Page 53 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

“If you two are done comparing dicks, let’s move. I still have to get the others because we all need to be a part of this.” Karter says.

“Yeah, let’s, but this isn’t over, Wells.” He has the nerve to smile. It’s a wicked smile I’ve come to know what it means… He’s ready for whatever, no matter the consequences.

“I look forward to it.” He chuckles, causing me to laugh.

I walk past him and head back home to dress in some clothes that won’t matter if they get messed up. I don’t wait to see if they take off or not, but I expect them in the basement before I get there.

Minutes pass by in a slow pace as I take the stairs two at a time in anticipation of having some fun. I push open the door and notice the guys are all standing in the center of the room, while Wells leans against the wall as our captive hangs from the ceiling restraints.

“Glad to see everyone is here. Dash, Onyx, did you all enjoy the party?”

“Fuckin’ right we did.” They say in unison.

“Did you find some new recruits for us?”

“Sure did.”Onyx says.

“Excellent, once this is done, we will discuss the next steps to take in that direction. First, we need to know how your boyfriend got into a spyware system and altered the codes to tap into our security systems.” I say, ripping the mask from her face. How do I know it’s a she? I can see the outline of her breasts through her sweatshirt and, thanks to the info Cairo and Niko supplied me with, I know exactly who she is. Once the mask is off, I hear the guys gasp as they recognize who is underneath that mask.

“You little, treacherous slut.” Dash walks over to her and slaps her across the face.

“Now, Dash, you know we don’t treat women like that.” I smile even though I’m angry as shit.

“No, it’s not, but this bitch isn’t a woman. She’s a fucking cunt and a snake, thinking she can come in here and fuck over us like that. After we trusted her with a job.” He laughs, and slaps her again.

“Fuck you! Fuck all of you, I’ll tell you nothing!” She yells

“That’s okay. We will pry the answers from your cold, dead body if we have to.” I say, pulling out my knife and dragging it across her face. I won’t cut her up… Yet. I’ll give her a minute to give me something valuable.

“Let’s get something straight, sweet bottom, we ask the questions, and you give us the answers. Capisce?” Dash says.

She looks between the five of us and starts laughing.

“You may do what you want to my body, but I am no snitch. I’ll take what I know to the grave.” She looks to Wells with a sympathetic smile, hoping that she will win him over. She doesn’t know him as well as she thinks. He is quiet for a reason. “Willyouhelp me out of here?” She bats her eyes at him like that’s gonna help.

Wells kicks himself off the wall and grabs the knife out of my hand. He walks over to her, and she stops batting her eyes. A terrified look replaces her smile as he steps up to her. He leans in and whispers something in her ear, and we all watch as the blood drains from her face as she begins to cry out.

He takes the knife and runs it the length of her thigh, all the way down to her ankle as a thin line of blood starts to drip. There he is, this is the Wells I’ve been waiting for.

“Would you like to tell them what I said or would you rather I said it for you?” He asks her as she shakes her head, no.

“Please, please keep him away from me!” She shouts.

“Too late for that.” Wells, bringing the knife down along her other thigh, giving it the same attention he just gave to her other leg. “Since she’s occupied, I’ll tell you. I let her know that if she didn’t tell us what we wanted to know, her family would be next.” He throws his head back and roars with laughter.

“You don’t want that now, do you?” Dash asks, stepping up to her and wiping away her tears as she shakes her head, no.

“Then tell us, how did your boyfriend tap into our spyware, and where is he?” I ask her, yanking her face towards mine. I want her to see that she’s bringing the devil out of me, and she won’t like when I let him take over.

“No.” She whispers.

“You would rather die for him?” I ask her, already knowing her answer. She’s loyal to him, and I love that, but it will not save her. She nods her head, yes, and I decide to show her how he gives zero fucks about her. “Maybe this will change your mind. Karter, your phone, please.”

He walks to me and hands me his phone. I go to his video feeds and pull up the one marked three weeks ago, when I started suspecting something was up.

“Where were you three weeks ago?” I ask her. She looks at me, hesitant in giving her answer.

“In bed, waiting for him. He told me he had to work late.” She says, turning her head back to the phone, waiting for me to show her.

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