Page 46 of Wicked Vengeance

“Oops,” I say, staring down at the mess that was once his balls. “Turns out, if you apply too much electric shock to a man's scrotum, they just kind of…um, explode? Who knew?”

“I can see that,” Raena laughs, pulling me back from Jackson's body and sitting me down in the chair, “Why don’t we take a break, hmm?”

“Yeah, okay. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lose control.”

“Oh, better you than me. I would have slit his fucking throat if you hadn’t melted his balls. As much as I want to see him die, we need to stop the bleeding so we can question him,” She says, walking over to the shelf and grabbing a dirty work towel and one of my larger-bladed daggers. “Hold pressure with this, and I'll go get Royal or Alek to heat this up.”

She tosses the towel at me before dragging the wooden door open. The shadows of the night sky and pale moonlight dance on the dirt floor. I’d be worried about infection, but considering this piece of shit will never set foot outside of this rickety old shed when my girl is done with him, I don’t think he’ll mind a nasty infection in what’s left of his testicles.

I can see my brothers standing around a bonfire with some of the others, Dax and Ronan included. Like a beacon of hope in the face of despair, their bodies are in tune with hers, seeking her out and turning to her before their eyes ever meet. It takes entirely too much effort to remain in this shed, but I don’t think the guys out there would appreciate me strutting around with my dick swinging. Except maybe my brothers. “Hey boys, Maddox got a little shock-happy with the probie-thingy. We made a little mess.” She laughs, and despite the horrors she’s endured, her light never dims. “Can you heat this up for me– so we can cauterize?”

“Of course, Baby Girl. Let me see it.” Alek takes the dagger from her, holding it over the fire, letting the orange flames lap at the tip of the blade.

The bloody mess we made soaks through the tattered, grease-stained fabric, mixing with the dirt, but I’m barely paying attention to the unconscious fucker bleeding. I can’t pull my focus away from my girl. There’s a lightness in her that shines on the darkest parts of me– soothing the chaos and calming my racing thoughts. I don’t know how to explain it. I’ve never been able to turn off the noise of my mind…until her.

“Did he give anything up yet?” I hear Royal ask.

“Just his balls. Nothing important…yet.” Raena deadpans, and laughter erupts from the small gathering around the fire.

I don’t know how she does it. In the face of insurmountable trauma, she doesn’t cease to amaze me. She’s been through hell, but she is still able to smile and bring smiles to everyone around her. She’s fucking incredible.

I’m going to marry that girl.

A hiss sounds in the doorway when Alek walks in. Royal and Raena close the door after they follow him inside. “Damn, man. That’s nasty.”

I toss the soaked towel aside. Alek grabs what’s left of Jackson’s busted balls and pulls them tight away from his body. In one swift movement, he slices them off with the glowing blade, tossing them aside in a pile with the dirty towel. Jackson’s flesh sizzles as Alek presses the hot end between his legs, and the smell of burning tissues fills my nostrils. There is nothing quite like the smell of barbecued ball sacks. Jackson jolts awake once more, screaming in agony while Alek works, but he doesn’t last long, passing out again in record time.

“He called my queen a name I didn’t appreciate,” I say, shrugging it off. I’m not sorry about the damage…just the loss of control I had. “He’s lucky I haven’t cut out his tongue yet.”

“Soon, Maddie Baby. Very soon,” Raena whispers, sliding her hands around my waist from behind and pressing her beautiful face into my back. “While he’s out, we should talk.”

Both of my hands cover hers on my stomach, pulling her tighter to me as dread fills my body like a bottomless well of distress. She kisses the center of my back before letting me go, walking around me to the chair I sat out for her earlier. “What’s wrong, Raena?”

“No… Nothing’s wrong. There’s just so much I need to tell you all, and I wasn’t ready to talk about it earlier. I don’t want to keep secrets. There are things I learned while I was…” She trails off as she stares down at her feet, kicking at the debris littering the dirty floor.

Without thought, my bare knees dig into the rough surface as I kneel at her feet. “You can tell us anything, Raena. It won’t change anything.”

“No, I know,” her troubled eyes find mine, reassuring me, when she’s the one who needs the comfort right now. My brothers join me on their knees, reaching for her. “I feel safe here. With you– all of you.”

“As you should, Angel. Now, tell us what we need to know. We’ll listen.” Royal says, rubbing soothing strokes up and down one of her thighs.

“I –uh, I told Alek part of this, but… It was my mother who took me from Twisted. She made a deal with King– both times. My mother traded me to that monster to save her own ass.” Anger seeps out through her venomous words.

She’s angry…hurt. I can’t blame her. If I’m feeling even a fraction of her rage on behalf of her, I don’t want to imagine what she must be feeling. All of the muscles in my body protest, shaking with the need to string her mother up in this shed next to all the other villains in her life and show them what happens when you hurt what’s mine.

“Where is she?” The lethal and dangerously low tone of my voice brings a peculiar smile to my girl's face.

“Oh, Maddie Baby. Bring it back down to a simmer. I might not have been able to take King out, but that heartless bitch got what she deserved.”

“That’s our fucking girl.” I can’t contain the smile that splits across my face. Just when I think she can’t amaze me anymore, this girl blows my goddamn mind. “There’s only one thing as sexy as watching you kill people… and that’s hearing stories of you killing people. I’m going to need details, Pretty Girl– you know, for the spank bank later.”

“Oh, no. There will be no spanking of anything later. That is my cock now, little psycho. You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission.”

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

“Is that so, Angel? Does that apply to all of us or just Maddox?” Royal asks, circling her slender neck with his inked hand, and I’m too fucking stunned and turned on to even form a goddamn word, much less a response. Is it possible to have a spontaneous orgasm without touch? Because I feel pretty fucking close to exploding like a fucking wet dream.

“No, sir. Just Maddie,” Raena’s breathless voice has my cock jumping and leaking like a fucking teenage boy who just figured out what his cock did for the first time.

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