I watch as the life drains from my uncle’s eyes, leaving them dull and lifeless, and what was left of his blood drips down the slit in his neck. Lowering my arm, I still clutch the knife in my hand and look down briefly to see blood dripping on the already crimson-splattered floor.
I’d expected to feel something, relief maybe, but I’m still lost to my darkness and all I feel is numbness. I feel nothing for this man that was meant to take care of me but instead abused me for years. There’s nothing but an emptiness inside of me as I look over his dead body.
“Come, brother,” Jax says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Time to get cleaned up.”
Slowly blinking, I turn to face him, and the darkness recedes enough that my hands begin to tremble and a slight lightness infuses my limbs. Without saying anything, I hand the knife to Ash.
Walking over to the door that leads to a bathroom, I step inside and then strip my gloves and remaining clothes off, bagging them up to be taken away and burned by Enzo before the Feds arrive.
Footsteps sound on the basement stairs, and my heart ricochets in my chest until I hear the Italian trainer’s voice. I turn the shower up high, stepping under the almost blistering spray and watching the pink water running down the drain, my head bowed.
A blast of cool air hits my back, then a warm body steps into the shower with me a moment later, muscled arms wrap around me from behind in a comforting embrace.
“Let me show you that you’re alive, and not the monster he tried to make you into,” Loki’s husky voice whispers into my ear, his hard dick pressed into my ass.
A breath stutters out of me as I watch one of his arms reaching beyond me to grab the shower gel. I look down as he squeezes a dollop into his palm and then coats my thick length, the breath hissing out of me as he moves up and down in firm strokes.
“See how good that feels, sir,” he rasps in my ear, his hips moving in time to his hand. A few weeks ago I would have freaked the fuck out at his dick near my asshole, but now it just feels incredible and I want more.
“I want you to fuck me, Pet,” I say, my voice thick with lust, and his hand stills.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice breathless.
I twist my head, my hand coming to the back of his neck, and I pull him to me, slamming my lips against his. Wasting no time, I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and with a groan, he kisses me back just as fiercely.
Red hot lust pours through me, coating my insides and making me rock-fucking-solid in Loki’s grip. His deep moan matches my own and reaching behind me, I wrap my hand around his own cock, nipping his lip as I grip him hard. Pulling away from his lush, kiss-swollen lips, I look him dead in the eye.
“I want your fucking cock in my ass, Pet,” I tell him, my voice hard and full of command. “And I won’t ask again.”
“Yes, sir,” he replies, placing his hand around my hip and tugging me back. One hand goes between my shoulder blades and pushes ever so slightly so that my ass is sticking out, ready for him as my chest is pressed against the cool tiles. A shiver races over my skin at the mix of cold from the tiles and hot from the water and Loki’s hand caressing my ass.
I hear him spit in his hand, then feel the prod of a digit entering my back hole. A deep groan leaves my throat as he pumps in and out a few times, then the head of his cock replaces his finger when he pulls it out, the metal of his piercing cool against my fevered skin. I hear him spit again, feeling the wet glide of it between my cheeks as he pulls them further apart.
My heart races as he slowly pushes against the tight bud, and my fingers claw at the tiles that they are resting against when the burn of him entering me becomes almost too much. Before he thrusts in any more, he drapes his body over mine and reaches around to grab my dick in his palm, resuming his firm stroking.
“Fuck, Kai, you feel— Godamn,” he gasps as he pushes in more, and my eyes roll at feeling him inside me, his hand pumping my dick.
Tired of waiting, needing him to be inside me all the way, I snap my hips back until his pelvis is pressed against my ass, and we both cry out at the feel of it.
“Fuuuuck,” I hiss, and we pause there, just absorbing the intense sensation of being connected like this.
I needed him to fuck me like this not just to feel alive again and chase the darkness away, but to finally rid myself of the ghost of my uncle’s abuse. The memories of his depravity don’t try to take over because all I feel is Loki, his lips on my shoulder as he kisses me softly, telling me how good it feels to be inside of me.
Tears sting my eyes at the sheer relief which courses through me, knowing that I can embrace this side of myself with Loki without fear of my trauma rearing its ugly head.
I quickly get lost in sublime pleasure when Loki starts to move his own hips in a sensual dance. The push and pull of his hard dick inside me, his hand jerking me off at the same time, it builds me to a new kind of high.
“I want to fuck you harder, sir,” he growls in my ear, waiting for my permission.
“Do it,” I snarl, and he takes one of my hands, wrapping it around my own dick, both of his hands grabbing my hips in a bruising grip.
He starts fucking me hard and fast, and Jesus, it feels so damn good it’s all I can do to stroke my dick as waves of ecastsy flow over me. The sound of our wet bodies slapping together is loud in the room, our breathing and grunts adding to the cacophony of sound.
“Fuck, Kai, I’m going to come in your ass—” Loki cries out, his words cut off with a deep groan as he slams himself deep inside me and pours his release.
He drags me with him, my balls drawing up and lightning shooting up my spine as I come all over the tiled wall. Lights dance in front of my eyes, my whole body alight with tingles as my climax races through me with a spine bowing effect.
Panting, I release my spent cock, and gasp when Loki pulls out. He grabs my shoulders and spins me around, cupping my face in both palms and lowering his lips onto mine. He kisses me with such tenderness that tears once again sting my eyes, and a sob stutters from my lips. He keeps kissing me, even as I cry into his mouth, my own hands tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.
