Page 68 of Deadlier Obsessions

Lucy looks at me with a shocked expression. “What are you going to do with acid?”

I shrug like it’s a normal everyday occurrence. “Very carefully pour it on his pathetic dick.”

Her eyes light up. “I want to do it.”

Shaking my head, I have to deny her. “Not a chance. It’s very dangerous and we’re naked, it could splash on our skin. I’ll take the risk myself, but I’m not risking you or the baby.”

She doesn’t argue, because she knows, when it comes to the safety of our women, I will not change my mind. I will never let them do something that could cause them this kind of harm.

Mav comes back with the container of acid, and several face masks. He sets the acid down and hands us all a mask. “Everybody put these on, and Gage?”

I stare at him waiting for a response and he glares at me. “This was it. I’m done being your bitch now.”

Tilting my head at him, I grin. “If you were my bitch, you’d know it, baby. Just so we’re clear, Sweet Cheeks, I’ll say when you’re done.”

He grumbles something about assholes pissing him off, while I chuckle. There are few things I enjoy more than riling Mav up. One day, that tight ass is getting fucked, and maybe then he’ll relax.

“Everybody get as far away as you can.”

Pretty Boy grabs my arm. “No. We can’t risk you either.”

I kiss him quickly. “I’ll be safe and pour slow to minimize getting it on myself. I promise. Then, we’re done here.”

He shakes his head and steps away with the others. “I don’t like this.”

If they think they’ve heard screams from this piece of shit, then in a minute they’ll be really impressed, because acid burning the dick away? Yeah, that’s gonna fucking hurt.

“Should you at least put clothes on?” Stella asks, her voice drenched with concern.

“It’ll be fine. Put your masks on.”

The truth is, clothing will not save you from an acid spill. So there’s little point to it. I’ll be careful and keep it to a minimum. I just need to give him one more dose of pain, Gage Rage, if you will.

I decide to grab my boxers and put them on first, just so my dick isn’t flopping around. Mav pretty much reads my mind, and chuckles while I pull them on.

“Hey, man, you can never be too safe with the family jewels.”

Picking up the container, I unscrew the cap, and I notice that the jug isn’t full. “Have you used this before?”

Andy groans in pure misery. “No. I didn’t fill it up because I didn’t want it to splash all over me.”

I chuckle. “Well, aren’t you the thoughtful fucker.”

“Please,” he cries out loudly, “I didn’t really hurt her. She’s alive. I didn’t fuck her.”

His words make me see fucking red. “You mean, you didn’t rape her, because our woman never would’ve consented to you fucking her. And you would have raped her if I didn’t find you in time. Mercy denied, asshole.”

Slowly I pour the acid onto his dick, and I was right. The yelling is louder, so much louder, and if I was a better man I might feel bad for him as I watch the skin on his junk dissolve. Yeah, that’s gotta hurt. I set the acid down, grab the knife from the table and jab it into his throat and slice quickly, nearly decapitating him.

Smiling down at him, I hear our women gasp and murmur, “Oh gross,” and I say firmly to the corpse in front of me, “Nobody fucking touches what’s ours.”

That’s the truth. I don’t care what your reasons are, if you hurt any member of my family, you’ll pay the ultimate price. Death. Not just death, but a slow, painful one. I may be a bit of a psycho, but I’ll always protect what’s mine. Never will a day go by that they don’t know whether or not I have their backs. Stella seemed surprised that we came for them. I hope this drills it home to her. When I told her there is no scenario in which I wouldn’t come for her, I meant every fucking word. Stella, Lucy, Sebastian, and Mav are mine. And now we’re adding two children to the mix, they will be mine too. I always take care of what’s mine.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

MAV

Apparently, I’m an employee of Gage’s now or something, because when he told Sebastian and I to get dressed and get the girls to the car, we did. He’s a bit of a firebug, so when he decided to snag the gasoline from the shed to bury evidence in flames, I wasn’t surprised in the least. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time. Once the driver comes to get us, we all pile in the car and watch cautiously and quietly. It seems to take longer than Sebastian thinks it should, and he gets antsy. “What’s taking so long? I should go check on him.”

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