Page 64 of Deadlier Obsessions

“I think any man who uses his girlfriend as a punching bag is the one who ruined things,” I say quietly, holding back the things I want to yell at him. Gage clearly has a plan, and I don’t want to derail that, so I try to keep calm, while inside I want to kick him in the nuts until he bleeds. Yikes, I’ve been with these guys way too long, if that’s the kind of thought I have now.

“Abigail was your girlfriend?” Mav asks, squeezing my thigh gently. Is he telling me to stay quiet, to keep out of it? I’m not sure if I can. Every time I think of Stella beside me, with her bruised face, and the visible pain in her eyes, I want to kill him myself.

“She went to one of their book signings, and never came back. I had one text message from her. ONE. ‘You’re a psycho, and you don’t deserve me’. One fucking visit to meet them. I didn’t even figure it out at first, didn’t make that connection, until I saw your video feed, and saw her with the two of you. Huddled in a fucking corner, while you talked at her. You told her to leave me. You TOLD her.” Damn right we did, nutjob!

“Woah, okay, so you’re saying your girlfriend, who you abused, took some good advice and got the fuck out, and that makesthemthe bad guys?” Gage’s temper is close to exploding, oh yeah, the Gage Rage is coming, and this pathetic loser is about to feel the burn.

“It wasn’t abuse. She needed to be corrected now and then. She needed to do things the right way. There’s nothing wrong with enforcing a few rules, and she got that. She understood. Until she met THEM.”

Please kill him, please hurt him. Please make him pay for everything he’s ever done in his life. Am I chanting those words over and over in my head, why yes I am… wouldn’t you be?

“So you figured you’d just kidnap two pregnant women, and beat on them?” Gage asks, his voice so low and threatening that this guy must finally get how much danger he’s in. He side-eyesGage, edging away from him a touch, like he’s finally figured it out. That’s hardly going to save him though. Nothing will now.

“There’s nowhere to run to, Andy. You’re so fucking dead, do you get that yet?” I taunt, although I actually miss calling him every name under the sun, because it really wound him up before.

Gage lifts his eyes and nods at Mav, who squeezes my leg one last time, and leaves the room. In the words ofBeetlejuice… It's showtime.

GAGE

The whole time this little shit is talking, I can feel a countdown in my head, like a ticking clock, taking us closer and closer to his brutal death. Guess what, fucker? That clock just ran out, you’re out of time. Out of life. Finally, the moment we’ve all been waiting for.

Mav leaves to fetch any weapons or tools he can find for us to kill this fucker with, because the sad fact is that we didn’t exactly come prepared. There’s a fucking town car waiting a few miles away at a diner for us, and when we call it back, we’re going to be bloody, and that shit’s hard to cover up. All in all, the situation really isn’t ideal, but I’ll kill for these ladies every fucking day if that’s what it takes.

“Is it time, Gage?” Stella asks, with a savage look on her face. Oh yeah, my avenging fucking angels want in this time, and I can’t wait to watch them cause pain, and spill blood. How much fucking sexier will it be when they’re wearing his blood too?

Pretty Boy must be on the same track as me, because he casts his eyes around us, and sighs.

“We should all get naked,” he suggests, and everyone stares at him in shock.

“What the fuck?” Stella gasps, a hand over her chest, like somehow that’ll undo what he just suggested, but he’s right. Bloodstains on skin under our clothes is much easier to hide than clothes soaked in the lifeblood of a dead man.

“He’s right, baby. Let’s get naked.”

I think there’s something about the fact that I’m the one saying it that makes it really sink in. They know it’s not so we can all fuck, although that’s definitely a likelihood after this fucker is dead, or maybe while he’s still bleeding out, so he can see our pleasure as he dies. So he can see what he’ll never have as his fucking life expires.

“What’s going on? We’re gonna have an orgy?” Mav asks as he walks back into the room. Our Andy realizes, at last, that he’s gonna die, because he lurches up from the dusty sofa, even as we start stripping off.

“I don’t… I don’t want an orgy,” he blusters, frantically looking around the room, and it occurs to me that the asshole will see our girls naked.

“Mav, blind him for me.”

Mav stares at me for a moment. “Do what? Like a blindfold?”

I grin widely at him as I start undoing my pants. “No… like dig his fucking eyes out, so he can’t see our ladies naked.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

STELLA

I’ve participated in things I never would’ve imagined since being with them, but this one I think takes the cake. Going down on Lucy certainly wasn’t something I saw coming, but this right here is the most surprising for me. Lucy and I stand fully clothed while the guys are already naked. We were instructed quite firmly to remain dressed until Mav takes care of his eyes. I’ll admit when Gage told him to blind the asshole, I thought the same thing Mav did, surely, he meant to blindfold him, not actually blind him, but I was wrong.

After Mav expressed his concern that our new buddy Andy wouldn’t be able to sit still while someone literally cuts his eyeballs out, it was decided that he too would be naked, and cuffed, so his hands are at the back of the chair, and his legs cuffed to each leg on the chair.

He whimpers like a wounded puppy as Mav stands naked in front of him, grinning down at him with a knife in his left hand. “If I get hard, don't take it personally. I’ve never gauged someone's eyeballs out and I gotta admit, I’m pretty excited.”

Lucy moves closer to me and grabs my hand, and she squeezes tightly, as Gage glances at us with concern. “You can look away. This is going to be gross.”

I snicker. “I’m good. I want to watch,” and I do, although I’m pretty sure gross is a bit of an understatement.

---