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I’m in total shock. I never, in a million years, would have expected her to do something like this. I don’t understand why. I've been nothing but good to her. I’ve done everything she’s wanted.

“I don’t know what came over me. I’ve never acted out in violence before.” She sounds so apologetic as she guides me toward the kitchen.

I believe her; I’ve never seen her violent before, and we’ve spent a lot of time together since we started dating. My guess is that emotions are just running too high, and she acted out. I'm sure something like this will never happen again. She's far too sweet, normally. We have our arguments and disagreements like any couple, but nothing has ever turned violent before.

“It’s okay, Meg. Just get me some ice for my head, okay?” I say gently.

I watch as she grabs some frozen peas and wraps them in a towel before placing them on the side of my head. I really hope this doesn’t bruise, because I have no idea how I’d explain that to everyone.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Blade

It’s been two days since everything went down on Cam's birthday. Shadow has been MIA since then, and I’d have been worried if Wreck didn’t tell us he’d spoken to him and ensured he was okay. My guess is that he was just dealing with everything. It doesn't surprise me that he took what Sera had been through so hard.

I’ve spent a lot of time with Sera since then, too. I’ve loved every minute of it. We finally talked about us. And yes, there is definitely now an us. We’re not rushing our relationship, but there is one. I never thought I’d have someone after everything with Jasmine, but Sera, my Angel, proved me wrong.

I love spending more time together and learning the little things. Like her favorite food, which happens to be pizza, and that she started her art when she was eight. For obvious reasons. It helped her deal.

Today is Monday, though, which means she’s starting at Devil’s Ink with Wreck. That means I can finally go and help with Lanky. Yeah, he’s spent the last few days being beaten and tortured by Flame. Today is my turn, though, and I have some serious pent-up rage with a need for an outlet.

I know Patricia is still down here too. Mama June has been playing her own games with the fucking waste of oxygen for the past few days. Mama June is just as brutal and lethal as me. She is where I learned all my skills, after all. The scar running down my face? She actually gave it to me when we were training. I wear it with pride. It shows I can survive her. Before me, she had the best knife skills of anyone Blaze knew. Now, only because of years of non-stop training am I better.

Opening the door, I have to hold back a laugh when I see the state of Lanky and Patricia. Lanky looks like he’s been put through a meat grinder. Flame clearly used different hand-to-hand skills to show him the errors of his ways.

Then there’s Patricia; she is wearing only her underwear and is strung up by her arms from the ceiling. Mama June is standing in front of her, spinning her knife. Just the way I do.

“Morning Mama.” I call out as I close the door.

"Morning, baby; it’s been a while since we worked side by side.” She says, giving me a smile over her shoulder.

“I know. I can’t wait to see you inflict damage on that bitch for what she’s put my Angel through.”

“Angel?” I can hear the question in her voice.

“Yeah Angel. It suits her, at least when I call it her. Anyone else tries, and I may hurt them.”

“She’s yours?”

“Yeah Mama. She’s mine. I never knew someone like her could exist.”

“Make sure you look after her then.” She says seriously before turning her attention back to Patricia.

Well, Mama starts working over Patricia again, I walk over to the work table to see what I can use on Lanky first. I need to inflict some pain. The first thing I pick up is the ice pick. It’s been a while since I used this on anyone, and it’s always fun.

As I walk towards Lanky, I see him watching my every move. Eyes wide with fear. He knows he’s in for another day filled with pain. I actually never checked how long Wrath was planning on keeping him alive before ending his miserable life. I know that even though Flame has spent days beating on him, he hasn’t asked Lanky a single question. He left that job for me.

“So Lanky. Want to explain yourself?”

“What’s the point? You’re still going to torture me.”

“The point is how quick your pain will end. Answer my questions, and I’ll make sure your death is as quick and painless as possible.”

He shakes his head. I’m not actually disappointed; if he had said yes, then my fun wouldn’t last long. This way, I know at least it’s going to last a decent amount of time.

Without another word, I grab his right hand and turn it over so his palm is facing up on the arm of the chair he’s tied to. His gaze is full of worry, but I couldn’t care less. With my full weight behind me, I bring the ice pick down on his palm. Impaling it to the chair.

He cries out immediately, and I can’t help the smirk that takes over my face. Maybe I shouldn't, but I love this. I love inflicting pain on those who deserve it.

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