Turning back toward James, I look up at him with a wide smile, letting him see the twisted, dark animal that lives deep inside of me. “Sorry about that,” I say in a sickening sweet tone, filled with the most deceiving kind of innocence. “I’m a chainsaw virgin, but I think I’ve worked out all the kinks. I’m ready to go.”
He glares at me, his jaw clenched tight, but I see the overwhelming fear in his eyes. I doubt he knows what I plan to do, but where a chainsaw is involved, it could never be good.
The motor rumbles through the boys’ playground and bounces off every wall, and as I lift it a little higher, gripping the heavy machine tightly, my arms shake with its vibrations. A ferociousness comes over me as I step in nice and close to meet James' terrified stare. “This is for every woman you have ever hurt. Every woman whose innocence you stole, whose dignity you dragged through the mud. This is their vengeance, their time to fucking shine.”
And with that, I pull the lever back, watching as the sharp jagged blade spins with an impossible speed. James’ screams tear through the playground, the haunting sound like music to my ears, and without another second of hesitation, I press the jagged blade to his waist and tear straight through his flesh.
Blood spurts like a powerful hose, drenching me from head to toe, but I keep at it, ripping through his hip and crunching through his spine. The motor shakes and my arms feel the burn, but I won’t dare stop, my determination like none other.
His lower half dangles and as I tear through the final bits of flesh, it drops like a sack of shit as his wrists keep his top half hanging from the chains. I don’t even recall the moment he died. Was it when I first got him with the chainsaw or when I severed his spine? Perhaps it was the quick blood loss that did it. I have no idea.
Dropping the chainsaw with a heavy thump, the motor cuts out and I’m met with absolute silence behind me. Are they shocked by what I just did? Horrified? Turned on? I don’t think I even care.
I feel a wave of darkness consuming my soul, and I know without a doubt that what I just did has cost me dearly, but I can't find it within myself to care. Those women deserved to have that monster put down like the fucking animal he was. Jasmine deserved it.
My hands wipe over my face, getting rid of the blood that soaks my skin, but all that does is smear it more. I feel like I’ve been struck by lightning and it’s left me with invincible power pulsing through my veins.
Time slows and I can feel my heart thumping loudly in my ears as I turn to face the brothers. Roman watches me through a shocked stare and I briefly make out the shape of his mouth moving in the words “Holy shit.” Concern flickers through Levi’s gaze as he gapes at me in wonder, but Marcus … fuck, he looks as though he’s just watched an angel descend from the heavens.
He walks into me and takes my shaky hand in his before he drops to his knees, James’ blood splashing up around him. Marcus holds my stare, his big, dark eyes capturing mine with the kind of intensity that makes my heart pound a million times faster. “Shayne Mariano,” he breathes, almost as though the words are hard to say. “I am so fucking in love with you.”
13
Marcus’ whispered words hit me like a million tiny knives stabbing into my skin and forcing their way into my bloodstream. I drop down onto his lap, my knees falling on either side of his strong thighs as his arms enclose around me. “You mean that?” I question, terrified of learning that this is some sick joke that gets him off, but then, I’m also terrified of what it would mean if every single word he speaks is as real as it gets.
Marcus nods slowly, his eyes not leaving mine for even a second. “I am in complete awe of your beauty, your strength, and your no bullshit determination. The way you’ve come into my world, grabbed it by the fucking horns, and stepped up to the challenge. Fuck, Shayne, you have captured me in a way that no other has ever done, and I promise you, from now until my dying days, that I will serve you with every fucking beat of my dead heart.”
My jaw drops, a soft gasp tearing from the back of my throat. “Those are some fighting words right there, Marcus DeAngelis,” I warn him, every single person in this room knowing all too well the consequences that a claim like that could have.
“I don’t fucking care,” he tells me, his arms tightening as he pulls me in even closer before lowering us both to the blood-soaked ground, his lips brushing over mine. “To hell with it all. You’re my fucking world now.”
His lips crush down over mine and I capture them with the same ferocity and desperation that pulses out of him. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, both of us fighting for domination as we become crazed with need and a mess of tangled limbs.
My hair soaks into the pool of blood beneath me as Marcus pulls back and sits up on me, straddling my waist with his strong thighs. His hungry stare looms over me, scouring every inch of my body, and when his bloodied fingers tangle into the front of my destroyed white tank and tears the fabric apart, a needy groan slips from deep in my throat.
Fucking hell. I need him.
Reaching up, I grip his belt and hastily undo it, and the clanging of the metal buckle echoes through the wide-open space. I get his fly undone when his patience to have me wears thin. He climbs off me and rids himself of his pants in seconds, and before I can even take him in, my destroyed sweats are flying across the room.
Marcus reaches down for me and I grip his hand. He yanks me up with a strong, powerful pull that sends me soaring right up out of the pool of blood and into his arms. He catches me with ease, and I feel his straining cock pressing tight against my clit.
Groans pull from deep within me as he turns and walks us toward the tool bench across the room, and I’m distantly aware that we’re now alone down here. I don’t know when Levi and Roman walked away, but I’m thankful they’re giving us this moment.
Marcus swings one arm across the surface of the tool bench, scattering hammers and screwdrivers before dropping me to the table. Marcus’ hungry kiss comes back to my lips as he steps between my knees and spreads my legs wide.
Reaching down between us, I grip his engorged cock and feel that velvety skin beneath my palm. My hand moves up and down, squeezing his tip as my thumb works right over its head. Marcus groans into my mouth and barely a moment passes before I feel his fingers pushing between my folds to tease my clit. He rubs tight circles with his thumb as his fingers dive a little deeper and push up into my cunt, curling just enough to hit that spot that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I pull away from his kiss as I suck in a loud gasp, tipping my head back in pure ecstasy. His kiss falls to my throat, and I don’t miss the way his lips linger on my skin, feeling the heavy thumping of my pulse beneath the surface. His teeth gently skim over my throat before I feel his addictive tongue working its way up to my ear, sending a wave of tingles through my body. I don’t know what it is about that spot below my ear, but both Levi and Marcus have noticed just how crazy it makes me.
I work his cock as my lips fall to his shoulder and bite down as my eyes roll in my head. He groans, loving the pain, and I know if he had his way, he’d have me biting down harder, but I won’t inflict that kind of pain on him. Stabbing a blade through his hand was enough for me, and from here on out, the only pain I’ll give him will end with him coming all over me.
“Fuck, Marc,” I pant as he works my cunt, his skilled fingers massaging deep inside of me. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”
A deep growl rumbles through his chest as he tears his fingers out and grips my thighs. He pulls me hard, and I slide to the edge of the table as a loud squeak tears out of my throat. Marcus lines himself up perfectly, and as I catch myself against his strong chest, his cock plunges deep inside of me.
My arms fly around his neck as my nails dig into the tight muscles of his back. “Holy shit,” I breathe, feeling him stretch me wide as he grips my thighs with a bruising hold.
He pauses as we both need a moment to adjust, our wicked pants sounding through the deadly playground. He slowly draws back and we both glance down, watching the way his thick, long cock slips back, coated with my arousal. Tingles spread over my body. There’s simply nothing better than this.