Page 14 of Lock Up the Darkness

I spun it around my fingers. This little beauty had recorded every sordid detail of Evan and Becca on their knees coming, screaming, bleeding, as they’d given themselves over to me.

I smiled to myself and stowed it in the front pocket of my jeans.

I was about to pull my phone out to text Security to come drag them out, when that familiar thunder rolled outside, coming closer and closer until it abruptly tapered off.

Not moments later, the front door slammed, and then heavy footsteps—the type bearing motorcycle boots—came pounding down the hallway, coming in hot.

The salon door flew open a second later and Pretty stood there, his hair wild and windswept, eyes hard and sparking with rage. He was basically frothing at the mouth, he was so fucking pissed.

He pulled up short at the threshold when his sexy caramel eyes landed on the scene in front of him.

I watched it cut into some of his rage once he registered that it was Tessier’s unconscious naked body on the floor, his sculpted ass on display. He spared but a single glance at Becca.

Yeah, he was kinda numb when it came to women these days. He was just going through the motions, just doing what was expected of him to keep up that golden boy appearance.

“When you said you were gonna take care of it, I figured you going the heavy-handed threat route.”

I shrugged. “I was bored.”

“Well, this was certainly more creative.”

“Creative is about all it was, Kill,” I groused.

“They couldn’t hack it, huh?”

My boy knew me well.

I looked out at them, shaking my head to myself.

Two more fuck toys I’d broken.

They hadn’t even come close to being what I’d needed, to taking what I needed to deal out.

Nobody had in as long as I could remember.

With one exception, one saving grace.

Asher.

But because of how he was, that strict and insanely tight lock on his control that he kept most of the time, him going there and stepping into that headspace with me was a once-in-a-blue-moon kinda deal.

And when I couldn’t get the relief I needed, shit got… brutal.

Things weren’t exactly sustainable and they were only getting worse.

“Jonah.”

I blinked hard and focused back on the immediate. “What?”

“I asked if you documented this little playtime?”

I grinned and patted my front pocket. “Damn straight. Once it’s uploaded, it’ll send a hell of a shockwave through all their dumb fuck supporters and keep the bitches down from here on out.” I strode to the frosted glass coffee table and snapped up Evan’s phone. “I also took care of what he had on you. There’s nothing to worry about, you’ll stay clean, the image intact.”

“Thanks, bro,” he said, coming to me and slap-shaking.

“No worries.”

Evan and his supporters had tried to undermine us and our standing, using a slipup of Kill’s that Asher had gotten wind of through his invasive surveillance on every fucking body in our lives and beyond, confirming that they’d planned to leak news of it all over. To keep his pristine rep intact, there was no way Kill could’ve dealt with it. He couldn’t get his hands dirty. It wasn’t his role, it would fuck up everything.

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