The Destruction of Sevyn (The Vengeance of Luther Book 1)

by Ember Michaels

  Luther raised an eyebrow and looked around at his masked guys before looking back to her. “So…does that mean you want to just skip to being killed or…what? I mean I’m down with getting to the good part if you want to,” he said and chuckled.

  Jamie’s face turned beet red as she stared at him, her bottom lip trembling. “You make your sister appear to be some saint, but not once have you acknowledged what she did to Sevyn,” she fired back.

  “Sevyn won’t even tell me the real reason, so what do you expect me to think? If anything, I just think you bitches were jealous of her and wanted to get her out of the way.”

  “Sevyn did it because she was angry at you for cheating on her and then having the nerve to break up with her,” Jamie stated.

  “Wait, what?” I asked. I’d never heard of anything official about him being with other people. I thought back to our conversation that day, flipping through my memories to see if he’d told me he was already seeing someone else.

  “This sunset is so beautiful,” I said as we sat in the park. He nodded, his hands clasped in front of him as he rested his elbows on his knees. He’d seemed distracted all evening, almost as if he had somewhere else he’d wanted to be. “Why’re you so quiet?”

  He sighed deeply and leaned back on the bench. “Trying to figure out the best way to tell you what I need to tell you,” he said, his voice low. My heart skipped a beat. Was tonight the night he’d finally tell me he loved me or something? We hadn’t been officially dating for very long, but I’d known him for years. Everything felt so natural together and I ended up spending many nights with him, even some nights that Logan didn’t even know about as I fucked her brother right under her nose. Our secret relationship felt like something sexy and dangerous, and I craved him in ways that I couldn’t fully understand. Just like him, I also had something I wanted to tell him. I wanted to tell him how I felt about him as well, along with a little secret that I wasn’t sure how he’d react to.

  “What’s up?” I finally asked, deciding to test the waters before dropping the four-letter word.

  He looked ahead and slumped down on the bench a little. “So, you know I’m returning to college soon, right?” he started.

  I slowly nodded. “Yeah? I mean we can do video chats and stuff and I can come visit you on the weekend or something—”

  “I think we should break up,” he interrupted.

  “Long distance relationships aren’t…what?” I said when my brain finally caught up to what he’d just said. The muscle in his jaw ticked as he dropped his gaze to his lap.

  “I think we should break up,” he said, his voice a bit louder and clearer now. I should my head in confusion. I didn’t understand. How we’d go from being intimate to him now wanting to end things?

  “I don’t understand,” I said slowly, rolling the words around in my head. “Did I do something wrong? Are you mad that I told Logan about us?”

  “It’s not you. I just think that since I won’t be in high school anymore and I’ll meet new people in college, I think it’s best we end whatever it is going on between us. I think it’ll be a less likely chance for me to hurt you if I go ahead and end this now.”

  “Luther, you can’t be serious right now,” I asked in disbelief. “What happened since the last time I saw you? Is it someone else?”

  “It’s no one, Sevyn. I just think it’s just the best for me right now,” he said.

  “Is fucking Logan behind this? You at least owe me an explanation,” I fired back, tears burning my eyes. He only stood up in response, his hands in his pockets as he looked in the ground.

  “I just don’t want to be with a high school girl. You were cool to mess around with this summer, but I think we both need to move on,” he said.

  “You’re fucking unbelievable,” I scoffed and grabbed my purse. “Lose my number and don’t ever talk to me again.”

  I stormed past him, purposely bumping him. He didn’t bother trying to stop me or telling me that he was kidding. My blood boiled as I stomped across the grass to the parking lot, hopping in my Audi and speeding out of the parking lot. I broke down in my car while stopped at a red light, confused, heartbroken, and devastated. But despite the pain I felt when he just dropped me like a hot potato, I couldn’t help the overwhelming anger I felt toward Logan. I’d made her promise me that she wouldn’t say anything to Luther about the thing I kept from him because I wanted him to hear it from me and not his friends or anyone else. I thought Logan had ruined all of that. Ruined my future with the one guy who’d ever had my heart. All I could think in that moment was that Logan was going to pay for ruining one of the best things I had in my life at the time.

