The sound of Kevin and Sam pulling up out front had my fingers tightening on the phone. I knew who had her. I killed his family tonight and now I was going to kill him and whatever members still lived.
“Listen to me to go off half fucking cocked here. Let me help. Stay home with Lily keep her safe, we will find her Lark.”
I laugh, I couldn’t help it. No one did my job better than me and I sure as fuck wasn’t sitting this one out. Bethy was mine and no motherfucker was going to stand in my way.
“Keep your head down Jaxson its going to be a long night.”
Disconnecting the phone I walk back over to the car. Bunny was sleeping her sweet little snores a balm to the anger if only for a moment.
Collecting her from the car I pull her into my arms gently and carry her into the house. Her bed was just up the stairs and to the left.
Kevin and Sam entered behind me, but smartly stayed downstairs. Gently placing her onto her bed, I cover her with the lady bug blanket.
Slipping out the door, I leave it ajar before returning down stairs.
“One man at the door to her room at all fucking times do not under any circumstance leave her unattended or I swear I will rip your balls off and suffocate you with them.”
Kevins nodded in understanding he knew me better than most people. Sam’s eyes widened before he nodded vigorously. He was nodding so hard he resembled a broken bobble head.
Turning I walk out the door and into the night. The shadows swarmed me. Surrounding me.
Chapter 27
Bethy
They tied me to a bed. My clothes still intact, but I was helpless. Tears of anger stung my eyes.
“Timofey wants her untouched until he gets here.”
Sickness rolled in my stomach an acid like flavor rose up my throat. I was safe until whoever Timofey was came and then.. Shudders racked my body.
I was going to be sick. Fighting it back, I try to think Lark was going to come for me.
“She's a sweet piece I want to fuck her raw.”
Vomit tried to rise. I will die before he touched me before any of them touched me. Twisting my wrists, I let the rope shaft and tear my skin layer by layer.
Eventually I will bleed and fade from this place. I didn’t want to die, but I couldn’t face this I was a coward, that’s what my subconscious shouted.
It had faith he would save me before… before… I couldn't even think the words.
“Touch her before he gets here and he will kill you.”
The Russian accent became deeper the more he spoke.
“Who's going to tell him? Her? I’ll cut her tongue from her pretty little mouth.”
A gurgle followed his statement. I guess man number two just killed man number one. Something sparked inside me. I felt a ray of hope that these morons would kill each other off.
“What happened here.”
There was another Russian. How many were out there?
“He wanted her and the boss said hands off this Kiska wouldn't fucking listen.”
The other doesn’t speak and for a moment I thought he left.
“Timofey will be not be happy.”
“Da. But he deserved to die.”
“We got a call the family is gone.”
“Gone?”
“Someone wiped them out all dead even the boss.”
A smile spread tugging at my sore cheek, I already knew who killed them.
“Who?”
“Death came.”
“Yett!”
“Da.”
I laugh and start chanting.
“You're all going to die.”
I was like a record stuck on one track I kept saying those five little words.
“Shut that fucking mouth before I gag you.”
“He's going to kill you all.”
I half expected him to make good on his threats, but the silence, I received was a relief. Maybe he was already here hunting, killing destroying.
The door opened and I tried to shrink into the mattress underneath me. The big snarling man was back. His pace was fast as he approached me.
“I told you to shut up.”
I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but his fist slammed into my face my lip split under the force. Tears of pain stung my eyes as blood dribbled down my chin.
“You shut up now?”
“He's going to kill you.”
The second punch had blood filling my mouth. I honestly don’t know how long ive been here or where here is. Turning my head, I spit the blood onto the mattress.
“You know not of what you speak little girl.”
Did he really call me a little girl?
“I know exactly what I’m saying. Do you know who’s coming?”
The look on his face confirmed his ignorance. Lark was going to tear through here like a fallen angel.
“Yett just shut it or I will need to keep hurting you.”
“Death is coming for you.”
His eyes widen slightly as the words sink in.
“You took me and he will come for me.”
He told me I was his and I was completely his.
“Yett!”
“Oh yes, he's going to descend on you all like a hound from hell.”
I watch as he swallows hard. Without another word he leaves me lying here bleeding. I wanted to scream, I wanted to hit him back.
I fight the need to close my eyes once more. The pain almost too much to bare. It was a losing battle, they closed on their own and the darkness came to bring me home.
It whispered of my place among it. Lark was the king of the shadows of the darkness and I was its queen.
Chapter 28
Lark
She was in there waiting for me. Timopfey arrived a few minutes ago and it was time to follow him in. Tonight he would meet the fate of his father.
The door swung open silently. The air was warm as I walked into the open space. The house was old and run down a safe house of sorts.
The secluded location was perfect. Tonight I was going to burn it to the ground. They would be ash by the time this was over. Soiling the ground with their faith was not something they deserve.
