Page 91 of Vicious Little Games

“It wasn’t like that. She wanted it, I swear. She came so fucking hard.”

“Bullshit!” I yell, letting off some of the pressure before my head pops off my body in a million pieces. “She couldn’t tell you ‘no,’ ‘stop,’ or anything else with her goddamn mouth full of him, could she?”

“I’m telling you, she loved it! If she didn’t, why did she keep begging us to sneak into her room to fuck her?”

My finger pulls back on the trigger before my aching head can even comprehend what it’s doing.

The blowback of Lowell’s blood and…possibly brains are what snap me out of the haze as I sink to my knees, my legs refusing to hold my weight any longer.

“Well,” August says into the silence following the loud pop of the gun going off. My ears are ringing, but it sounds like he says, “That’s gonna leave a stain.”

“Could one of you…get me a…towel?” I ask them through the shock. My lungs are locked up, refusing to inhale or exhale.

I just killed a man. A man who hurt Cass.

I killed him in, well, not cold blood. His blood and brains on my face are definitely still warm.

A blue, damp, bathroom hand towel appears in front of my face a moment later.

“Thank you,” I say as I take it and scrub the soft, wet fabric over my eyes first, then my nose and mouth.

“What a fucking mess,” I bitch. Finally looking up at the two men standing there, watching me, waiting for my next move, I can’t help but ask them, “He deserved to die, right?”

“That fucking prick deserved worse than a bullet through his brain,” August replies.

“I can’t believe he admitted to that shit…taking the virginity of one of Dante’s daughters. And I mean taking it…”

“Shut up,” I tell Mike, even if I am stupidly relieved that I wasn’t overreacting after all. Just because Cass kept fucking these two men doesn’t mean the first time wasn’t…I can’t even think that goddamn word.

“We need to find his phone, then roll him up in the bedding,” August suggests. “Mike, find sheets and another comforter for the bed. Cops will think he just left town after we clean up. Don’t worry, kid. This won’t come back on you.”

“Thanks,” I tell him. “Give me a minute and I’ll help,” I promise.

“You still want to go to that other address tonight?” August asks.

“Hell, yes. I want this done and over with tonight.”

After cleaning up Lowell’s place, the guys and I have a similar visit with Matt. Except this time we wake him up in the dark with Mike holding his legs, August pinning down his wrists by his sides, and me straddling his face, the muzzle of my gun pressed to his lips.

“Open wide, motherfucker.”

One of the guards must twist some body part, because Matt’s mouth opens on a scream, allowing me to shove the muzzle of my gun inside of it, as deep as it can go, then deeper, making him gag on it.

“Did Cass make similar sounds when you shoved your dick down her throat and Lowell took her fucking virginity?” I ask him.

He shakes his head no, but it’s impossible to know whether he’s answering my question or just trying to fight the three of us off him.

I pull the gun out of his mouth so I can hear his confession. Matt sucks in loud breaths as I hold the muzzle to his forehead.

“You fucked her mouth while your buddy fucked her pussy?”

“Y-yes.”

“You held her down, shoved your cock down her throat in the dark gym, without asking her if she wanted you?”

“She did want it! I don’t know what the hell she told you, but she liked it. If-if she didn’t, she could’ve easily thrown us off like in training sessions!”

“You mean the training sessions where she kicks your asses one at a time with her instructor watching?”

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