Page 66 of Deadlier Obsessions

“My turn!” Lucy declares, stepping forward and lifting her foot to slam it down on his junk, while we all wince and cover our own.

“Fuck me, I’m starting to realize how lucky we are that they didn’t turn on us. I like my junk on the outside of my body.”

Sebastian steps past me and approaches the crying man in the chair next.

“Hey, asshole, you hit Stella? You hit our fucking woman? Was it like this?” He smacks him across his face, not exactly like a slap, but not a punch either.

“Or was it more like this?” He draws his arm back and punches the guy hard, making his head rock back with the force.

“Did it feel good? Did you enjoy hurting a woman, you pathetic piece of shit?” He punches him again, and a third time. “Our. Fucking. Woman.” He punctuates each word with another punch, and another, and finally Gage catches his arm, and lifts his balled fist up.

“Baby, you’re hurting yourself here. Pick up something to hit him with instead.” He kisses Pretty Boy’s knuckles gently. “Mav, go find something we can beat him to death with.”

Oh yeah, okay, I’ll do all the fucking fetching and carrying, like I’m his fucking bitch. I storm off into the other rooms we hadn’t checked before, kicking open the first door, and gagging as the stench hits me, sending me to my knees as I start retching.

“Jesus… fuck…”

SEBASTIAN

Does my fist hurt? Yeah, it’s fucking killing me, but that pain doesn’t matter, because it’s his pain that matters right now. The hours and hours of agony he deserves for even thinking about touching our ladies. The fact that he did actually touch them? There will never be enough pain for that, but I’m willing to try.

“I’ve never seen you looking so murderous, baby, it’s hot as fuck,” Gage says, seconds before his tongue plunges into my mouth, and he traps me against his naked body for a long kiss that does nothing to sap the anger from my body. It’s not that his kiss isn’t exactly what I want or need, it’s just that vengeance is like a fire burning inside me, and it won’t burn itself out until I get their revenge for them. Stella’s bruises will last more than a week, so shouldn’t his pain too?

“Baby, look at me,” Gage drags my face to his again, because as soon as his tongue leaves my mouth, I go right back to glaring at the blinded asshole.

“I’m trying,” I gasp out, my fury and my need for destruction making it hard to breathe. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve been hurt before, horribly, and I’ve been angry before, but it’s never been like this. This feels like I’ll never recover from this pure brutal anger, even if I get to use this fucker as an outlet for it.

“Baby, he’ll get his, and we’ll all get to enjoy it, but you need to breathe, because I don’t want you missing a second of it.”

The sudden sound of gagging and puking drags our attention from each other, and a faint odor hits us that is something else entirely.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Something dead,” Gage says grimly, turning to the asshole. “You got corpses here, you sick fuck? Do I even want to know why you keep them here?”

“M… mother…” the nutjob gasps out, spitting a mouthful of blood on the dusty floor. His mother? What the actual fuck.

“Found us a real-lifeNorman Bates, man. Pity he’s gonna die like a whimpering little bitch,” Gage says as he follows the departing form of Mav, who’s running for any other room than that one. Gage coughs, covering his mouth and nose, and as I approach him warily, I see and smell why. It’s clearly been there a while, and even though he says it’s his mother, honestly, it’s so decayed, it’s impossible to tell anything other than it’s a person. The entire room is foul, and disgusting, and the buzzing of flies is something I only dimly note now and wonder why none of us noticed it before. Was it the buzzing of my own internal rage that blocked it out?

“This guy’s more twisted than we thought, man. I don’t want the girls to see this, and honestly, I don’t want them in this house any longer than necessary.”

Mav marches past us again, gargling with a bottle of water, and spitting it on the floor.

“Yeah, I’m fine, by the way, don’t worry about me. I see this shit all the time, and I’m not freaking out. Assholes.”

The girls start speaking to Mav as he returns, and then the guy yells out in pain, and we slam the door and hurry back to the others, because if the asshole dies before I cause him a ton more pain, I’m gonna be pissed.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

LUCY

That smell is making me feel even more queasy than everything else that has been happening since we ended up here in this literal house of death. Can this situation even get any more revolting?

I can see that Stella’s feeling even worse than me, and that makes me wonder if she’s concussed or something, on top of being scared, pregnant, and grossed out. As Mav returns, looking a little green around the gills too, I grab his arm.

“Baby?”

“We need to get Stella to a doctor. I’m worried about her head injury.” He takes one look at her, catches her as she wobbles slightly on her feet, and guides her back down into the chair she’d been sitting in.

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