Page 134 of Blood & Lace
“Make sure you’re at family dinner next weekend. Ma’s orders,” Damian said to the both of us as the door shut.
I dragged Onyx into another kiss before he could think to stop me. I swiped my tongue over the seam of his lips and moaned the moment I was granted access. Our tongues came together in a dance that had my breath hitching and my heart stuttering.
“He—help,” Régis gasped, the vibrato in his voice cracking. “I’ll give you money. Anything.”
Fuck, he knows how to ruin a moment.
I pulled back at the same time Onyx did. He looked past me to the man who would be nothing more than a corpse soon.
“Untie him,” Onyx said.
I didn’t question my man as I went over to Régis, shoved him back, and watched with nothing short of glee as he crashed down to the unforgiving ground. The bellow that was ripped from his lungs did little to pay back what he’d done to my husband and his brother. Using my foot to flip him over, he whimpered like a bitch as he brunt the weight of his body and chair on his injured legs and face. I cut the rope holding his wrists then his legs. Itook the chair away, moving it to the side of the wall. Régis’s body went limp on the ground as he took in quickened breaths.
Onyx squatted down and turned the older man over onto his back. He took a long look at the man on the ground before grabbing hold of the knife still embedded in his thigh. My husband placed his red bottom-heeled foot on the pathetic piece of shit’s leg before pulling the blade free of his thigh. A wet squelch filled the room as Régis’s screams bounced off the wall.
“Adam couldn’t make it. I wouldn't even bring him if he could. Seeing your face would only make him upset, but it doesn't mean I can’t get revenge on his behalf too,” Onyx said. He slammed his heel down on Régis’s hand, dragging another throat-tearing scream from him.
The older man tried to hide his hands away, but Onyx just moved to a different body part. Instead of using the heel of his shoe, he brought the knife down over Régis’s crotch. The scream that ripped from his vocal cords could make paint strip off the walls.
I winced, not because I felt any sympathy, but simply because that shit looked and sounded like it hurt.
“Do you have a gun, Lucero?”
I pulled out my Desert Eagle and brought it over to him. I positioned myself behind him, covering his hands with my own. “The recoil is a bitch.”
“You’re just giving me an excuse to be a perv,” Onyx shot back.
How could I deny that when he no doubt felt my hard-on pressed against his back. Watching him torture was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. I thought him murdering was hot; him inflicting pain on others was ten times sexier.
“Aim, baby.”
Onyx lowered the barrel toward Régis’s kneecap and pulled the trigger. If the old man had any objections, neither one of us listened to them.
In an enclosed space, the sound of the gun going off was deafening. It left a ringing in my ears that I knew would be around for a while.
“The rooms are soundproof,” I said, but it felt like I shouted.
Onyx didn’t seem to care, he was smiling down as his father withered and thrashed on the ground like a fish out of water. His one good hand went to his knee, pressing down on the gaping hole there. Bone and muscle was visible past the blood that continued to ooze out.
My gun was handed back to me, and I put it back away in the holster under my blazer.
Onyx skipped over toward Régis’s face. He bent down, bringing the knife with him as he went to plunge the knife into his cheek. Régis’s blood-covered hand went for Onyx, and I was right next to my husband in a matter of seconds.
“Do not touch him.” I had Régis’s hand. It was an inch from coming into contact with Onyx. I twisted his wrist until I felt the familiar pop as Onyx dragged the blade of his knife over Régis’s throat. The cut was too shallow to be a killing blow.
“Reminds you of the past, right? Except this time, you won’t get to walk out of here. You won’t get to be a part of the world and spread your filth,” Onyx said. He dragged the sharp blade over Régis’s throat again. Blood slowly bubbled over, spilling over onto the floor, forming a small puddle.
Régis choked, sputtering as his body began to convulse. The veins in his face pulsed the more he struggled with the inevitable. My husband stood over him, watching with a smile that wasn’t happy or sad.
Onyx didn’t seem to be ready to be done. He knelt in the puddle of blood and cocked his fist back. He slammed it forwardinto Régis’s face repeatedly. Even as the man’s screams quieted down and his body’s tremors became more like the ones that happen after death, Onyx didn’t let up. More and more blood splattered all over him, decorating his pale flesh.
"You worthless piece of shit. I hope you burn in hell." Onyx stood up and drew his foot back before swinging it forward with his full strength. The body rocked with the force of the kick. He did it again and again.
I moved behind my husband, wrapping my arms around him and pulling him close. "Onyx."
"Fuck him, he deserved so much worse. The damage he caused." He kicked the corpse again. "I wish I could bring him back to life just to do it all over again." Onyx turned in my arms. Blood was splattered all over his face and down his neck. His gray eyes were cold and empty but beyond that was a heat I knew all too well.
"You will have to keep killing those like him." I cupped his face, smearing some of the blood.