Hell awaited them and the flames I would set would just be the beginning. There was going to be a time I join them there and I was going to relish tearing them apart for the rest of eternity.
But until then tonight would have to suffice. I already did a head count maybe ten of his family left including himself. Pulling the gun I shoot one and then another.
Grabbing one by the throat, I place him in front of me using him as a shield. I aimed for the knees and chest as I fired over and over each bullet hitting their target.
My silencer kept my attack silent but they were loud. The shots fired from their guns echoed around the room covering the sound of bodies dropping to the floor.
The man I was holding became dead weight as he absorbed all of the bullets fired my way. His body jerked with each entry. Looking around I count five dead men.
“Timofey your numbers are dwindling.”
There was no point in hiding my presence not anymore all those guns going off already gave it away. Honestly, this was better.
He knew I was coming for him, he would stew in fear.
“I’m coming for you.”
The words are dark and filled with promise. I was going to enjoy killing him. One of his men thought they were concealed behind the wall.
Pulling the trigger I watch the hole form in the cracked drywall. The thump that followed had a smile spreading over my face.
Four more to go and only three to get to Timofey.
Chapter 29
Bethy
The feel of a knife cutting into my chest had my eyes springing wide. There was a man standing over me cutting my shirt from my body.
This was it I was. My undoing my destruction. I had to lay here helpless and let him ruin me.
“So beautiful such smooth skin.”
His voice was
husky and full of desire and something inside me shriveled.
“You are very lucky I want you for myself.”
“I will never belong to you. You may take my body but I will never concede to you.”
I spit the words through clenched teeth. His smile was sickening.
“Oh my sweet you will be begging for more all in good time.”
I gagged. The idea I would beg this fat bastard for anything had my body and mind revolting. I watch as he parts my shirt with the tip of the blade.
My bra the only covering I had against his eyes. The black lace hid almost nothing.
“Mmm to bad I need to cut it from you.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
He tsks as the blade slides under my bra right between my breasts. With a little pressure it parts. The delicate lace no match for the sharp blade.
I watch in horror as his hands slide over my nipple. My eyes dart to his face as he licks his lips. Tears form in my eyes and I try to fight them down.
I didn’t want to show any weakness I would not let him see what he was doing to me. Relief rushed through me when he stood.
I thought he was going to leave if only for a moment, but I was wrong so very wrong. His hands go to his waist the fat from his stomach bulged over his dress pants.
The slow glide of his zipper as he released it his button was already undone. I watch as his pants drop to the floor. His lack of underwear one less layer between us.
I wanted to laugh at the small thing between his legs it looked like a finger. Maybe even an index finger. His fingers stroked the small thing he called his dick.
“You like what you see?”
“What is that? A finger?”
His angry snarl had my throat closing. He rips the button off my pants with his fat fingers. The zipper quickly followed. I put all my weight into my hips, holding to the bed as he tried to pull my pants down.
I wasn’t going to make this easy on him.
“Lift or I cut them from your body and you will be naked for everyone to see.”
Shock had me pausing giving him all the time he needed to rip my pants to my ankles. I wanted to kick him, but my feet were also tied to the bed.
My underwear met his blade and a tear slipped from my eyes. I couldn’t hold them back. I watch in terror as he leaned over my body slowly climbing onto the bed.
Then the most beautiful sound echoed around the room. Gun shots took the silence.
“You're going to die.”
His eyes widen and he swallows hard. His body lowers towards mine and for a moment I feared he would continue, but he quickly backed away.
“He's going to kill you.”
I laugh harder when he reaches for his pants and stumbles as his heavy upper body has him loosing his balance. My naked body chilled in the cold air.
Chapter 30
Lark
Slitting the throat of number three I let him drop to the floor. Two more to go and then Timofey. I watch as another runs into the hallway.
Raising my gun I put a bullet between his eyes. A smile stretches across my face as number two hits the floor with a thud. His eyes wide and mouth open.
There was nothing left in my way. Climbing the stairs, I open the only closed door on the right and the sight that greeted me had my blood boiling.
Bethy was naked and bleeding. My eyes turn to Timofey as he tried to put his pants back on. With long strides I shorten the space between him and I quickly.
“I’m going to kill you.”
“Wait.”
I was waiting for nothing. I press my knife into the soft flesh under his jaw. I watch the blood well and drip down my blade as it sunk deeper.
I watch as he fights to keep his eyes open as it sunk deeper still. Swallowing at this point would be uncomfortable.
“Did he touch you?”
My eyes never leave Timofey as I wait for Behty to answer.
“He didn’t get inside me.”
I heard what she didn’t say no he didn’t rape her, but yes he touched her. The flesh under his jaw was slowly splitting under the knife piercing his skin.
