“Was it Liam Brenner who sent you to your death, little duck?” I question, walking over to the drill and picking it up.
It’s already plugged in and equipped with a long drill bit. Testing that it works, I press down on the button and watch as the bit spins.
Strolling back to the chair, I hum Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star, and press the button, so the noise of the drill emphasizes my taunt. I stop in front of Levin as he tries to focus on me.
“Twinkle, twinkle, little star,” I sing-song, letting the drill die off.
Straddling his legs, I quiver with pleasure as he groans against the pain. So close to death, but alive enough to react to pain.
“How I wonder what you are…”
I finish in a whisper, pushing the drill against Levin’s shoulder. Gripping his chin with my free hand to keep his focus on me, I give him a wink before letting the drill burrow into his flesh. Levin screams out.
“These delicious tears of yours are making my pussy weep along with you.”
I lick a fallen tear from Levin’s cheek, pulling the drill from his shoulder.
“I was fired from the FBI,” Levin admits through sobs. His life is fading, but it’s still salvageable. He knows he can’t take much more, so he’ll either talk and live or talk and die quicker. Brenner wouldn’t put an incompetent dickhead on a mission like this.
“Who sent you here?” I ask, grabbing his flaccid cock in my free hand and aiming the drill toward his junk.
“Brenner!” Levin’s words slur with his swollen mouth, but my suspicions served me right. “He hired me to get intel on The Omen through his wife’s family.”
I wince at the mention of that woman so effortlessly called my father’s wife. Tawny Olin is my fucking nightmare. She is no mother, and she is undoubtedly no wife. While other children hide from the dark and the monsters that lurk in it, I find comfort in them. They sought out their mothers for safety. I ran from mine; she’s the real monster.
Then it hits me—that fucker Brenner’s plan wasn’t much different from my brother’s. He planted an ex-agent into my uncle’s mafia to get information, just as my brother is doing with Collins and me.
Levin wouldn’t have been able to get much useful information on us since we have little contact with Tawny’s family. Her marriage to my father was a business transaction, and, other than the occasional deal between the two families, there’s hardly any interaction.
Tawny isn’t allowed to leave the mansion, and we screen all her phone calls. My cousin and uncle wouldn’t have any insider information.
“What a good boy,” I smile, releasing his cock and patting Levin lightly on the cheek. “And this is why they bring ‘the fucking pussy in,’ little duck. Sleep tight, don’t let the maggots bite.”
Dropping the drill, I pull a knife from my thigh sheath, slicing it across his throat. I cock my head to the side, basking in the blood and watching the life bleed from his body.
I hear Maks shift behind me before his hard cock presses into my back. He snakes his hand around my neck, bending it back to meet his heated stare.
“You’re fucking batshit crazy,” he taunts with a smirk. I beam at him and pull his hand away from my throat.
Standing, I round to face him, running my blood-soaked hands up and down his massive arms.
“Judging by this steel cock of yours. I’m willing to bet you like my brand of fucking batshit crazy.”
Slowly pulling my shirt over my head, I let the fabric wipe some of the blood from my face. Maks wastes no time and works off my tight leather pants. With the addition of dried blood crusted on them, they aren’t easy to maneuver.
Maks pulls out a knife, making a move to cut my pants from my body, but I tut at him and push his hand away.
“I don’t think my cousin and uncle want to see my naked bits, Maksy,” I purr, plucking the knife from his hold.
I trace the tip of the blade down the planes of his chest. A thin line of blood chases the knife. He hisses but lets me successfully wriggle out of my pants with my free hand.
When I’m fully naked, I flip the knife, catching it by the blade and sending it throughout the air into the wall behind him, just above the table that holds only a few torture instruments after the torture session.
“Put me on that table and fuck me like a good boy.”
Maks smiles, and his hands fall to my waist, hoisting me up. Wrapping my legs around him, I work his cock free. Stroking it with one hand and keeping my balance with the other. I suck at his neck until he drops my back onto the cold table.
Sharp metal bites my skin from the unused tools. Maks’ mouth closes around my nipple, the mix of pain and pleasure going straight to my pussy.