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“So beautiful. Even more so, with my name carved into your ass.”

“Fuck you,” she screams back at me.

I dig my fingers into her cuts and fuck her harder, while she cries underneath me. Fucking perfection.

When I finish, I climb off her but she doesn’t move.

I grab the syringe from the back pocket of my jeans, that I brought with me to the beach earlier, but was happy to not have had to use it. Now I do though. Pulling the cap off, I expose the needle, and walk over to her and brush the hair off her neck. Touching the needle to her neck, she freezes as I smile.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“Nico. Don’t. I’m sorry, okay? I don’t want to die.”

If I were a decent human being, I’d probably tell her I’m not killing her, just putting her to bed for the night, but I’m not, so I’m silent as I push the needle into her flesh, and give her the medication that will have her out for the entire night.

After throwing out the syringe, I grab my first aid kit and tend to her open wounds. I didn’t cut deep, so I’m not worried about her bleeding out, but I do want to clean her up. Taking my time, I wash the blood from her skin, and cleanse my name on her ass. She looks good with my name on her. I stare at my handiwork for a long time as pride swells in my chest. ‘Mine,’ I say to myself.

Once I get dressed, I go downstairs after my brother messages me that he’s here, with what I requested from him earlier. He comes in and eyes me suspiciously.

“Are you sure about this? It’s a little more my style than yours.”

I shrug my shoulders.

“She wants the shackles off, so this is the only other option.”

He chuckles softly.

“Has it ever struck you that we are the most alike, and I’m the oldest while you’re the youngest?”

We are all brothers, and close, but I have always known that I was more like Psycho than either Bones or Kage.

“Maybe the psychotic gene skipped the other two.”

He arches an eyebrow in obvious disagreement.

“They do fucked up shit too, but not to the degree that we do. Can I meet her?”

I glare at my brother.

“No. She’s naked and drugged. And you aren’t seeing my woman without clothing.”

“Your woman?” He asks with that familiar tilt to his head.

“My name carved into her ass says she is. Thanks for the device. I need to go implant this.”

He nods slowly.

“Call me if you need help.”

Once he leaves, I head back upstairs to implant the tracker into Bella’s ass. It’s going to hurt there anyway when she wakes up in the morning, so it makes sense to put it there, and it shouldn’t raise any suspicions.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

BELLA

Immediately upon opening my eyes, I whimper in pain. Everything hurts. My head is pounding, and makes thinking difficult, because my brain feels like it has been scrambled. My ass throbs like someone butchered me.

Oh my God.

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