He took Bethy and for that alone he must die. The moment the order passed his lips to take her he sealed his fate. He took what's mine. Touched what's mine.
Removing the blade from his flesh I raise it to his nose and press the tip into each nostril splitting them open. He screams in pain as his flesh tore open.
Tears streaked down his face.
“You knew I would come for her.”
I could see it in his eyes, he thought he was indestructible that I wouldn’t make it this far.
“I told him you were going to kill him.”
Bethys sweet voice echoed around the room bringing a smile to my face.
“You should have listened to her.”
Anger reflected back at me through his eyes.
“Open your mouth.”
Squeezing his cheeks, I force his lips to part. Placing my blade on his tongue. I look him in the eyes as I slip it into his throat, he pulls back trying to escape.
Reaching up I grab the back of his head and slowly force his head down on my blade. I pulled his head back and jerked it back down almost like he was sucking a cock.
I could feel the blade splitting flesh. As it sunk into his mouth over and over. His cries echoed around us a blissful sound.
“Lark.”
Bethy’s voice was filled with tears. Pulling the blade free I once again slip it under his chin. As much as I wanted to play with him some more I needed to take care of her.
I run the blade down his throat right to the middle. Looking him in the eyes, I sunk the blade into it. He started chocking trying to breathe around the blade constricting his windpipe. Pulling it free I let him drop to the floor.
Walking over to Bethy, I cut through the ropes holding her to the bed. Her naked body cold to the touch. Quickly pulling my coat off I slip it around her slim body.
Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me close. Lifting her into my arms I close my eyes in relief when her cold nose presses into my throat.
Timofey shuddered on the floor twitching as his life fled his body. I wanted to watch. Her tears ran down my neck and into my shirt.
Walking out of the house I place her in my car.
“It’s okay Luce mia. I will never let you go.”
Her arms slowly released me. I wanted her home in our bed safe.
“Lily?”
“I found her Amore she’s safe at home in her bed waiting for us.”
“Alone?”
“Kevin’s with her?”
“Kevin?”
“I'll tell you about him later, right now I want to get you home. A nice hot bath and some rest.”
Her eyes close and a smile graces her bloody lip.
“Let's go home.”
Home. A word that was foreign to me until her. Warmth suffused me. Bethys eyes stayed close and soon she was sleeping.
I walk into the house and slip past both men. I didn’t want them to see her, but Kevin was fast.
“Fuck man.”
Placing her onto our bed, I turn to Kevin.
“What happened to her?”
“Not now.”
Covering her with a blanket I press my lips to her forehead. Finally it was over and both my girls were home. I was home.
Epilogue
Nine months later….
“You're never going to touch me again.”
I scream at Lark as I squeeze his hand with all I’ve got. Our child was coming and I was being split in two.
“I'm sorry Amoruccio.”
His lips press against mine. I melted for all of a second before another contraction racked my helpless body.
“One more push.”
“I'll give you one more push.”
My voice was harsh and I wanted to kick the bitch in the face. Baring down I let out a grunt as our child finally slipped from my body.
“It’s a boy!”
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Lark hovered over us both trying to be in two places at once.
“Go see our boy.”
His eyes dart to mine as if he wasn’t sure I said it or he imagined it.
“Go.”
I laugh as he rushes to the nurse and takes our son into his arms.
“Tripp. Tripp Carter.”
Whispering his name I wait as Lark slowly walks back to me. I could see the fight to give him over in his eyes. Lark didn't want to let go. Gently he placed him in my arms and I got my first glimpse of our little miracle.
“He looks just like his daddy.”
Lark's eyes sparkle as the words leave my lips. Exhaustion swept over me, I have been in here for hours trying to get him out.
“Here, take Tripp.”
Placing a kiss on his smooth cheek, I hand him back to his father. My eyes become heavy and soon the darkness dragged me home into its peaceful embrace.
“I love you.”
“Hmm I love you too.”
I whisper to him as sleep claimed me.
The end
Roast
Rosemary Leaves
Thyme Leaves
Season Salt
(Give the above a good couple shakes into Broth)
1-2 onions, chopped into 4 quarters each
Olive oil
Salt
Pepper
3-4 sliced or diced garlic cloves
14oz beef broth
Put oil in skillet. Heat it and add onion. Cook until dark (don’t worry about the stuck on stuff its definitely wanted!)
Rub salt and pepper all over the roast. Put broth into large pan for the oven or stove top. Remove onion and put into the broth next sear the roast in hot oil on all sides until nice and brown. Now before adding it to the pot take a cup or two of broth and set it aside. Now that it's out. Add seasoning to the broth before adding the roast. Now remember the stuck on stuff? Pour broth into hot pan, keeping it on the burner and whisking the broth with a whisk. Get as much of it off as you can. Now remember to leave the oil in the skillet first and then pour it over the roast. Cover and cook on low until done.
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