  “You’d be stupid to think Luther was really exclusive to you while you were together,” Jamie stated, a smug look on her face as if she thought she’d hurt me somehow. Luther was no longer the guy I remembered for me to really be sad about what he’d done to me years ago. When I didn’t react, she frowned and went quiet. Luther turned his attention on me.

  “So that was your reason after all, huh? You thought Logan was the reason we broke up,” he stated. I knew he’d keep asking me about it if I didn’t give him a reason. It was part of the reason, but not the main thing that sent me over the edge.

  “I guess it was,” I said, my voice flat. He studied me for a long moment.

  “Do I look today or yesterday years old?” he asked as he rolled his eyes. “You have to think I was an idiot to believe that.”

  “Is it impossible to even consider the thought that you meant everything to me?” I asked. He shook his head.

  “For someone to be so important, you could get any guy you wanted. You can’t expect me to believe that you were so hung up on me that you decided to go after my sister.” He stroked his bare jawline, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’ll find what the reason was even if I have to beat it out of you. But it won’t be today.” Peering at Jamie, he asked, “Last meal request; final offer.”

  “I don’t want a fucking meal,” Jamie snapped. “You’re not about to torment me with waiting.

  “Suit yourself,” Luther said with a shrug and then turned to his men. “Get the wheel. I think I’m in the mood for a little knife throwing.”

  LUTHER

  Adrenaline rushed through my veins once again once Jamie was strapped to the wheel. I couldn’t even stand still, opting to bounce from foot to foot as if I was preparing for battle. This was the feeling I craved, that excitement and anticipation of spilling blood. I couldn’t wait to relish in her screams, her tears, her pain. I couldn’t wait to see the look on Sevyn’s face when she saw the impact of her decision this time around. I was surprised that she caved so quickly. Who would’ve known that all it took was the offer of a soft bed that she wasn’t actually going to sleep in to make her cave so easily?

  Tony handed me a bag of sharp knives, ones we always threw at the targets on the trees outside. This would be my first time actually using them on people and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t overly excited.

  “Anything you’d like to say to your friends?” I asked as I took a few knives from the bag.

  “You’re going to burn in hell for what you’re doing,” she said. I rolled my eyes.

  “Anything you’d like to say that I don’t already know?” I asked sarcastically.

  She glared at me. “Your sister was a bitch who got what was coming to her,” she fired back.

  My body stiffened, the playful mood I was in morphing into anger. I would have so much fun ending this bitch now. “Pissing me off before I kill you isn’t the smartest thing you want to do,” I warned.

  “As if I care. I’m going to end up dead anyway. So, fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! You’re all a bunch of dicks who’ll rot in hell.”

  “We’ll rot right next to you. You’re no saint either, bitch.” I looked to Tony. “Spin the wheel.” He nodded and walked over to it. When he reached up to give it a good spin, Jamie’s eyes went wide.

 
; “Wait, wait, wait!” she exclaimed, but I didn’t want to hear anything else except her screaming. Tony spun the wheel she was tied to and she screamed. I closed one eye and lined up the knife with her center, trying to focus on the place I wanted to hit. After a few moments, I threw it as hard as I could and caught her in the upper thigh, just as I wanted it.

  “Have you been practicing? You used to suck ass at this game when we’re outside,” Victor teased behind me.

  I chuckled. “Shut up, asshole. Maybe I liked letting you win,” I retorted.

  “Bet you $20 he won’t hit another one in a row,” Jake said to the guys.

  “Then get ready to pay up, Jake-y boy,” I said as I repeated my earlier stance, closing one eye and lining it up. Tony gave the wheel more momentum as Jamie screamed in pain.

  “No!” she screamed just as I threw the knife. I grinned in satisfaction when the blade drove into her bicep. She wailed in pain, jerking against the ropes that held her as if they’d give out and free her from the wheel. I turned to face the guys, giving a slight bow as they all clapped.

  “I’ll round up any money I’ve won when this is over, so please, do keep betting,” I joked.

