“Not my last name, but yes, I’m Sana,” I said tentatively, curious why he was even here.
“Then this is for you. The bosses said to change and be ready for them at seven,” he directed, nodding his head and never losing his somber expression as he set the bag and paper cup on the counter. Without anything else, he rushed out the door, barely making eye contact. I’d know a mafia lackey on a direct order anywhere, and that man had definitely been ordered to not even look at me. Making people call me by his last name and now this? Killian’s such a possessive dick.
The cup was too enticing to ignore, so I peeled off the cap and let out an appreciative groan, the warm, rich chocolate begging for me to drink it. It was unlike him to do something sweet, but I guess maybe things had changed?
As I pulled out the silky garment in the bag, I couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. It was a tiny black dress that would have left nothing to the imagination. A low cut v-neck, barely there straps, and there was no way it would even reach mid-thigh. He sure thought he was something.
As I held it up to inspect it further, a note fluttered out and hit the floor. I picked it up and started to read it over.
Baby Girl,
Pick you up at seven. Wear this and don’t you dare go home and get underwear. I want to know that pussy is bare and waiting for me.
-Kill
P.s. What kind of grown ass woman drinks hot chocolate?!
The audacity of this man was astounding. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was already thirty minutes until seven, so I closed up shop early, wrote out a quick note, and rushed out of the door. If they thought I was some cute little girl they could order around, they had another fucking thing coming. I wasn’t going to get involved with them; my freedom was too important to me, and even I wasn’t evil enough to lead them on. One thing I knew about Kill was that he was one of those people who drew you in and held you transfixed. If I gave him the chance, I’d lose myself in him and his beautiful darkness, and I couldn’t have any reason to hesitate when it came time to end this deal. For the past few years, I'd had the chance to live my own life, for better or worse, and I could never go back to letting someone else keep me in gilded, blood-crusted chains.
“I’m done asking, and I only repeat myself once. What happened to the missing shipment of heroin?” I asked, staring at the man in front of me. He was already painted in blood and tied to the chair, unable to fight back, yet he still held out on me.
“Fuck you, Adrostos. I’d rather die than rat out my family,” he spat back. I’d never bothered to learn his name; he was just another drain on our city. The tremor in his voice sent a brief shiver of pride through me. I loved having the power to terrify men before I’d even gotten started, though my men had done a number on him already. He hadn’t seen anything yet.
“Kyrell, if you would,” I said to my brother, who chuckled and opened the curtains that hid my torture instruments from view. I preferred to have the big reveal, loving the small whimpers and pleas that slipped through their wet lips as their tears flowed freely, all semblances of dignity lost.
As I looked over the tools, my mind drifted to the call earlier. Something about Kill’s voice told me that wasn’t your average fuck, and I couldn’t get that woman’s perfect cries out of my head. It had been some time since he’d brought around a girl we could share, though none of them ever lasted long, but his voice told me this one was different, and the anticipation alone was killing me. My dick ached, unsatisfied with my hand alone. I needed to fuck someone, which meant our trip to the club was well timed.
Finally settling on a sharpened pick axe, I pulled it off of the wall, grinning at my guest’s hyperventilating breaths. Before he had time to register it, I was on him, running up and slamming it down on this hand, pinning it to the arm of the chair.. The sharp end of the axe went straight through, blood spraying, tissue tearing, and bones splintering as his screams echoed in the small, cement room. Making eye contact with our victim, I wrenched the axe out of his hand, and blood splattered over my suit as the tool was freed. The warmth of his blood seeped through my dress shirt, the familiar feeling comforting in ways I couldn’t even explain. Some people preferred the warmth of a bubble bath encompassing their body, but I... well, ever since my first kill, nothing had compared to the peace that overcame me when those fiery red droplets hit my cheek.
“The Lachs will get this message… loud and clear.” His fear deepened at my words, a shiver of excitement running down my spine.
