Page 7 of Endless Harmonies

O touches the lit match to the explosives, dropping it onto Marcus’ exposed skin. The asshole screams while Orion and I walk quickly across the room to watch. There’s no way he’s shaking them off before they explode. His cock bursts, and with lightning skills, O grabs a clipboard to keep it from getting on us as we cackle.

“Did you see how his dick went boom,” Orion wheezes as I hold onto him as I laugh. Dropping the clipboard, we walk over to check on our handiwork. Marcus is still alive, there’s a hole where his member was, and there’s still time to enjoy our new toy.

“It’s a pity for you that you didn’t die. I want to work on my skinning technique,” I muse, picking up a knife.

We have to wake him up several times by tasing him before his heart finally gives out.

Orion

This was a damn good mission. As we leave after changing our clothes, I watch the warehouse explode from the SUV as we speed away. Derek and I managed to clean up in a bathroom before redressing in new clothes, and Melodie is curled up in a steel box as we drive to a pig farm.

“Damn that was fun,” Greg says as he takes a turn. He hides his crazy really well, but he’s just as bad as we are. The rest of his crew is at the scene or following other directives while we take care of Melodie. I have to say that Greg has really great men and women on his team.

“It really was though,” I agree. “The people in the warehouse…”

“They’re all on their way to being interviewed and relocated,” Greg explains. “I made sure they were all given clothes and moved as we executed people. There’s no reason for them to live through more horror than necessary. We need to figure out who wants to go home, who needs new identities, and if there’s anyone else involved.”

A spark of memory at his words spurs my next words. “Two things, Nicolai Hansen is deeply involved in the organization, Melodie told me. Did she spill any more secrets? There was also a girl in that outer room named Adrianna Herrerra who says that her father sold her. She can absolutely not go back home,” I growl. I feel something odd for this girl, is this protectiveness?

Emotions are stupid and confusing.

“Melodie mentioned Nicolai in her notes to herself for the stock for the auctions in her office,” Greg confirms. “I sent someone to pick him up, but he’s already fled. I’ll be working on finding him. He won’t be allowed to get away with this. As for Adrianna, I will make sure she doesn’t go home unless she wants to and it’s to kill her father.”

Relaxing, I nod. I understand revenge well.

The rest of the ride outside of the city and into the farmlands is spent dissecting every aspect of the mission. We find it difficult to leave it behind until everything is covered.

Stepping out of the car, I tilt back my head to breathe in the night air. Damn, time is really getting away from us today.

“You’ll be back with the babies by morning feedings,” Greg says knowingly as he opens the trunk.

“I know.” I sigh. “Lennon has a literal village for help, the hours just slipped away so quickly is all.”

“It’s better than having them drag,” Derek says sagely as he helps Greg pick up the steel trunk and then drop it on the ground.

The grunt and strangled scream from inside is everything.

“There’s a lot of people who use this farm between its proximity to Lansing and the airport,” Greg explains, staring down at the trunk smugly. “Melodie is missing most of her skin at this point, so I think it’s best to carry the trunk to the pig pens to toss her in to avoid a blood trail.”

Nodding, I grab a handle of the trunk as Greg grabs the other and lifts. The action means that I gently nudge Derek out of the way. The pig pens aren’t far at all, and he can very well help Greg himself, I just don’t want him to.

“Who says chivalry is dead?” Greg teases as we talk. Derek huffs out a laugh while I simply smirk. I’m not great at romance and shit, but I can do little things like this.

The pigs snuff quietly under the fluorescent lighting. The rest of the farm is pitch black around us since the place is closed up for the night. Dropping the trunk with Greg, I glance at my watch. Damn, it’s almost ten.

“May you rot in hell, Melodie,” I mutter as I open the trunk. She doesn’t even look human anymore, and I don’t treat her as such as I lift the rope tying her up. She can’t run or move from the pigs, she’ll just have to endure it all until she dies.

It feels like a fitting end for someone who didn’t see the humans she was buying and selling like cattle as people.

The muscles of my arms bunch as I throw her into the pen. The pigs move aside for the new inhabitant in their home before moving in to feast. My lips twist into a wicked smile.

“Good job today, boys,” Greg murmurs as he watches as Melodie twists and screams. The pigs don’t care, merely darting in for more. “These damn rings keep popping up, they’re like fucking vermin.”

“The skin trade is profitable,” Derek grumbles as his eyes never stray from the pen. Adjusting my cock, I wince since I’ve been hard most of the day. Maybe he’ll suck me off on the flight home.

“People’s greed never manages to surprise me,” I agree as I purse my lips. “We make a difference, in our own, bloody way.”

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Greg is silent for a moment. “So working for me is working for the both of you?” he asks.

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