Page 51 of Disturbed Lucidity

“What?” Saint asked.

Frost looked from me to Slash, who showed up just in time for the club meeting. Fucker knew better than to be late. He still wasn’t happy with me. Not that I gave a fuck. As far as I was concerned, I had settled the matter, and until Ivy informed me otherwise, nothing had changed.

“They’ve requested Ivy be in attendance.”

Looking up from my glass of whiskey, I glared at Slash, who slowly shook his head. “Knew we should have killed those other fucks. Did they say why?”

“No,” Frost admitted. “Only that if she wasn’t there, the meet was off, and they would take it as an act of war.”

Logic leaned forward. “She’s a wildcard, Luc. Her mind is in turmoil. I don’t have sufficient time to prepare her.”

“Don’t need to prepare her,” I growled, taking a drink of the amber liquid before me. This was gearing up to be a major clusterfuck. Bad enough, the bitch killed a high-ranking officer in Los Santanas, but it was anyone’s guess who would show up at the meet. The amiable and somewhat tolerable Ivy or the fucking hell-on-wheels alter ego.

It was anyone’s guess.

“Maybe I haven’t made myself clear. Ivy isn’t in her right mind. Right now, she is incapable of following a direct order.”

I smirked at that. “Wanna bet?”

Logic was about to say something more when Frost held up his hand, stopping him. “What do you mean by that, Luc?”

“Ask Slash.” I grinned when my brother glared daggers at me. He knew what the fuck I was talking about, and though I could tell he didn’t like it; he knew I was right.

Slash growled. “Fucking bastard.”

“Tell me I’m wrong?”

“You’re not and you know it.”

“Then explain it to your brothers.”

“She is my sister, asshole.”

“Not by blood.”

Slash raked his hands through his hair and spoke. “Fucker is talking about Ivy being a masochist. She craves pain. She gets high on it. Like any drug, she’s always looking for her next fix. The meds Dr. Lansing prescribed for her helped curb that desire, but it’s always there, laying under the surface. If she can’t get it through sexual gratification, she has no problem self-harming herself to reach the desired high she wants. That’s why I fucking hate that Luc preyed on her.”

“Didn’t fucking prey, asshole.”

“Then what the hell do you call it!” Slash yelled. “You are a fucking sadist. We all know it. You get off on inflicting pain. It’s the same fucking thing, only now you have a new pet to play with.”

I chuckled at that.

He was right.

I did.

“You need to understand something if you go down this road with Ivy, Luc. She doesn’t have a hard limit. Ivy’s father trained her to accept all forms of punishment and torture. The darker the better. Without her meds, she will sink deeper into the void until there is nothing left of her. Is that what you want?”

“No,” I admitted. “But you know I am the only one here that can get her to fall in line.”

“By beating her,” Slash grumbled.

Narrowing my eyes, I glared at Slash. “Pissing me off, brother. You know nothing, and I suggest you stop talking while you can.”

“Luc’s got a point, Slash,” Logic spoke up. “While I understand the dynamics of such a relationship from a therapeutic standpoint, every one of us lives some aspect of the lifestyle. Some of us enjoy the darker side of sexual gratification. There is nothing wrong with that if both parties are consenting adults. That doesn’t make any of us less than you or I. And while I still believe that Ivy needs therapy, not just for her D.I.D., but for many other things which I will not go into here, I will insist that if you keep her around, Luc, that you attend therapy as well.”

I was about to tell Logic to fuck off when he added, “Not saying you need it, but with your past, it would be beneficial to work through some things as the relationship progresses.”

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