Chapter 15

The sound of her heelsclick against the stone floor as she makes her way to the front of her playroom. All three of the fathers are strapped to chairs, mouths stuffed with gags and eyes filled with real terror.

Good. I hope they fucking piss themselves. I know they are sobbing like the little bitches they are, knowing their lives are about to end.

None of us want to hear them beg or plead for their lives, at least not yet. Not until our queen is ready. I’ve heard enough of it in the times I went to taunt them, just for the fuck of it.

This moment has been years in the making, but I never thought this would be how they would leave this earth. It’s so much fucking better.

Queenie stops and stands before them, looking ever the bit regal and lethal we all know she is. How the fuck did I get so lucky?

For someone who just had a baby, you could hardly tell, except for the light stretch marks on her hips and breasts. She looks fucking edible. And those tits, fucking hell they”re huge.

Just like Queenie, the death of one of these monsters should be by my hand. But seeing how what he’s done to me isn’t nearly as vile as the things he’s done to Queenie, I’d settle for just watching him get his ending.

My eyes sweep over her, taking in her black heeled boots that come up to her knees, her tight black leather shorts that do wonders for her toned ass and up to her black and red signature corset, her breasts practically spilling out of it.

Her long, straight raven hair flows down her back, making her piercing blue eyes pop.

All my blood rushes to my cock and I swallow back a growl. I want to feel her skin underneath my palms, her cunt wrapped around my cock, her nails clawing down my back as I pound into her like if I didn’t, I’d fucking die. And sometimes I feel like it.

I watch as a low grin sweeps over her face. “Isn’t this funny.” She laughs, popping out one of her hips as she crosses her arms while twirling one of her daggers between her fingers. “Did you ever think that after all the times you had me tied up, doing unspeakable things. That one day it would be the other way around?”

They track her movements as she slowly steps toward them. Cocking her head to the side, she stops next to the twin”s dad. “Did you enjoy how your nephew shoved that broken bottle up your ass?” She chuckles. “It hurts to have something forced up there doesn’t it. I hope he didn’t show you any mercy. I know you didn’t show me any.” Her face turns dark and my heart starts to pound in my chest.

None of us know the details of what they did to her and I don’t think I want to. But I’ll stand here and listen to whatever she has to say to them, because this is her justice, her pay back. And I won’t ever run from her side. I’d never abandon her.

Before they were brought in here, Queenie gifted me with some time alone with them. As much as Harlow wants them dead, she doesn’t want to be away from our sweet baby girl. So, she told me I could come have some play time before she finished them off.

And boy did I fucking have the time of my life. Did you know you can fit a pineapple up your ass? I mean, it fucking destroys it, but it fits. That one I tested out on my dad. A broken wine bottle for the twin”s father and a baseball bat for Dean’s. Is it fucked up to admit their screams made my cock hard?

The twin”s father glares at her and screams against his gag. “Ahh, you”re so cute,” she says in a baby voice. “Someone is angry. Do you need a nap?” She boops him on the nose before turning her attention to Dean’s dad.

“And you,” she sighs. “The leader of your merry band of trash. How does it feel to know that you”re nothing but a failure. Yeah, sure, you managed to lead a pretty decent life. But look where it got you. A company you ran into the ground and that you left your children to clean up. Who by the way came to me and got my help to make it what it is today.

“So how fucking dare you think you even had the chance to come back and take something that was never yours to began with! Not when what you had was built on stealing from others. But also from selling women and children. Doing nothing but the devil”s work.” She tsks, shaking her head. “Pathetic, if you ask me.”

And then she turns to my sperm donor. “And you. You”re the sickest fucker of them all, aren”t you.” She laughs. “I remember all the sick little stories you would tell me about all the little girls you loved to have fun with.”

She leans in and whispers. “Want to know a secret. I found every girl you hurt and I got every single one of them help. They’re all doing fantastic, moving on, healing, talking to therapists. Does it feel good to know you didn’t ruin their lives because I wouldn’t allow it?. They will have scars, sure, but they will never suffer again. And every single one of their sick fucked up fathers that sold their kids for a night with you, dead. All of them. Every. Single. One. And I made sure they knew it was courtesy of you.”

She stands up and takes a step back. “All of you are nothing but sad little boys who were on a fucked up power trip. You’re nothing. You never were. And no one will remember you when you”re gone, and the ones who happen to, will dance on your fucking grave. It was all for nothing. Because that”s what you are. Nothing. You will never hurt another person. You will never hurt Harlow or my daughters. Dead men can’t rape.”

The lights in the room shut off, replaced by a spotlight that shines over their heads. They squint, trying to look away from the blinding lights.

“Neo, be a good pet and let’s see what their last words are, shall we, love?”

