Page 81 of Twisted in Obsession

It's a win-win.

I nod. "Straight to the special chair for him. Maybe the lions. We’ll see how much he cooperates when he wakes up."

‘And if your father finds out?’ Shepp signs, scrunching his brows. ‘As much of a piece of shit as he is, he's still a part of the family. And his father…’

I roll my eyes, slapping his hands down and holding them between mine. "My father can choke on a cock," I hiss, squeezing his fingers between my hands. "And his father?" I spit at the ground. "He can also choke on a fat fucking cock for all I care. Leighton LeMaster is a goddamn dead man. I'm going to chop every fucking finger that entered my girl without her permission. Fuck his father. And fuck my father. They can duke it out. But I'm the goddamn heir of this city, and I'm going to make sure no one forgets it."

They certainly won't when I'm through with Leighton. When they look at his hand, there will be a constant reminder of who he fucked with. Then, no one will do it again. Ever.

"And then, we're going to give them to her as a present. I have the perfect box!" Arrow grins, rubbing his hands together. "We have like maybe two hours until fuck boy wakes up. So, we might want to get a move on."

‘You're way too happy and eager to take fingers,’ Shepp signs, stepping away from me and my iron grip. ‘Let's get this over with. We'll have to get Journey out of jail.’

I grin, stepping up beside Shepp and clapping him on the shoulder. "She can sweat it out a little bit. Besides, we need to speak with our lawyer."

Shepp stiffens. ‘A lawyer?’

"When Journey West gets out of jail, she'll no longer have a few days to get used to the fact that we're her future."

No. When she gets out of jail, she’s going to be released into our custody. Those are the terms. My Little Chaos will never leave my sight again. Ever. I won’t allow her to. And if my father has anything to say about it. Well, he can shove it so far up his paranoid ass that it comes out his throat, for all I care.

I’ve followed my father’s rules to a T since the moment I was born. He never had to worry about his little brainwashed boy disobeying him. Unless he found something to be disappointed over. Lately, I’ve learned to control myself around him. I’m his perfect little soldier under his eye. But in the shadows?

Now, that’s a different story entirely.

‘What the hell did you do?’ Shepp signs, chasing after me when I meet Arrow, who bounces on his toes with excitement at the SUV.

"I'm binding her by contract. She's no longer Journey West, a free woman. She's ours. And the sooner she gets used to it, the better off she'll be."

“Now, let's choppity chop off some fingers.” Arrow’s gleeful laugh echoes through the private lane as I take one last look around the property.

After the commotion died down and Leighton’s car was wheeled away, everyone stumbled back inside to continue their partying. Even Jenni poked her disheveled head out the door with furrowed brows and bedhead, checking to make sure everything was okay with her little boyfriend behind her. The same man whose drugs are currently killing one in ten people in my goddamn city as soon as they consume the pills. I tried to be nice and get him to back off, but now I’ll have to resort to more desperate measures. Starting with his little girlfriend.

“Let’s leave,” I comment, hopping into the passenger’s side.

Shepp huffs when he puts the car in drive, pulling in the direction of our mansion fifteen minutes away.

Far away from here. Far away from my father’s stupid tower downtown. And far away from my beautiful blushing bride resting in a jail cell.

“Tell them to keep her in holding until we get there. No more questions.”

“It should be any second now,” Arrow croons, grabbing his skeleton mask and placing it on top of his head. Arrow turns over his watch, staring at the hands ticking away around the numbers.

Two hours ago, Arrow stuck Leighton with a needle, knocking him unconscious. It’s too bad his nose is twisted and bloodied from falling forward and directly on it, scuffing his face, too.

Such a damn shame.

I blow out a breath, centering myself before the mayhem Arrow loves so much begins. Blood. Chopped off fingers. And anything in between.I’ve seen it all my life. Lived it. Breathed it. But it never gets easier. Blood makes my stomach curdle. Violence makes my hair stand on end. I'll endure it, though. It’s my life. So, I try to make the best of it and help my brothers.

My ears tingle when a groaning from the room next to ours intensifies, turning my damn insides. I squeeze my eyes shut, visions of my past roaring through my mind. Fuck. This is so stupid. You’d think a guy who seems so big and is covered in scars would know how to handle this sort of thing. Blood? It should be easy! I grew up watching my father perform surgeries for years in our basement for the boss. Time and time again, my father cut someone open for the sake of torture, luring out the information one piece at a time.

Over and over, he made me watch from the shadows. Every moan of pain. Every cry, begging for their lives. I was there. Waiting for it to end, which it always did. By death.

His face flashes through my mind.

“Sit up straight, boy. Tonight is my damn coronation.” My father’s beady eyes examine the stage in front of us, where an old-time jazz band plays for the best of the best.

Every single person lining this room has a kingdom waiting for them throughout California. The Viotto Crime Family. Five brothers in charge of their sections. This happens to be Gabriel’s domain. My father’s Commissioner—the man he’s about to become second-in-command for. He’s thoroughly proved himself over and over again.

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