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Fear instantly fills his beady black eyes before he looks back at me, or at least my mask.

“W-who are you? What do you want?” He quivers.

“We’re friends,” Zayden says, his smile audible through the mask.

“Friends? I don’t know you guys,” Ivan says.

“Friends of Blake,” I supply.

He looks confused as he shakes his head.

“I don’t know any Blake. You got the wrong guy. I swear!”

“She was nine when you first met her, she used to scream and cry ‘no’ as you raped her. Ring a bell yet?” I grit through clenched teeth.

Understanding dawns across his face as he begins bucking against his restraints and screaming, “FUCK! I’m sorry! That was a lifetime ago. I’m a good guy now!”

Zayden lets out a chuckle, and I deliver another hit, this time to his mouth. His lip busts apart, instantly seeping blood as Zayden comes on the other side with his knife, sinking the blade through his palm and effectively pinning his hand to the headboard. He lets out an animalistic squeal that has me actually smiling. Oh yeah, I’m gonna enjoy this.

Zayden and I destroy him,piece by piece. There isn’t an inch of him left that hasn’t been stabbed, smashed, removed, or severely broken. He pissed himself when Zayden took out his eyes, and he passed out after I took a dildo wrapped in barbed wire, Zayden’s idea, and shoved it into his ass. I was pissed off that he passed out because I really wanted him to experience every rip, tear, and ounce of pain, just like Blake had to.

He’s finally coming to, and there isn’t much left to do to the piece of shit except to finish this. Zayden takes the remainder of the gasoline, dumping it onto Ivan and forcing him to cough and spurt. He shouts and screams, but since we took out his tongue as well, he can’t speak.

I turn to pack away all of our tools, leaving the dildo inside of him as a parting gift of sorts, before Zayden leans down into his face, speaking loud enough for his blood-filled ears to hear him.

“See you in hell, fucker.”

With that, we turn and walk out of the room, making our way down the stairs and out the front door. I turn around, lighting up the cheap Zippo I bought at the gas station before tossing it inside the hallway. The fire catches quickly, and I watch as the trail of flames races up the stairs, all the way to Ivan’s bedroom.

We move so that we are at a safe distance from the fire as we begin to hear Ivan’s screams. They’re fucking music to my ears, and I wish I could stay and listen to his dying breath, but a neighbor will surely see the fire soon, and I want to get home to Blake. So, we get in the car, reeking of gasoline and covered in blood, before I start the car and drive off.

Chapter Forty-One

BLAKE

Ifrown when I open the bathroom cabinet drawer and come up empty. Where the fuck did my birth control go? Leaving the spare room, I slip into Dom’s bedroom, moving into his bathroom. We all slept in there last night, so there is a chance that I brought it in yesterday.

Nope. Shit.

The last place I can think of is Zayden’s room, though we haven’t stayed in there in several nights. I walk into his bathroom and begin rifling through his drawers when Zayappears out of the corner of my eye, freshly showered, as he leans against the doorway and cocks his head to the side.

“What are you looking for, angel?”

“My birth control. Have you seen it?” I ask as I meet his eyes in the mirror.

His brows furrow as he takes a few steps forward, gripping my hips as his mouth meets the back of my neck.

“You know what, I have,” he says as if the location just came to mind.

“Really? Where?”

I feel him grip my leggings, slowly peeling them down my legs before he lines his cock up to me. Slowly, he pushes inside of me, bending me over the bathroom counter to grant him easier access as he smirks.

“I think I saw them when I put them down the garbage disposal.”

“What the fuck!?” I shout, whipping my head around to meet his eyes.

He begins thrusting inside of me, completely unbothered by my anger toward him as he groans.

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