“Anything for you, Madam.” I wink and make my way over to them with a skip in my step. “There you go,” I say, pulling their gags out of their mouths.

“So,” Queenie asks, not looking at them as she grabs a few things from the table where she has all her toys laid out. “Anything you’d like to say?”

“You”re nothing but a stupid whore. The only good thing about you was the warm holes we used,” my deadbeat father spits.

A feral snarl vibrates in my chest. My hand shoots out, wrapping around his throat. His eyes widen and he starts to gargle as my hand squeezes tightly. “Watch how you fucking talk about my queen, you sack of shit,” I snarl, practically foaming at the mouth.

Grabbing my switch-blade, I let him go. He coughs, trying to suck in air but he doesn’t get more than a lung full in before I reach into his mouth and grab his tongue. In a flash, my blade slices through his flesh and removes his tongue clean from his body.

He screams, blood pouring from his mouth. I just laugh in his face. “Guess you should have thought better of those last words, shouldn’t you?”

Stepping back, I look at the other two. “What about you? Share the same thoughts as him?” I ask, tossing my father”s tongue back at him, hitting him in the face before it rolls to the floor.

“You’re crazy,” the twin”s father whimpers in horror.

Queenie slowly turns, a sinister smile gracing her pouty red lips that has my dick aching as I picture what they look like wrapped around my cock.

“Oh, honey, you haven’t seen nothing yet.”

The music starts up and I can’t help but chuckle at the choice in song. Bebe Rexha’s I’m Gonna Show You Crazy starts to play over the sound system.

The song starts off slow, and this time Queenie is the one to sing the lyrics. It’s not often but she does sometimes. Me, I take a few steps back and lean against the wall, watching as she does her thing.

With her daggers in hand and her bright teal gun strapped to her hip, she starts to sing as she slowly walks over to them.

I take in every lyric, the way she sings as if she’s talking about herself.

When she gets to the part that says, so what if she’s fucking crazy, the song starts to pick up and Queenie grins. I grin, too, knowing she’s about to have the time of her life. By the end of this, both her and Harlow’s remaining demons will be slayed and never again will we ever have to worry about them coming back to spread more of their poison into our lives.

Queenie sings from her heart, giving her hips a little shake, belting out the lyrics in their face. The twins and Dean’s dad watch, confused and in shock. My father is still screaming his head off, blood soaking his face.

The song slows down a bit again. And when she gets to the part about finding a missing piece, she looks over at me and fucking smiles.

My heart stops because fucking hell, that”s what she is for me. The missing piece of my heart and soul. I was nothing until I found her again. This woman is my everything. Harlow, Queenie, doesn’t matter. They”re one and the same and always will be for me.

The song picks up to the main chorus again and when she gets to the part that says, I’m gonna show you, this is where things start to get bloody.

She straddles the twin”s father’s lap, grabbing the back of his head with a handful of hair and when the song says loco, she takes her dagger and cuts from the corner of his mouth up to his ear and when it says maniac, she does the same thing to the other side.

He screams, but she swings her leg over and gets off him, paying attention to Dean’s dad now.

She slices down his chest, cutting his shirt off his body and pulls it away to show his bare chest.

When the song says mental, she cuts the dagger from the top right side of his shoulder, down over his chest, ending it on the left side of his abdomen. His eyes widen as he also screams in pain. I want to lash them too, but I’m too mesmerized by my queen having the time of her life. She’s really getting into the song.

Next the lyrics are, out my brain and she does the same thing, only starting at his left shoulder. When she’s done, it leaves behind a big bloody X in the middle of his chest.

As the song says, bat shit, she plunges the knife into the middle of the X and screams in his face, “go insane”.

My cock is leaking right now, my body vibrating with so much fucking need for this woman. It’s been awhile since she’s done a D-Day and I swear I’ll be the one who goes insane if she doesn’t use me for her pleasure after this.

Now it’s my father’s turn but she doesn’t do what she did to the others, no, she keeps singing as the song repeats the word crazy as she goes over to the table and lifts up her shiny silver katana.

She turns around as the music stays up beat, but the lyrics slow down a bit. She walks over to him, continuing to sing. When she stops before him, she belts out so what if I’m fucking crazy, holding the last note for a long beat.

And then I grin as more blood get’s shed.

I watch in awe as she does her thing. Wielding the katana, she sings loco and slices his left arm clean off. Then manic, and there goes the other arm.

My father lets out a silent scream, his eyes bulging out of his head in horror.

Turning to the side, she sings bat shit, go insane and brings the katana down over his lap, slicing his legs from his body. Every one of her swings are precise, the force hitting just right to make them all pretty clean cuts.

The last part, when it says I’m gonna show you, with all her might, she decapitates the fucker.