  “Hell no. I’ll be broke by the time this is over. I’ll stick with the $20,” Jake said with a chuckle.

  The girls watched in horror as I threw knife after knife, hitting Jamie in various places. Her other bicep. Her forearms. Her stomach. Her chest. Soon her screaming stopped as blood leaked from her mouth, her body growing limp as she lost more blood.

  “Go for the jugular!” the guys chanted in the background. I grinned at them over my shoulder.

  “Eh….I don’t know. Think I can hit it?” I asked.

  “If you could, that’ll be a kill for the history books,” Curtis said. Tony gave the wheel an extra spin. If I was going to do it, my window was closing fast. It wouldn’t have the same effect if she died before I actually had the chance to do it.

  “Throw it! Throw it!” Paul exclaimed, bouncing from foot to foot in excitement. I took a deep breath and threw the knife with as much power as I could muster, satisfaction filling me when the knife went through the center of her throat, pinning her head to the wooden board. A grin slid across my lips as the guys all cheered in the background. All the feelings I wanted to feel when hurting Sevyn flooded me all at once, making me high on the thrill of the kill. The wheel slowly came to a stop. Jamie’s blood dripping onto the plastic on the floor, the scent of copper quickly filling the space as she bled out.

  “Oh, my fucking god!” one of the girls screamed. Someone sobbed behind me, but my attention was on Sevyn’s face. She looked a bit green around the gills, her face wet with silent tears. A mixture of guilt, regret, and sorrow swirled in her eyes as she gazed up at Jamie’s body. But unlike the other girls who sobbed and cursed in shock, Sevyn didn’t say anything. In a sense, it seemed as if she was accepting the fate of everyone here, knowing that her time was coming in five more days. The sound of retching made me cringe. I turned to see Crystal throwing up in her lap, her face covered in snot and tears at the scene before her.

  “Fucking hell. You bitches act like you’ve never seen a dead body before,” Victor mumbled.

  “I mean not in the extent that we have,” Paul reminded him. “We’re actual killers. The only time these sluts have seen a dead body is at a lame funeral.”

  “What a sad life they must’ve lived then,” Victor said and shrugged.

  Sevyn finally met my eyes and I grinned. “Was the choice worth it?” I asked her. She didn’t verbally answer. She only bowed her head, her shoulders shaking softly as she cried at the loss of another friend.

  “You guys are fucking sick,” Sarah fussed.

  “I’ll show you what’s really sick,” Curtis said as he grabbed his phone from the charger near the mantle. “I need to get a picture of this masterpiece. Everybody gather round.”

  We all huddled around Jamie’s body, everyone giving a cheesy thumbs up to show just how unaffected we were. One of the women scoffed in disgust, but I didn’t give a fuck. They should be glad that they had more time left instead of whining about how sick we were.

  “Are you ladies ready to eat then?” Jake asked sarcastically.

  “You know, you and Ryan are the only people I know that immediately start asking about food after a kill,” Curtis joked.

  “Well, all that excitement and action gives me a hell of an appetite,” Jake responded, patting his rock hard abs. “So how about it? I make a food run after we dispose of the body?”

  I frowned and looked around the room. “Speaking of bodies, where the fuck is Ryan?” I asked.

  “I think he’s getting his disguise ready. I saw him going outside this morning,” Paul answered. I relaxed a bit and nodded.

  “Has he decided on one yet?” I asked, just as the front door opened and closed.

  “I guess we’re about to find out,” Tony said, our eyes moving toward the foyer. Ryan came into view and I snorted so hard I hurt my face. He’d transformed himself into an old man that could pass off as an innocent grandpa. He wore a wig that made him look like he was balding at the top, using prosthetics to create wrinkled skin and a nose bigger than his actual one. He had a bushy mustache and eyebrows, which were furrowed at us as we laughed at him.

  “I take it that it’s a good disguise?” he asked, tap dancing a few steps. Even his voice sounded like an old man. He had one of those “get off my lawn” grumpy grandpa voices and I couldn’t control myself the more he spoke.

