Page 38 of Beautiful Revenge

“I wouldn’t do that, Mr. Murphy,” I state, shaking my head in disappointment as he pulls against the chains.

“You really think he’s going to listen, babe?” Devon snarks from beside me.

Turning toward him, I drape my arms around his neck. “Not really, but I’m just trying to be nice.”

“You’re very generous, princess,” he states. A sadistic smile plastered on his face as my prey’s muffled screams echo around the concrete warehouse.

“Thank you.” I smile up at him before kissing him and pulling away. I turn toward the asshole who dared to threaten me a few days ago and drop the smile off my face so he can see the darkness that lies within me.

“You made a mistake, Ian,” I taunt. “You chose the wrong woman to try to intimidate.” I walk up to him, pulling on a pair of gloves before grabbing the knife in my back pocket.

The second I pull it out, he starts screaming behind the cloth Devon shoved into his mouth earlier. Not so big and scary now that he’s unable to fight. I wish his wife and any other woman he’s hurt could see him now. I bet they’d finally see him as a human being that’s about to be taken down, rather than the monster they believe him to be.

“See, I’m your worst fucking nightmare, Ian. I don’t let the scum of the earth like you get away with shit.” I shake my head, walking around him, feeding off of his fear.

“You know, the last time she killed someone, she didn’t really get to enjoy it,” Devon states like he’s bored.

Ian screams and pulls on his chains, hoping to somehow break free now that Devon has confirmed I’m a killer. It’s way too late for him now, though. He’s lucky I let him get his pathetic dick wet before I murdered him. But Dylan was right. I needed to make sure it wouldn’t come back on me. Since he was seen all weekend with the escort we hired, it takes the heat off of us. Or rather, me.

“You’re right, babe. I really need this one to last longer. They’ve all deserved so much more than I gave them.” I shake my head as I step back in front of Ian. “You’re not going to get so lucky. Sorry.” I shrug, acting all innocent, and Devon cackles behind me.

“God, I love when you get sadistic like this, princess,” he says, coming up behind me, pulling me close so I can feel just how much he loves it. “You’re so hot, babe. I have half a mind to fuck you right here and now,” he whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“I want to have my fun, Dev,” I fake whine. “You know, Mrs. Murphy once told me he got mad at her because she came too much, and it meant she was a whore.” I sigh, turning in Dev’s arms to look up at him. “How does cumming too much make her a whore? If anything, he should be happy his pathetic dick did anything for her at all.”

He chokes a little before nodding. “She was probably faking it, trying to stop the cheating and abuse, babe,” he says quietly, and I feel a darkness wash over me.

“Any man that lays a hand on a woman isn’t a man at all. He’s a pathetic waste of life,” I spit out.

“I agree with you. That’s why we’re here. It’s time to put our plans into action, Brie. You’ve got this,” he says, leaning down to kiss my nose. “And for what it’s worth, I love when you cum on me over and over again.” He smirks, slapping my ass before pulling away.

I feel the heat flush in my cheeks from his words.

“Glad he said it. I’d have kicked his ass later if he hadn’t,” Dylan snarks into the earpiece, making me giggle. I catch Dev rolling his eyes in a playful gesture.

“Love you,” I say, looking at Devon, but they both say it back to me, warming my heart.

“Aggrhhgtyt,” Ian screams, pulling at his chains some more.

When I turn my attention back to him, I see blood dripping down his arm, staining his white dress-shirt. God, I love when they bleed for me.

“Oh, you started without me. That wasn’t very nice, Mr. Murphy,” I tsk.

I pull my knife back out, walking toward him. Making quick and precise movements, I cut through his shirt until it’s hanging open, revealing his hairy chest.

I drag the tip of my knife along his stomach, digging it in just enough to draw a little blood before moving it quickly across, leaving a long and shallow cut in its wake.

“Mmm, nothing satisfies me more than the blood and fear of abusive and rapist assholes.” I close my eyes, basking in his sounds of sheer panic.

“You’re so goddamn hot, princess,” Devon growls loud enough to hear over Ian, and I smile.

“I haven’t even started.”

“Oh, we know,” Dylan says over the earpiece, sounding a little sick.

“You’re not watching, are you?” I ask quietly.

“No, Brie, I’m not. I would if you needed me to, though. And I will be listening the entire time just in case,” he says, and I can hear the love and protection in his voice.

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