Queenie tosses the sword to the ground, then grabs both guns from its holster. She raises them up and points them at the other two men’s heads and as the song comes to an end, there’s a little gasp and that”s when Queenie pulls both triggers and puts a bullet into their brains, ending their lives.

The room fills with silence and for a second we both just stand there. My heart thunders in my chest, electricity humming throughout my veins

I take a moment to really look her over. I haven’t noticed before, but she’s now covered in blood, chest heaving.

When she slowly turns her head toward me, we lock eyes and time stands still. And then, like an elastic band, our control snaps.

She tosses the guns to the ground and we run to each other. We collide as she launches herself into my arms. I lift her up by her thighs as our mouths crash together.

The kiss is violent, all tongues and teeth. I growl as she bites down on my lip and moan as I taste the blood.

Lowering her to the ground, I grab her tiny little shorts and rip them off her body as she pulls my zipper down, freeing my throbbing cock.

I grunt as she flips me over, my back hitting the floor. She straddles my lap, grabs my cock and places it at her entrance.

“Use me, my queen,” I rasp. “I’m fucking yours.”

She smirks before lowering herself down onto my length. Her eyes roll back as the sounds that leave her makes me grind my teeth, trying to keep myself from cumming.

Grabbing her hips, I start to move her, helping her ride me as she rids herself of her corset.

“Fucking hell,” I groan as her heavy breasts fall free. I want to suck her tight nipples into my mouth, but she’s breastfeeding and the guys already chewed me out for having a taste of her milk.

Not my fucking fault, I couldn’t help myself and I came so damn hard I blacked out. No regrets. But right now is not about me, it’s about her.

She grabs one of her daggers that”s strapped to her leg and cuts my shirt from my body.

My eyes roll back as I grip her hips hard when she takes her dagger and cuts my chest. I have no idea what she’s doing, but when she’s done, she leans over. Her tongue laps up the blood, licking over the cut.

“Oh fuck,” she moans and then shatters. Her cunt grips my cock like a vice as she leans back, working her hips faster, riding me like her life depends on it through her release.

Unable to hold back, I thrust up into her and my roar echos throughout the room as I find my release. A violent orgasm rips through me and I cum hard. My cock jerks inside her, filling her with jet after jet of my hot cum until it’s dripping out of her.

“Can’t fucking stop,” I croak out as the orgasm feels like it’s going on forever.

When I think I’m about to black out, Queenie slumps over me.

I wrap my arms around her, both of our hearts pounding hard in our chests.

Grinning against her shoulder, I give it a kiss as I rub her back while we come down from the high.

With Queenie, these moments don’t last long and sadly she rolls off me, laying down onto the ground next to me.

“What did you carve onto my chest?” I ask her with amusement.

She looks over at me with a smirk. “A Q.”

My brows jump. “Well, it’s about time you put your brand on me.”

She shrugs. “I felt like this was the perfect time.”

I look over at the dead monsters, who”s only good things they’ve ever did was help make me and my cousins. “Yeah,” I say, something inside of me settling. “The perfect time.”

***

WHEN WE GET HOME, QUEENIEheads for the shower. Me? I wash my hands good before I head for my little princess’s room.

Quickly, I creep in, careful not to wake her and peer down into her crib. My heart seizes in my chest. This little lady, my everything. I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but I vow to be the best dad she could ever want. I might not be like all the other dads, but I promise to always love and protect her. And I’d kill anyone who harms her. Not that anyone would be able to get close enough to try.

“My sweet little Leah.” I brush my finger over her soft fuzzy cheek. Her name is actually Amelia Evie Rose, named after the three women who mean the most to Harlow. But we call her Leah for short.

I’m not sure how long I stand here, watching her little chest rise and fall as she breathes, her pink lips parted in bliss.

I’ve never felt so much love inside of me, not even for Harlow. This little girl owns me more than her mother, and that says a lot.

“She okay?” a soft voice whispers and I know that Queenie is gone and Harlow is back.

“She’s perfect,” I whisper back.

“You would think she was under attack and needed protecting.” Harlow laughs. We look over to see Dean, Cass, Axel and Sam all sleeping in different parts of the room. They like to bug me for being obsessed with our daughter but they’re just as bad.

“She will always be protected,” I tell her. “And so will you.” I kiss Harlow’s cheek, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her close, needing her touch, her warmth.

Our lives are anything but conventional, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. And whether our kids choose to follow in our path or want to live what some might call a normal life, we will be there by their side.

Because no matter what, family comes first and we will destroy anyone who tries to fuck with that.

The end.

Thank you so much for loving Queenie and her crew. I’m glad I could give you all one last story of these characters. Queenie will forever hold a place in my heart, but her story is now officially over. Don’t worry, you will get to see her in future stories.