Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
I never expected my love to match my hatred for him. I thought the game of who can destroy the other was what would do us in. But love? That’s the deadliest kind of drug. I realized that day in his room after we got back from the Cathedral that his love for me can force him to do things against his will.
It gives me more power than I ever had.
Apart, we were our own worst enemy, but together? We’re explosive. An unbeatable team.
I haven’t apologized for setting his car on fire, and I never will. The stupid bastard should have never recorded us, let alone shared it on social media. Plus, I’m sure he’ll piss me off at some point, and I’ll set something else of his on fire.
“Have you spoken to Raven?” I ask Alex, placing my attention back on him.
He shakes his head. “Nope. She won’t answer my phone calls or return my texts.”
I’ll text her tomorrow. I’ve stayed hidden at the house with Colt. I haven’t even seen Tatum. Not until the stitches are out of my face and the bruises are faded more. Not wanting to have to talk about what happened. I want to move on. And it’ll be harder if I have to talk about it every day.
I feel a set of hands on my shoulders, and I jump. “Ready?” Colt whispers in my ear from behind me.
I nod, thankful he doesn’t acknowledge my unease. What Nate took from me isn’t going to return overnight, but I’m determined to move on and not let that fucker control my life. Right now, I feel good. It’s been a long week, but I’m healing. Like Colt said-one day at a time.
Colt kisses my cheek, and I feel him pull away, stepping back. Letting me know I can do this on my own, but all I have to do is say the word, and he’ll take over for me.
A man who I now know by the name of Tyson walks into my line of sight. I sat down with him, Colt, and the guys a couple of nights ago in his office at his club Blackout. Colt told me I could ask whatever I wanted, and they would answer it. I learned that night that I had been living with four men who have very dark secrets. It should have made me run away from him, but instead, it made me love Colt even more. Nothing about our past together has ever not been complicated. Besides, Colt has seen me at my worst, and he still chose me. I’ll always choose him too. No matter what he does.
“Here you go,” Tyson announces, dragging Mike behind him by the rope that is wrapped around his wrists. He’s got duct tape wrapped all the way around his mouth and head, like Nate did to me.
Tyson brings him to a tree and throws the rope over a limb before tying it off, securing Mike to it with his hands above his head. His shoes barely touch the ground.
Finn steps in front of me with a smirk playing on his lips. “Give him hell, Ray.” He holds out a Paslode XP nail gun. The same one I used on Nate. He gave me a crash course on it a few days ago. Turns out, the damn thing has some kind of safety. And it only shoots nails when it’s pressed up against the target. Or you can pull the slide back. But I didn’t have that luxury with my wrists tied together. I didn’t know what I did to make it work last time. I’m just glad I know how to work it now. Winking at me, he adds, “I’ve been charging it for you. It’s loaded with fifty nails. Ready for you to use. And I brought plenty more.” He nods to his backpack on the ground by his feet.
The sound of Mike screaming behind his gag makes me smile. “Thanks, Finn.”
I take it in my hands, and it seems even heavier than that day at Mike’s. My heart is racing but not like it was then. This is a different kind of adrenaline. There’s a calmness when it comes to revenge. I know what I’m doing isn’t any better than him, but I just don’t give a fuck.
I’ve always had that kind of attitude, but now I only care about one thing-Colt. He allows me to pull him into the darkness so I can bathe in the light. And I do the same for him.
But Mike deserves to know what it feels like to be helpless. To have no hope of anyone coming to save him. To be humiliated.
“Hey, Finn?” I turn to face him on my right. He’s the closest to me. Everyone else stands behind us.
“Yeah, gorgeous?” he asks.
“Do you have your pocketknife on you?”
“Always.” He pulls it from his pocket and flips it open. “Want to carve him up first?”
I shake my head. “Will you remove his shirt?”
Mike starts thrashing, twisting his body around and kicking his legs out, forcing me to take a step back so they don’t hit me. Finn punches him in the stomach, making him hunch over the best he can with his hands tied above his head. Then Finn starts cutting the T-shirt off his body. Once done, he closes the knife. “All yours.”
“Hold this for a sec.” I offer him the nail gun and he takes it. I undo Mike’s belt and unfasten his jeans. I rip them down his legs along with his boxers to his ankles and fasten the belt, tying his legs together.
I want to humiliate him. Plus, it keeps him from kicking his legs out at me.
“Thanks.” I reach out, taking the nail gun back.
“My pleasure.” Finn smirks.
Mike is screaming, his chest heaving. He throws his head back, looking up at his tied arms as if he can come up with a way to save himself. It’s not going to happen.
Lifting the nail gun, I hold it against the side of his flaccid dick. He stills, body going stiff. I look up into his wide eyes and pull the trigger. He screams so loud behind the tape that the birds fly out of the surrounding trees. “I know how much you hate blood on your dick,” I say, tilting my head to the side. I make fun of the fact he stopped fucking me after he learned I was a virgin. Even though I know it was because of his fear of Colt.
I hear a gagging noise behind me and turn around to see Alex bent over, his hands on his knees trying not to vomit. Finn is smiling, nodding his head. Jenks is rubbing Alex’s back. “Dude, you kill for a fucking living.”
Alex shakes his head and stands upright, crossing his legs with his hand over his dick like he’s next.
I look at Colt, who is staring at me intently. He’s got his legs wide, and arms crossed over his chest. He arches a brow as if to ask me if I need help, and I give him a smile.
I can do it myself.
Turning back to Mike, I shove the jagged edge into his thigh and pull the trigger. His body jerks while he sobs into the duct tape.
Then I do it again to his other leg. As I smile, a sick and twisted feeling of satisfaction comes over me when I see the blood run down his hairy legs.
I decide to hit both arms. I had to be quick with Nate because my life depended on it. But right now? I’ve got Colt and his friends here. I’m safe and can take my time.
Crying, he shakes his head, and I hit him in the stomach. My breathing picks up at how pathetic he looks. This was me-a sobbing mess on the floor-and it makes my teeth clench. How helpless I was. What would they have done to me if I hadn’t killed Nate by the time Mike returned home?
I pull the trigger again on his hip. And then on his knee.
Finn reloads it for me twice. I pull the trigger over and over. Holding it up against Mike’s body, he hangs there, head falling forward while I pump him full of nails. But he’s not the one who’s screaming, I am. Tears run down my face while my heart pounds in my chest. I don’t let go until I run out again. Letting it drop to my side, Finn reaches out for it, but I step away from him, needing a moment.
“Princess.” I blink tears away to see Colt now standing in front of me, and he reaches out his hand. “Hand me the nail gun.”
I shake my head, too tired to go on but not ready to let go.
“It’s empty again.” He looks down at it dangling by my side, softly tapping my thigh. “He’s dead. It’s over.”
I sniff, and his green eyes search mine. “You did good, princess.” His warm hands cup my face, and I lick my wet lips. “How about we go home now?”
Yeah. That’s what I need. Him and me in our bed. The world falls away when it’s just us. He knows how to make nothing else matter.
I hold out the gun, and he takes it, handing it off to Finn.
Turning back to face me, Colt kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth, and I moan into his. My heavy arms wrap around his neck, and I open up for him, letting him dominate me.
One of his arms wraps around my back while his other hand holds my head in place. He growls deep in his chest when he tastes my tears.
I don’t know what’s going to happen today or tomorrow, but I do know that no matter what, Colton Knox will be by my side, reminding me that he belongs to me. And I will crawl on my hands and knees, begging him to make me his.
The end
Book 5: Carnage
PROLOGUE
L.O.R.D.
A Lord takes his oath seriously. Only blood will solidify their commitment to serve those who demand their complete devotion.