“Twenty minutes if you want to shower,” Kyrell told me from his spot against the wall, his voice laced with amusement. My brother watched intently as I took the blunt top of the axe and brought it down on the idiot’s shin. The leg of the chair he was secured to kept him steady to optimize the damage.
“Please,” he begged, but I wasn’t listening any longer. By this point, anything he said would be just what I wanted to hear. While the pickaxe discouraged lies, it also sometimes got in the way of the complete truth. Oh well. All the more fun for me!
“We warned your family this territory belongs to the Adrostos, but you wanted to keep pushing your tainted drugs on this city, so now you’ll be the example. Next time one of your family members decides to come on Adrostos territory and intercept one of our shipments, I want them to think about the bloody and broken body that we sent back to them. We don’t tolerate thievery,” I taunted, my voice calm and cold. The sound of liquid hitting the cement had me stepping back, the acrid smell of urine filling the small space and ruining the fun.
“Oh, fuck no,” Ky growled. Walking forward and pulling out his gun, he pressed it to the man’s forehead and pulled the trigger, the sound deafening as it echoed off of the stone walls.
“Ky!” I protested, throwing down the pickaxe, rage and aggression building again with my toy being taken away from me. “The fuck?!”
“I was not about to stand here and smell his pee. This had to end, Keir. Come on, I want to go find out who Kill is going to share this time. He’s had me blue balled all fucking day, and I need a damn drink, he fired back as he pulled the heavy door open and walked out, my hand grabbing it just before he let it fall closed behind him.
“I’ll follow in a moment,” I called after, turning toward the corpse bleeding out on our floor, bits of his skull and tissue decorating the wall behind him. The bindings were the only thing holding him up now. Grabbing a serrated blade from the wall, I cut through the leather straps, letting him fall. Once he was on the ground, I sliced through his shirt, exposing his back to me.
The pimple-marked skin was riddled in scars, but that didn’t spoil it. He was a blank canvas begging to be painted in blood and torn flesh. I crouched down and thought for a moment before carving our family name into his back, so there’d be no question who they were dealing with. When that was finished, I rolled him over and dropped the knife, cocking my fist back and smashing it into his now cool face. Each blow that I rained down on him released a bit of my tension, though only by the smallest factions. When he was nearly unrecognizable and I was panting, I finally stopped, taking a shaky breath and standing. I was now covered in blood but a bit more grounded. There were only two other things that could blunt my jagged edges; I needed whiskey and sex like I needed air. Time to rectify that.
“Terrance, get the crew to clean up, then you can deliver the body to his family. Beau can get you the address,” I ordered as I stepped out of the room, finding Terrance and my brother, the former at patient rest and waiting for orders, while the latter’s teeth grinding was nearly audible. “My brothers and I will be out and are not to be disturbed. We have plans for the evening.”
“Yes, sir,” Terrance said from his desk. A loyal soldier, he was always where I needed him. When Ky turned from his post nearby, Terrance gave a nod. “Have a good night, Boss.”
Without response, I followed Ky to the elevator, the two of us taking it up to the space we’d made ours. My brothers and I had renovated an old office building, claimi
ng the top two floors for our home, using the middle floors for offices, meeting rooms, and a few other operations. The lower levels and basement were special, those spaces transformed into our fully soundproofed containment area and torture rooms, only accessible by entering the correct keycode in the elevator.
The Adrostos family owned an estate across town where our father had lived until he got sick and eventually died. Now, my brothers and I were running the family, and the estate was just full of bad memories. Our uncle still lived there with a few other family members, but we were more hands-on and wanted to live in the heart of the city.
Instead of heading to the main living area, Ky stopped in the locker room we’d built just outside the elevator for occasions like this. It might seem weird, but we came home covered in bodily fluids way too often to trek that shit into our home. He started undressing, dropping his clothes in a hamper inside the door, no modesty needed between us. We were brothers, for fuck’s sake, plus we’d fucked the same women on many occasions, so I’d seen his dick enough times to be desensitized by this point.