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“If you want your surprise, you better get your ass in gear,” I say with a playful laugh. I have never seen anyone move so quickly. She shuts off the water and walks past me naked, she doesn’t even bother to grab a towel. Awkwardly following her, I grab the towel, wrapping it around her shoulders, before kissing her on the cheek. “I will be downstairs when you’re ready, Sweetheart,” I say and leave her to get dressed.

I go back downstairs, grabbing a cup of coffee to head outside with. I sit in the garden while I wait for her, enjoying the calm and quiet of the morning. I expect her to go and see her dad first, so I might as well get comfortable. I consider my options regarding my father’s business. I know I want nothing to do with the money laundering or drugs. Even though I did enjoy the kill, I wouldn’t want to kill innocent people, but what about the others? The scumbags? I wonder if I could make arrangements to just take care of them. I suppose I will have to wait and see.

Twenty minutes later, Raine strolls out. She glances at me, a hint of excitement in her eyes, and then offers a small smile, the kind that can light up the darkest rooms. She looks so beautiful; she’s wearing some black leggings and black T-shirt. Every time I look at her, my heart skips a beat. I wonder if she has any idea what her surprise is? Because she seems on edge.

She stands dazed, gazing out to the garden, most likely at the sunflowers. Loudly I clear my throat, bringing her back to reality. She has already visited her dad, so we get going. Proudly, I bring out my inner gentleman and open the car door for her. She mocks me by giving me a curtsy before she gets in.

As we drive to the compound, she sits silently, fiddling with her fingers. I reach over and place my hand over hers, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my palm. Her fingers are slightly trembling, as if they’re grappling with a hidden tension. Reassuringly, she offers me a small smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes, which remains clouded with a whirlwind of emotions.

We pull up at the compound, and she glares at me with a puzzled expression.

“What are we doing here?” She asks softly.

“Wait and see,” I reply, getting out of the car.

She doesn’t wait for me to open the door; instead, she steps out, fidgeting with her fingers. I need the reassurance and I’m guessing she does too, so I pull her close and lead us inside. We follow the hallway until we reach the end, then descend a set of stairs. It's not often that I take this path, but I know exactly where I’m headed. Once we are off the stairs, we take the second door on the left. I pull out my keys and unlock the door to our right. As I open the door wide, I gesture for Raine to enter. She lets out a loud gasp upon stepping inside, so I give her a moment to process what she sees. After a few minutes, I join her in the room and let the door close behind us.

Jack is lying on the floor, chained up and awake, staring at us. It seems the boys were here this morning, as next to him is a tray with fresh water and leftover toast. Raine hasn't said anything so far, and I'm starting to question whether bringing her here was the right decision, I really hope it was. Curiously, I want to find out if what she told me yesterday is true, if she does have a fetish for blood, or if it was a one off. The best way I thought was to let her take her anger out on Jack; I hope, without killing him. Killing two birds with one stone so they say. After giving her a few more minutes to collect her thoughts, I decide to interrupt her. “Raine, Sweetheart, what’s going through your head?”

“I’m unsure,” she says, gazing at me with wide eyes.

Protectively, I move closer to her, lean in and whisper, “You’ve got this, Little Wasp.”

At my words, she sucks in a breath, “Get me a knife.”

Knife?Unlessshewantsto butter me some bread, what the fuck does she want that for? Donovan hands her a knife, and what would you know, it’s my knife. My pocket knife that I have carried with me for years. He probably thinks it’s funny, that fucking clown. He should have joined the circus if he wanted to make people laugh.

Raine gazes at the knife and then back up at Donovan, what are these fuckers up to? I don’t want to say anything to them yet, I’m trying to work out what they are doing. I feel like there’s more to the situation than meets the eye. Have they come back to kill me, to finish the job? Raine seems unsure, as she fidgets with the knife. Aww shucks, do I make her nervous? It’s a shame that things didn't work out between us, because I must admit my cock is stirring a bit watching her. Cautiously, she steps up to Donovan, her lips barely parting as she whispers something in his ear. He nods, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. What the fuck is going on!?

Once Raine finishes whispering, Donovan proceeds toward me and firmly grips my collar dragging me up from the floor. Spitting in my face, the warmth of his saliva hits me, and I fight against the surge of anger rising within. That’s exactly what he wants.

