Page 71 of Carnival Mayhem

“Yeah.” Colt’s lips linger on my pulse point, his warm breath tickling my skin. “Time to go teach those bastards a lesson.”

I turn to Nash. “Let’s get the show on the road.”

His eyes search mine, his thumb brushing my knuckles. “Just know, you don’t have to prove anything to us.”

I squeeze his hand, gratitude washing over me. “I’m doing this for me.”

The drive to the lockup is no more than ten minutes, but it stretches like an eternity. When we finally pull into the abandoned parking lot, Nash reverses the truck to a unit’s doors.

“Colt and I will get the trash into the unit. You just get inside and keep warm,” Nash says, jumping out of the truck and opening the trunk. Colt pulls Jake out, and Nash pulls Tommy out, both rough with them already. They’re not conscious yet, but the game will begin once they are. Time to exact my revenge alongside my two guardian angels of death.

32

COLT

Istand in the doorway of our makeshift prison, watching Tommy and Jake struggle against their bonds. The dim light catches their faces, illuminating the fear that replaces their usual arrogance.

“Ready?” Nash’s voice comes from behind me.

Flora stands between us, her chin high, eyes fixed on her former tormentors.

The lockup smells of metal and dust. With Ty’s blessing, we’ve prepared this space carefully, although I didn’t exactly detail what I had planned for it.

I flex my fingers, remembering every detail Flora shared about their abuse. The rage burns hot in my chest, but I keep it controlled. This isn’t about losing control—it’s about justice.

Nash has laid out our tools on a small table. Everything is neat and organized. That’s his way. He is always methodical, even in vengeance.

Flora steps forward first, her strength showing in every movement. She’s not their victim anymore. She’s become something they should fear.

Tommy tries to speak through his gag, but I shake my head. “You lost your right to words long ago.”

Jake’s eyes dart between the three of us, finally understanding the gravity of their situation. This lockup has seen its share of justice served, but tonight feels different. It feels special.

I catch Nash’s eye, and we share a silent moment of understanding. These men hurt our girl, and now they’ll learn the true meaning of the consequences of their actions.

Flora’s hands tremble as she pulls on the latex gloves we’ve offered her. She has every right to vengeance. Nash and I intend to give her that power. We stand in solidarity, ready to follow her lead.

“How do you want to start?” I ask. I want to lay into these bastards, but this moment belongs to Flora.

Her gaze flicks to me, and she bites her lip. “I have something in mind.”

Nash nods, his eyes never leaving Flora’s face. “Whatever you want, we’ll make it happen.”

She takes a deep breath, and her hands stop trembling as her resolve strengthens. “They hurt me. They thought it was fun to use me like an object.” Her eyes harden. “But I’m not an object. I’m a fucking person, and they took away my power.”

I step forward, drawing closer to the men who dared to touch her. “This is where you take that power back. We’ll make them sorry they ever laid a finger on you.”

Her chin lifts, and her eyes glint with determination. “I want to shove the handle of those hammers into their asses. Show them the kind of pain they inflicted on me.”

My jaw clenches, but I nod, respecting her choice. “Then that’s what we’ll do.” I hand her the hammer, and Nash passes her the lube. “Make them feel it.”

She doesn’t hesitate; she’s thought about this moment. I understand that need. As Nash grabs Tommy down first, he starts to squeal as he’s positioned on all fours. She presses thehandle against Tommy’s anus, and I see the memories flashing in her eyes. Her body shakes, but she doesn’t back down. Her fingers wrap tighter around the hammer’s grip, and she pushes.

Tommy screams, the sound muffled by his gag. Flora’s gaze never leaves his face as she works the handle inside him, centimeter by centimeter. She has the satisfaction of watching him squirm, his eyes widening with shock and pain.

“That’s it, angel,” I murmur. “Take your time.”

Flora’s breath comes in shallow pants, and her eyes burn with a fierce light. The hammer slides deeper, eliciting more desperate noises from Tommy. When she finally stops, his body is trembling, and the fear in his eyes matches what Flora must have felt.

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