“Fuck yes! I love the idea, brother,” Trey chimes in.
Jessa starts to move in my lap again and I force a smile. I smile like the sick bastard I am because even if I don’t want to hurt her, I will… I have to. Even if I’m not going to enjoy seeing her suffer, I will enjoy getting my revenge, and that’s all that matters.
“Keep struggling baby…keep fighting. Listening to you beg and plead while we take from you is going to be the highlight of my fucking year, maybe of my life,” I lie. I need her scared out of her mind. I want nothing but fear in her eyes when we send that tape to her father. Her fear I can handle, anything else… I shake the thought away.
We pull into the parking garage of our building right then. Now we’ll have her somewhere that we can make her scream, make him pay.
Trey parks near the elevator entrance and kills the engine. Silence settles over us for a long moment, and both of them shift around in their seats, their eyes moving to Jessa’s shaking body. We didn’t get the USB we needed. It was supposed to be in that safe, but it wasn’t. A lot of things didn’t go as planned tonight, but we can make the best of it.
We have leverage now, and as a plus, we get to hit Jonathan where it hurts, right in his one single weakness. She was never part of the plan…too heavily guarded, protected, but her father slipped up, and now she’s ours, all-fucking-ours.
“It’s time to get our revenge boys,” I smirk, lifting my gaze.
“I still think we should just kill her,” Declan growls.
“Yeah, yeah, we get it you want death, blood, and murder. Well, it’s two against one. Three against one if you count her,” Trey snickers.
“Fine, let’s get this over with then,” Declan snarls as if he won’t be enjoying this once we start. I should tell him he can make her bleed, make her cry, beg, and plead for death but I don’t. I don’t want him to try and end her life too soon…or maybe at all.
Trey and Declan get out of the car and walk over to the passenger side door, opening it for me. I get out, holding her tiny body in my arms. She’s still shaking like a leaf, uncontrollable fear reflects up at me from her eyes.
Fear isn’t the only thing she’s going to be feeling soon.
We reach the elevator which not only has a keypad for a code but fingerprint recognition as well. No one gets in or out of this place unless one of us says. We step inside and head to the main floor. There are five floors in this building we actually use. Our main living areas, followed by a full lab, Trey has a whole floor for his computer and tech stuff and then we have a workout facility, where we let steam off, and train.
“Fuck,” Trey mutters under his breath, pulling me from my thoughts, and I see where his eyes are directed. Her perfect tits are pressed against the T-shirt that has now ridden up, showing more of that creamy white skin between her thighs.
Declan reaches a hand out, his fingers sliding against the skin of her thigh. Jessa struggles some more only making all three of us smile.
“Soft…I didn’t expect her to be so soft,” Declan whispers as if he’s talking to himself more than to Trey and myself. It doesn’t matter though. We’re brothers. We have no secrets. It’s always been us three, since the mission, since the day we lost everything besides each other.
“Not so keen on killing her anymore, are ya?” Trey teases, and Declan sends him a glare. The elevator pings, and then opens on the floor of our living quarters. I let my brother step out, but I hit the button to one of the floors we never renovated.
“Get the camera set up, Trey. Declan, grab some knives, rope, anything to make it hurt. I’m going to take her to a room on level three and get her ready.”
The boys grin at me, and I watch them head off in different directions before the elevator door closes once again. When I get to the third floor, I find the first room and toss her tiny little body down on an old hospital bed. She bounces across the dirty sheets, coming to rest on her side, the fabric of her T-shirt now sticking to her smooth belly.
I pounce like a lion on its prey, feeling that darkness creep in, the darkness that terrifies me. Reaching for my knife, I pull it out and turn her onto her belly. She struggles, kicking her legs, and screaming beneath the tape, but I just rest my weight on her legs, subduing her in seconds. Her screams become louder, the cable ties dig into her wrists as she tries to fight me, fight what’s to come. I trail the knife across her skin, watching as she shivers.
I want to cut her skin, mark it, remove the beauty, but even as the blade moves across her skin, I can’t bring myself to do it. I can’t bring myself to apply the pressure needed to make her bleed. Disappointment slowly fills my veins and with a flick of the blade, I cut her shirt straight down the middle.
“You won’t be needing that anymore.” I lean forward brushing a few strands of silky blonde hair from her ear, making certain she can hear me. I trail the knife down her back over her spine. “One little nick and I could paralyze you. Make it so you wouldn’t be able to fight us, make it so you would be nothing but our little sex toy. Our little fucking slut.”
A muffled ‘no,’ meets my ears and I feel the sudden urge to listen to her scream, to hear her pleas. I imagine my parents begged, my sister probably cried. I need to hear her scream as a reminder, maybe that will give me the edge to go through with this.
I cut the zip tie and flip her back over onto her back. She lands with a hardness that knocks the air out of her lungs. Tears stain her cheeks and I lean down licking them from her beautiful face.
She’s pretty, so fucking pretty it hurts. I pull the tape from her lips, and instantly a high pitch scream escapes her throat. It pierces my ears, and I love it, it fuels me, gives me the strength I need to keep going.
“Please don’t. Please,” she begs with indescribable fear in her eyes.
“Have you ever been fucked before?” I’m inches away from her pink lips.
“No…never, and I don’t—”
I lift my hand wrapping it around her throat, silencing her in an instant. Her body trembles beneath me, and I know she can feel the danger in the air. She knows what is to come, and it’s happening even if she doesn’t want it to.
“I don’t give a fuck what you want. Your father didn’t care when he had my parents killed, when he had my sister raped and her throat slit.”
“I didn’t…” she tries to say through my grasp, but I tighten my hold on her throat, listening as she gasps for air.
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up, before I hurt you, and not just by taking from you, or using your body.” I release her, pushing away from the bed, she sucks in a greedy breath of air and scurries backward on the shitty mattress. I run my hands through my hair…this is harder than I thought it would be. I knew what she was going to say, that she didn’t know, but it doesn’t matter if she knew or not.
“I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I lift my gaze to her. Her mouth is going to get her killed, hell, who the fuck am I kidding, she might end up dying anyway.
She might not even know what kind of man her father is, but she still lives in his house, spends his money…money that he earned by making deals with terrorists…money he used to have my parents killed. She is his daughter and maybe she is innocent, but so was my family. They suffered because he wanted to get to us, so it’s only fair to inflict the same type of pain on her. An eye for an eye. We’ll give him a taste of his own medicine.