Page 85 of Wicked Revenge

My voice is stronger, and I know my newfound hope of seeing my daughter again is fueling me so I don’t fall into a puddle of despair right now.

Maddox reaches behind him, picking the phone up from the bed before sliding it into my hand. The screen lights back up, showing the image to me once again.

She’s older now– her face isn’t as round without her baby cheeks, and her natural blonde curls that match my own have grown longer. Her emerald green eyes shine with tears as the bastard holds a knife to her throat.

I recognize the tattoos on his fingers. It’s fucking King, terrorizing his own daughter for the sake of keeping his sons in line.

My vision tunnels, and all I see is red as I grip the phone hard enough to break it. My entire body is shaking with restrained rage when Royal’s hand closes over his phone in my hand.

“Do you remember my promise?” He asks me, and even in the soft tone, I can hear the dominance bleeding through. The promise he made when he was buried inside me fills my mind instantly.

He promised to fight at my side for my revenge. Promised bloodshed and carnage for anyone who has ever laid a finger on me.

With a fire blazing hotter than a furnace in my eyes, I give him a sharp nod, not trusting my voice to remain steady enough for words.

“We will get her back. Then we will level this town until the streets run red,” he growls with murderous intent.

I know it's not directed at me, but rather for me. It turns me on more than it should at this moment, and I’d love nothing more than to have a repeat session of what we did earlier.

I can still feel the delicious reminder of his special brand of punishment across my bare ass cheeks and the ache between my thighs when I press them together. But now is not the time.

“We need a plan. I won’t rest until my daughter is safe in my arms, and I drive my blade through King’s flesh,” I tell them, taking a moment to look into each of their eyes when I get to my feet. “I stepped back from my plan to help you search for your sister. But that ends now. I will rain hell down on this town, until the streets are coated in their corrupt blood. Until everyone who played a part in this feels the full wrath of my wicked revenge. I will get my daughter back, and when I do, I will bathe in Kingston Wolfe’s blood as I watch the light fade from his cold, dead eyes. Are you here for that?”

Each of them remain on their knees in front of me, staring back at me with a mix of awe and devotion as I slip into the mindset of The Hunter.

I allow them to see me as I slam down my mental barriers, locking away the weak and trembling girl behind bars of steel in my mind and bringing forth the ruthless hunter who stalks and kills degenerates who get off on hurting little girls– those weaker than them. But even with my mask firmly in place, I don’t shut down my feelings for these men.

I let them see every ounce of the strength they are pouring into me reflect back at them.

“Whatever you need, Cherry. You are my queen,” Maddox says, his cocky smirk in place, but behind it, I can see absolute chaos and promises of mayhem brewing in his stormy eyes. With a sharp nod of my head, my eyes fall to Alek next.

“Where you go, I go, Baby Girl. I’m with you,” he says in that deep sexy timbre that has my knees weak and thighs clenching as he brings my hand to his lips and places a gentle kiss there. His words and gentle touch have a smile lifting my lips as I nod and move my eyes to the last man on his knees for me.

“Angel,” Royal breathes out in his deep gravelly voice. His eyes say everything his mouth can’t, but I’m learning that’s just how he is. It doesn’t matter. I can see the utter devotion and allegiance flaring to life in his icy eyes. His hands encase my waist as he stares up at me. “I will be by your side every step of the way. Your fight is mine. Your revenge is mine. You. Are. Mine. I bind myself to you.”

Maddox gets to his feet, walking into the closet before returning in front of me, getting back on his knees as he hands something to Royal. My eyes dart to the object in his hand, seeing a dagger similar to mine.

“When we were young, we already knew we were brothers in every way but blood. So we made it official, binding ourselves as ‘blood brothers’.” Royal says, taking the blade in his hand and stabbing the point into his other palm.

Blood pools beneath the tip, but not enough to spill over the sides of his hand before he passes it to Alek. I watch with bated breath while he and then Maddox do the same.

After each of them has sliced into their palms, Royal takes the blade back. He waits until I look into his eyes before speaking.

“This is us, binding ourselves to you in blood. Vowing to stand at your side, fight your fight, and bring Em back to you. Your blood is my blood. Our blood.”

Tears fill my eyes as I take in everything he is saying. They may have seen Em as their little sister, but she is my blood– therefore, she is their blood, too.

Once we kill her father, they will be there to step into that role beside me. They will protect her and love her, just as a father should.

Giving him my hand, he gently digs the blade into my palm, but I don’t feel the pain of it over the beating of my heart, thumping wildly in my chest like a war drum. This moment feels every bit as big as it is.

Overwhelming love washes over me, crashing into me like strong waves washing onto shore during a turbulent storm. Much like our relationship as a whole, crazy and unpredictable. The blade clatters to the floor before he presses our palms together, mixing our blood for all eternity.

Alek presses his palm into mine next, his eyes holding mine as he proudly says, “My blood.”

Maddox sports his typical manic smile when he takes my blood-coated hand in his, grinning like he just won the fucking lottery as he mixes his blood with ours. Bringing my palm to his face.

“My blood,” he repeats, his tongue darting out to lick a line through the crimson mixture as heat uncoils deep inside me. He keeps licking the blood from my palm, and he doesn’t stop until my hand is completely clean.

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