Page 6 of Make Her Bleed
I have my own plan for that girl, but it's a waiting game. Tom is my friend but I'm the fucking king, and what I say goes.
It's the whole point of the oath my guys take, the same one Tommy took himself.
If they want my help with something—nothing is out of the question—they have to do exactly what I tell them to do no matter what. Usually I don't have to use any persuasion. They follow me no matter what.
"I told you she was off-limits," I say without raising my voice, though it's a struggle. He broke my rule, and if he were bound by blood I’d get him locked up for the rest of his fucking life over this. Aria is mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
"I know. I'm sorry. I should've listened to you. She's such a fucking bitch, and I'm just now seeing it. All I did was kiss her—on the shoulder, at that—and she threw this huge fit about how she doesn't do relationships and how sex is just sex to her. She made me feel like a fucking idiot, Kai."
At least Aria and I have that in common. Sex is simple. It doesn't need to be confused by feelings unless those feelings are fear and pain. I quite enjoy that complication.
"What are you going to do? She embarrassed you."
I know whatI'mdoing. I'm feeding into his anger and pushing him to do what I need him to do in order to avoid questions. I need to strike now. My rule was broken, and anyone else could break it as well. The waiting game is over. I need to take Aria immediately. I just need to convince Blaine that it’s his idea and make him take the oath so no one questions this.
"Yes, she did," he grits out the words.
"A kiss doesn't have to mean anything and she blew everything out of proportion. Maybe she was trying to hurt you. Girls can be quite evil if you give them the chance to hurt you." I add more fuel to the fire, and he explodes.
"I want to hurt her. I want to fucking destroy her," he admits openly.
I’m very good at making people do what I want them to.
"We can do that, man. You know what you need to do."
I have him exactly where I want him. All he has to do is say the word.
"I'll take the oath," he confirms before straightening his posture.
"Let's do it, man." I lead Blaine into the house where we're met with Kaylee lying on the couch while Nico fucks her mouth, and Dax takes her pussy.
Apparently Blaine’s never seen anything like this before because he gawks at the sight. If I hadn't been in here before I wouldn't know she wasn't doing this willingly.
The only thing slightly suspect is that her arms are now bound behind her back with a belt, but she seems pretty into it; she’s moaning and working with Nico toward his end goal.
"Blaine is taking the oath, fellas!" I announce, and they let out a howl of appreciation but don't release themselves from Kaylee.
I guide Blaine to my office and shuffle through my desk before pulling out the vial and a fresh razor blade.
"Fill the vial, man," I tell him.
Blaine stares at me with a vacant expression. "With what?"
"With your blood." That should be obvious from the razor blade.
"Blood? But, uh—"
"Either you fill it with blood or you don't take the oath. This is step one. If you don't do this, you won't have the stomach for step two. If you want revenge on Aria James, this is the only way. You take the oath or we can't help you."
He stares at the vial, weighing his options, before slicing through his palm, angling all the blood to drip into the vial.
Once complete, I wrap up his wound using the first aid kit and pocket the vial.
The blood is my insurance. If someone who has taken the oath ever tries to fuck me over, I can easily pin a murder on them and they’ll spend the rest of their life in prison. That is the best revenge of all.
I lead Blaine back out into the living room where Nico is watching Dax fuck Kaylee like a man on a mission.
"Time for Blaine's second step, Dax," I say, which earns a groan from him.