  “You don’t even look like yourself, man,” Victor said, wiping his eyes as he laughed.

  “That’s the whole point, genius,” Ryan replied sarcastically before looking to me.

  I tried to contain myself long enough to answer him and nodded. “It’s definitely a good one, Gramps. You’re definitely getting into character with the whole voice thing,” I said. All of Ryan’s experience in theater made him the king of disguises. He usually did everyone’s disguises if we all needed one, but he was amazing at doing his own. “Looks like you’re ready to rock and roll.”

  “Always,” he said and cocked his head when he saw Jamie’s body. “Pretty damn impressive. I didn’t know you were bringing the wheel out. Wish I didn’t miss it.” His voice had reverted back to his usual one as he admired my work.

  I shrugged. “I was in a knife throwing mood, I guess,” I said and grinned. “But you’re already slipping out of character, Grandpa.”

  “Oh, sorry, sorry,” he said, his voice matching his disguise again. “Do you want me to wait for her or do you want me to go on with Carrie’s?”

  “Just worry about Carrie. Tony will be responsible for Jamie’s head,” I said.

  “Sounds legit. I’ll call you once the box is out of my hands,” he said and left again with a parting wave.

  “Can you imagine asshole Ryan as a grandpa?” Paul asked.

  “I’m not even out of the house yet, you dickhead!” Ryan threw back from the foyer.

  “Whoops,” Paul snickered when the front door opened and closed again. “That guy’s always so uptight.”

  “You’re always fucking with him. Ever consider that possibility?” Curtis asked, smirking.

  “Just messing with him. He’s so easy to get riled up. Him and Luther, actually,” Paul said and grinned.

  I shook my head. “Just shut up and held me get this body off the wheel,” I said.

  “Are you fucking enjoying this or something? You haven’t said a single word or had a single reaction,” one of the girls said. I looked over my shoulder to see what she was going on about and saw Rebecca just sitting there. She didn’t cry like the rest of them or have any kind of emotion on her face. She looked as if she was bored, as if she didn’t just witness the murder of one of her so-called besties. Considering the animosity between the girls right now, they were all probably just thinking of their own self-preservation.

  “It wasn’t like Jamie and I were close,” she drawled. “J
ust because I’m not crying a river like the rest of you, it doesn’t mean that I don’t care.”

  “You’re even more of a psychopath than they are,” Sarah grumbled under her breath.

  “Now isn’t the time to fight with each other,” Sevyn ground out. “We’re all upset, okay? Besides, Rebecca isn’t an overly emotional person.”

  “Really? I couldn’t tell,” Paul said with a scoff. Sevyn narrowed her gaze at him and frowned.

  “I’ve known her a lot longer than you have. I think I’d know what she was like,” she snapped.

  “She was crying crocodile tears yesterday when you were beaten. And let’s not get started on how she reacted when she heard you screaming. Guess Luther was going to Pound Town on you then.”

  “Awww, how sweet is it that she’s concerned about her girlfriend,” I mused. I walked across the sheet of plastic and stood behind Rebecca. Moving her hair over her shoulder to expose her ear, I leaned down until my lips were leveled to it. “I bet you enjoyed seeing her naked yesterday, huh?”

  “Shut up,” she ground out, keeping her eyes forward. I locked eyes with Sevyn, who had a mixture of worry and annoyance in her gaze. I didn’t break eye contact with her as I continued whispering to Rebecca.

  “I bet you wish I would’ve let you loose for you to have your way with her because you know she wouldn’t be able to refuse. You probably daydream about what it’d be like to have her ride your face, don’t you?”

  “No,” she stated, though her voice wasn’t as confident as it usually was.

  “Too bad you missed it last night. She’s so tight and juicy…and I bet she tastes just as sweet as she used to when I used to fuck her over every inch in my house.”

  “Fuck you, you asshole! Shut up!” she exclaimed.

  “I’m sure you heard the way she screamed when I tore her apart. No matter how hard she tried to get away from me, I still destroyed the pussy you want so badly.”

  “I don’t,” she said through gritted teeth, tears glistening in her eyes.