Page 39 of Marked for Desecration

“You set me up!”

That was when I saw it, his fist flying in the air right in my direction. Too bad for him I sidestepped slowly and let him fall through the air, bruising his ego even more.

“These amateur moves are boring me, Logan. It’s no wonder Mathias looked you over. Maybe your time with old Maya is making you rusty. Is her pussy as good as you make it out to be? Is that why you’re so hung up on her that you had to chase down what belonged to me?”

A hit landed on my back, knocking the wind out of me. I twisted and swung my blade. He hissed and disappeared again as I landed on one knee and melded into the darkness.

I kept my breathing slow and stared intently at the air in front of me. A shimmer appeared to the right of my periphery, and I took the hit. He hissed as he covered his blooded arm with his hand, disappearing again.

“Was it you who brought her the cat, Logan? Because this cat and mouse game is getting old and I have places to be. Like fucking Valka. My balls are aching and you’re wasting my time.”

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about. You’re the one that came to find me.”

My thumb moved slowly across my bottom lip in thought. If he wasn’t the one stalking her, then who was? I sensed another person around her and always assumed it was this jackass who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants.

The Cromwell men were one thing, but someone else? No. Valka wasn’t allowed to touch anyone else in this little game of ours. I needed the Cromwells to finish their mission before I freed them from the main families in the Letos clan.

I chuckled. “Yet, you’re the one who sunk his dick into the daughter of the woman you were fucking. I’d say, you challenged me and I’m here to answer your call. I am an honorable man after all, unlike some.”

He growled and I crouched before gripping my sword in both hands and swinging it upward. It lodged halfway through his inner thigh, spraying blood onto the floor and all over my pants. I grinned at my aim, and he kneed me in the face, knocking me backward and knocking the sword from my hands.

I laughed. Logan was something else. He didn’t make it easy for me and I loved every minute of it.

“Guess you’ve leveled up since the last time I saw you. I wouldn’t say I’m impressed, though. I’ve had better fights from the idiots in Clan Shaye.”

Logan fell to his knees, the sword still protruding.

I continued to lay on my back and clasped my hands behind my head, staring at him.

“Looks like you got some hard steel between your legs, Logan. Am I turning you on? Are you thinking about how I’m going to fuck Valka until she screams for me to come in all her holes?”

Logan’s jaw clenched and I winked at him. Getting back on my feet, I slowly walked toward him.

“I should cut off your dick and send it. But to whom, I wonder? Would her mother even care? She left you, didn’t she? She found better dick elsewhere.”

“Fuck you.”

I crouched down and brought my face to his, a smile plastered on my expression.

“I don’t think so. I wouldn’t give up Valka’s wet cunt for your limp prick. You have nothing to offer anyone. That’s why Mathias made you dispensable.”

My hands shot out and grabbed his neck, increasing the pressure slowly as I watched fear cross his face.

“You should have kept your dick in your pants, Logan. She gave you what you wanted. She gave you her fury and that, in itself, is more than you deserve. Valka was meant to be mine. I just needed a place to store her until I could come back, you see. But you had to go and mess that up, sniffing around her like a feral dog.”

He sputtered right before both my hands dug into the flesh of his neck, tearing his head off his body. More blood sprayed from his wound onto my clothes. How annoying. Valka always liked it though. It was why I always went to her dirty. The little vixen.

And now my dick was hard. I sighed in resignation.

“I guess youseenow…” Logan’s eyes were still blinking for a few more seconds before his pupils glazed over like cum on a dead girl’s face. “I’m just better than you.”

“I wouldn’t have freed you so soon, but you had to go and touch what was mine. Of all the Vargas women, you couldn’t stick to the one you were supposed to control.”

I pulled a satchel from my pocket and flicked it open, depositing his head inside and pulling the drawstring.

“I’m sure Maya misses her boytoy. I’ll make sure he’s nice and fresh for her. It’s the least I can do.”

Laughing to myself, I walked out of Logan’s checkpoint with the Cromwell blood farms that bridge between the north and south and into the tunnels. The Cromwell sons have been providing our biggest shipment of human flesh chattel for some time. With the inclusion of the Vargas family, the tunnels to the south began to expand, bringing in more wayward humans who found themselves on Letos territory.

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