The kiss comes to an end, Loki placing his forehead against mine, and we stand under the spray as my heartbeat returns to normal.
“Lilly’s gonna be pissed she missed watching that,” Loki jokes in a rough voice, and I huff a laugh.
“We’ll have to do it again for her then,” I reply, moving to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you.”
He steps back so that we can look in each other’s eyes, his hand still clutching the back of my neck.
“Always.”
“Let’s get cleaned up,” I say with a sigh, feeling lighter than I have in years.
One step closer to our new lives.
LOKI
Once we’re all cleaned up and dressed in clothes that we’d placed there before the fun began, Kai and I exit the bathroom to find Ash and Jax carrying Julian down the stairs, Rafe and my sperm donor already situated, slumped in chairs. Sweat drips down the side of my temple, the heat on full blast to confuse the time of death.
It seems so strange to have shared such an intimate moment with Kai, our relationship moving up to the next level, one moment, then being faced with the remnants of our revenge plan. My fingers tingle in Kai’s grip, his hand in mine as we approach the others, careful to avoid the blood on the floor, plastic covering our shoes.
After heaving Julian in the final remaining chair, Jax goes about putting their shoes back on their feet while Ash carefully carries the various tools that we used on Stephen to each of them, wrapping their hands around the handles of different ones so that it’ll be their fingerprints that the Feds find.
Fingerprints on a murder weapon is a surefire way to earn a conviction, plus with the other evidence we’ve planted; footwear marks in the blood and the digital trail of my uncle betraying the company, there’s no way they’ll be able to avoid rotting in jail for a very long time.
We watch as Jax takes the blood that we collected from Stephen’s slit throat, and using the knife, dips it into the container and flicks it over the three comatose men, before wrapping his own father’s hand around the murder weapon.
“We’ll get cleaned up, then join you guys upstairs,” Ash informs us, stripping where he stands and dropping his clothes in the open bag that Enzo will take to be incinerated.
We’d brought clean sweats and shirts down before the torture party got started, leaving them in the bathroom, ready for this phase of the plan.
“Sure, I’ll take these up,” I reply, snapping another pair of gloves on and grabbing the bag.
Kai remains silent as we make our way upstairs, but it’s a relaxed quietness, and a light-hearted feeling fills me up to think that, just maybe, he exorcised his demons tonight.
“It is done?” Enzo asks as we step into the living room from the basement, and I nod.
“Yep,” I answer, for once no jokey comeback on my tongue.
“Good,” he replies, glancing over at Kai with a shrewd look before taking two big steps and pulling him into a hug. “You did well, caro mio.”
I watch as Kai takes a shuddering breath, wrapping his own arms around the older man and hugging him right back. A sense of calm washes over me at the sight of Kai not only accepting an embrace but returning it. He’ll be alright.
“Right, boys,” Ash states, jogging up the stairs with damp hair. “We’re on the home stretch. Enzo, you take that final bag, burn it with the others. Give us thirty minutes, then call the cops.”
“Si,” Enzo agrees, taking the bag from me and then heading out of the door. He pauses when he reaches the threshold, turning and looking back at us. “I’m proud of you, boys, and honoured to watch you become the men you were always meant to be.”
My throat tightens at his declaration, and I notice the others shift and stand a little taller at his words. With that, the older man walks out, leaving us to implement the final part of the plan. The part that I’m dreading if I’m being honest.
“Come on, let’s get this over with,” Ash says with a sigh, clearly feeling the same reluctance as the rest of us.
We enter the living room once more, collecting the glasses that our elders dropped, and Kai takes them to the kitchen to rinse them out. Jax sorts us new drinks, this time with enough GHB to knock us out for an hour or so, just enough time that if all goes to plan, we’ll wake up in hospital after the cops have found us all. If it doesn’t go to plan…well, who the fuck knows what happens then.
Jax hands us our glasses, giving Kai his when he returns.
“Bottoms up,” I toast, raising the glass and slugging the measure back in one go. Best to just rip that band-aid off, I always think. I grimace with the burn of good quality scotch, wincing slightly at not taking the time to appreciate it fully.
“See you on the other side,” Ash comments, drinking his next, not even making a face as he swallows. He’s used to drinking this shit more than any of us, his father practically bottle-fed him on it.
Jax doesn’t say anything, just throws his back like a badass before setting his glass down on the side table. Kai is the final one to bring his glass to his lips.
“Here’s to a new life,” he says, drinking it down.
The drug doesn’t take long to take effect, and I feel a pleasant buzz start to loosen my limbs just as we hear a door crash open.
“Whath the fuckth?” Ash slurs, all of us unsteadily rising to our feet as the door to the basement flies open and Jax’s dad is just fucking standing there, blinking and weaving around, gun in hand.
Everything happens too fast then, his unfocused eyes catching my gaze as I’m the closest to the door. The gun raises, and all I can do is watch as he levels it at my chest. My ears register the loud bang, my body jerking, and I watch as Rafe topples back down the stairs.
My ears are ringing, and I sluggishly shake my head, catching the red that’s spreading across my left pec.
“Wellth, f–fuck,” I stutter, looking back up to see horrified looks on the faces of my brothers before their eyes roll and they fall to the floor. I follow them down, darkness taking me in its embrace before my head hits the floor.
