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“It's okay. I'm used to it. I'm sure it won't be the last either. At least you were there this time.” A tear falls from my eye. Leaning back a little, Blaze grabs my face in his hands, forcing my head to look up at him. I see the anger and hurt there.

“Ryan, you’re saying this has happened before?!” he clenches his teeth, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “I meant what I said. If he ever lays another goddamn finger on you again, I will kill him. No one is ever going to hurt you.” His voice is firm, his eyes are searching mine. I nod my head and he wipes the tears off my face.

“Let's get some rest, princess.” Blaze helps me into bed and cuddles up behind me, rubbing my sides and planting small kisses at the back of my head. Before I know it, I’m dozing off in the safety of his arms.

Chapter 16

Kali

Carrying the bat I found in Carson’s room, I step into the basement, but I don’t see Carson where I left him. Damn it. I stand closer to the center of the room and look around, hoping to find evidence of where he may have gone.

Facing the television, I catch a reflection in our eye. Carson rushes me from behind and has me in a chokehold before I can turn around. Dropping the bat, I grip Carson's upper arm and flip him over my body. He lands on the hard floor and lets out a woosh of breath. I pick up the bat and step on his chest with Layla's high heeled boots. Tilting my head and smiling, I use the bat to tilt his chin up.

“How the hell did Layla date you? God, you’re a fucking idiot.” I cackle.

“You psycho bitch!” Carson shouts. Taking the heel of my boot, I press it deeper into his chest, making him grunt.

“You should really learn some manners when you’re in this position.” I say.

“Layla, baby. Let's talk about this. Please…We can work through this, right? We always do,” Carson pleads. I tap our chin pretending that I'm considering it.

“Tell me...” I say, removing our foot and standing over his body. Carson looks up at me from between my legs. “Did you think we could work stuff out when you receivednudes from our mother? Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” I giggle as I drag the bat from his chin down his chest.

“Layla—” Carson starts, but I interrupt him.

“Better yet, did you enjoy fucking her, Car? Did you love getting some of that old bitch’s pussy? Did you dust the cobwebs off that cunt?” I throw my head back and howl with laughter.

“Layla, I swear...”

“I am not Layla, you disgusting piece of shit!” I shout as I take the bat swinging it down at Carson’s side as he yelps out in pain. “How many damn times do I need to say that Layla would never be able to pull this shit off?”

“What the...” he gasps out. “Fuck do you mean? You are Layla.” he states. I throw my head back and laugh.

“No, I'm Kali. I guess me and Layla are one in the same, but also completely different.” I sigh. Carson gets on his knees. I hold his jaw and lean in close, our lips almost touching. “I can tell you something that will make sense, even for your puny brain, though.” Carson looks at me, his brows furrowed. I flick our tongue over his lips before I say, “All the pain you’ve caused Layla...I’m going to return it tenfold. That's a promise.”

“Wha—”

But before he can get all of the words out of his mouth, I bring our fist back and punch him in the face. Carson falls back on his ass, cupping his eye. The skin under his eye is split open and the swelling has already begun. I swing the bat at Carson’s face and his jaw dislocates immediately.I watch it flap as he falls back.

After sitting him up on the couch, I secure his wrists behind his back with his handcuffs. Trying not to ruin my momentum, I head into the kitchen in search of a pitcher, filling it with ice and water.

Standing in front of Carson, I throw the ice water on his distorted face. Carson jerks awake and screams in pain asmuch as could with a dislocated jaw. Suffering from some sort of memory loss, he tries to move his hands only to realize he can't.

“You bitch…” Carson mumbles at me, while glaring. Or at least I think that's what he says. It’s hard to understand him right now.

Strutting back into the kitchen, I pick up the biggest knife I could find. I hold it to his crotch.

“Tsk...tsk...This won't do.” I shake my head.

“Wha—” he kind of shrieks.

“Oh, I meant your clothes. Don’t worry.” I give him an innocent smile. “We haven't gotten to dismembering your dick. Yet.” I wink. Kneeling down, I yank off Carson’s shoes and then undo his pants. I straddle his lap after removing his clothes from the waist down and use the knife to cut off his shirt. Carson starts wiggling his body, a sorry attempt to throw me off of him.

“Get…off...me...dirty...bitch...” he tries to say, making me giggle. Taking the knife, I slide an inch of it into one of his balls and whisper into his ear.

“You haven't seen dirty yet, sweetie. I’m about to make all of your nastiest nightmares come true.” I take his earlobe into our mouth and bite down until our teeth pierce through. Jerking our head to separate the bottom of his ear from his head.

“Aghhh!” Carson screams, kind of. Blood splatters on the side of his neck. I flatten our tongue against his neck and up to his ear savoring the taste of his pain.

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