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“Emily had six large gashes on her back, requiring her to have one hundred and eighty-two stitches with how deep some of them were. I’m going to double that and call it a day once my brother here has the information he came for.” Liam says the last word with the whistling sound of the whip coming down on Boudreaux’s back, cracking as it meets his skin, tearing it open instantly.

Blood streams steadily down his back, sides, and legs, coating them, as Liam strikes him with the whip him over and over.

Boudreaux never makes a sound other than grunting, taking his punishment in silence.

I count each strike, watching as leather meets skin with a loud wet cracking sound, leaving a pool of crimson in its wake.

Boudreaux passes out around hit nine, but Liam is a man of his word, giving him all twelve lashings.

“Call the doc to come in and stitch up the ones that are too deep to heal on their own. We are done here!” Liam drops the whip, looking at me, then Noah, as he wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand.

“I guess the interrogation is over.” I say as I shake my head at Liam.

“What? He wasn’t going to tell us anything anyway.” Liam shrugs as he walks back out of what Alec called the playroom.

“I’m going to stay here and see if I can get some more information for you. I know how to push his buttons.” Alec waves the giant rubber dick at us as we exit the way we came in.

“That guy has some serious issues, but I like him.” Noah chuckles as we leave the massive compound.

I text Evie from the back seat of the Jeep, letting her know I’m on my way home, as we turn off of Royal St.

Chapter 16

Evie

Iopen the freezer door, a smile curling at the corners of my lips at the sight of a new bottle of Disaronno, as promised.

I grab the bottle and holler, “Shots!” When I realize it’s midnight.

When the boys had to leave, we decided to keep the party going at our house until they finished whatever job they had to get done.

I realize now that he may have really meant that he would see me tomorrow.

Lily and Em dance into the kitchen to the beat of, “American Horror Show”, by Snow Wife. They both sing as they twirl andbounce their ass up to the counter where I am currently pouring nine perfect, sugar rimmed shots.

“Ooh, this one looks yummy.” Lily picks up the mixture of Disaronno with a hint of margarita mix.

“Every shot she makes is amazing, that’s why I voted for her to make every round!” Emily grabs her shot, holding it up.

I pick mine up, clinking both the girls’ shot glasses, and down the shot.

“This is good! What is it, Eves?” Lily asks, looking at the empty glass in awe as she licks her lips before setting the shot glass back on the counter, then turns her attention back to me.

“It’s just a shot version of an amaretto sour, the only drink she ever orders when we go out.” Em pipes in, chastising me for not going out of my comfort zone very often.

“I’m a creature of habit. I know what I like.” I smirk, thinking about how quickly everything has happened, and how off my schedule I actually am.

I haven’t given myself a moment to really think about everything. The fact that my impending doom is imminent has me wanting to live life to the fullest right now.

I know I should be more worried about who pulls the trigger, but I have a feeling that my gift baskets will flush out the rest of the weeds, so I can get to the root of the problem.

“Girl, since a certain man came into the picture and swept you off your feet, you are so much more carefree than usual!” Lily says excitedly.

“That’s because she finally got that dick!” Emily busts out laughing as she humps the air in front of her.

“Hey! I got dick before and was still an uptight bitch!” I admit, laughing at myself.

“That’s because you didn’t have the right dick, honey! When you finally get dick that knows how to satisfy every craving you have ever had, it changes you.” Lily almost cackles.

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