Blood and guts everywhere. I asked the guys to bang, but they had their hands full with all the killing, so I sat back and figured out that I’m flexible as fuck.

“If I do that, who’ll take care of this motherfucker?”

Dariyus steps forward, cracking his neck and flexing his fingers. “I will.”