Today will be different, I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Gradually he loosens his grip, and I take a breath, grounding myself. He forcefully shoves me to the floor, and I land on my ass. But still, I refuse to look at Donovan; my gaze remains locked on Raine, she’s the one with the knife after all. I notice that she seems less fidgety now, like her confidence is finally taking root. I can see the change in her demeanor, and it’s refreshing. Why wasn't she like this before? I think about how things might have progressed between us if she’d conquered those insecurities sooner. Her low self-esteem dampened any spark we could have had. But this newfound strength? Now, that’s something I could rally behind.

Donovan must sense my thought as this fucker strikes me in the jaw. I grunt loudly, straining against the chains. The cold metal digs into my skin, making movement nearly impossible. Frustration surges through me as I realize just how restricted I am. I won’t let this hold me back for long.

“You do not look at her,” he demands.

“What do you want me to do, look at the fucking wall?” I reply, with as much sarcasm as I can. Angrily, he leans down and rips my shirt open at the front. If these two think we are having some freaky threesome they can fuck off! But to my relief, Donovan retreats back and stands behind Raine, giving her reassurance. She proceeds toward me, and I can see the rapid rise and falls of her chest. Fuck, there goes my cock again. Carefully positioning herself directly in front of me, she bends down into a squat. Without a word, she slowly begins to dig the knife into my chest. For a second, I think she is going to kill me, but she barely breaks the skin. Disappointed, she glares at the tiny cut she made. Donovan bends down behind her and places his hand over hers, then both of them together stab me. This time the knife goes deeper. They twist it and turn it, and fuck me it burns like hell, but I grit my teeth, not willing to give them a reaction. Raine glares at the cut, her eyes sparkling with delight. So, she wants me to bleed, is that what this is about? Donovan stands back up, while Raine remains, eyes fixed on the blood. Slowly, she takes a deep breath before she stabs me again, managing to go deeper. This time it stings like a thousand papercuts covered in lemon juice when she twists the knife.

“That was for my mother!” She says, her tone a mix of anger and hurt. Violently, her hands clench at her sides as she takes a deep breath. For a moment, I forgot about that. I forgot I killed her mother.

I try to count as she stabs me, and count about ten more times, all while rambling various words. I stopped listening to her after she mentioned her mother because there’s nothing I can do about it now; what’s done is done. Plus, the fact she hasn’t glanced at my face this entire time, her eyes stay fixed on the blood. What’s up with that?

Finally getting up, she proceeds toward Donovan, wrapping her hands around his neck. Seriously! What am I here to be her personal pin cushion? Really? Annoyingly, they both whisper between themselves before backing out the door.

That was the strangest encounter I’ve ever had. I must have hit my head at some point because none of this makes sense. Confused I peer down at the mess that they have made, the cuts have already stopped bleeding. Not that it was much blood, not enough to kill me anyway. But my shirt is ripped and stained, if this fucker doesn’t kill me, he better be buying me a new one, because this shit isn't cheap.

I’msofuckingturnedon right now. Thankfully, not toward Jack, he still repulses me. I so desperately wanted to slit his throat, but I promised Don that I wouldn’t. I have never had the urge to end someone's life before, well until now.

As we proceed back through the doorway, Don’s hands rest on my waist, holding me close. My arms remain wrapped securely around his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt. The door locks behind us and I shove Don toward the opposite wall. Roughly slamming my lips against his, my tongue strokes against his lips until he opens for me. Fighting the urge to climb him right here, my heart pounds rapidly.

With the knife still in my hand, he tugs me up by my waist and flips me over his shoulder.

We rapidly walk down the dimly lit hallway, the air growing thicker with anticipation. We stop in front of a solid steel door, and with a loud click, the door creaks open. Stepping inside, the door shuts with a dull thud, darkness enveloping us like a thick curtain, swallowing every hint of light and leaving us suspended in an intimate, shadowy silence. The darkness makes it impossible to see and anxiety knots in my stomach, sending a rush of emotions flooding through me. I breathe in deeply, trying to calm the storm inside.

Within seconds, I can hear movement from Don behind me. I turn sharply but there’s no one there. The knot tightens tighter in my stomach and I have to remind myself that I’m stronger than this. Breathing deeply, I close my eyes.

Without warning Don comes up behind me startling me,

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