by J, Bella
By
Bella J.
Contents
Author’s Note
Trigger Warning!
American Street Kings Playlist
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
OTHER NOVELS by BELLA J
About the Author
Copyright ©2019 by Bella J
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual living or dead person, businesses, events, or locales is purely coincidental.
Author’s Note
Author’s Note
Destroyed is the 4th and last book in the American Street Kings series. Books should be read in order.
DEPRAVED (Book 1) ~ Grab it here.
DEFIANT (Book 2) ~ Grab it here.
DERANGED (Book 3) ~ Grab it here.
Trigger Warning!
Destroyed is a dark MC novel and contains scenes that will offend sensitive readers. If you’re reading this, you probably know the hell these characters have been through since book 1. This ride is not going to be an easy one. It’s going to wreck you, break your heart, and make you cringe at times. So, if you’re expecting rainbows and unicorns, Destroyed is not for you.
For all the dark romance lovers…
ENJOY THE LAST RIDE
XOXO
American Street Kings Playlist
Granite & Alyx (Depraved & Defiant)
Amber Run – I Found
Twenty One Pilots – My Blood
Avril Lavigne – I Fell in Love With the Devil
Eminem ft Ed Sheeran – River
Imagine Dragons – Bad Liar
Banks – Weaker girl
NF – Paralyzed
Whethan – Savage
Linkin Park – Final Masquerade
Onyx & Wraith (Deranged)
Boy Epic – Scars
Camilla Cabello – Consequences
Demi Lovato – Smoke & Mirrors
Hinder – Lips of an Angel
Meg Myers – Sorry
Ryan Oakes – Drinking About You
Walking on Cars – Catch Me
Avril Lavigne – Give You What You Like
Def Leppard – Hysteria
Ink & Neon (Destroyed)
NF – Beautiful Addiction
Travis Atreo – Never Enough
Avril Lavigne – Head Above Water
Boy Epic – Tell Me You Love Me
Imagine Dragons – Whatever it Takes
Rihanna Ft Mikky Ekko – Stay
Meg Myers – Make a Shadow
Twenty One Pilots - Heathens
Alex & Sierra = Little Do You Know
Battleme – Hey Hey, My My
1
Ink
There was something about a man’s screams that sounded all kinds of fucked up. When he let out the agony and pain, and it was so thick you could almost taste it, it fucked with your mind. It fucked with your brain because a man wasn’t supposed to scream and cry. A man should be tough, hard, capable of swallowing pain—or at least, if you had balls, you should keep the agony bottled up inside and not fucking voice it.
Yet there was one man’s screams I hungered for. I needed to savor it on my tongue and swallow it down. The craving to hear his pain was so strong it fucking controlled me. Possessed me. And I wouldn’t be satiated until I’d extracted every goddamn cry and every breath until he would finally take his last.
But I had to give it to him; the fucker tried to be brave. For the first few hours, he only grunted and groaned, refusing to open his mouth. Funny how at first he couldn’t keep his fucking mouth shut and tongue hidden whenever we met on the streets. But here, I could see it in his ugly mouse-colored eyes that he was determined not to give me what I so desperately wanted.
His screams.
After the second time he passed out, he woke up screaming while I scorched the skin off the top of his feet. Nothing compared to the stench of burning flesh as it bubbled and oozed under the flame of my blowtorch, the sight causing my spine to tingle. The sound of torment that ripped from his throat was fucking beautiful, like a melody that sang to my darkness. I had to close my eyes as exhilaration rippled through my insides, settling in my chest with delight. Luckily, this room was soundproof, and his screams had nowhere to go, trapped between these walls for only me to hear.
The chains complained as his body swung from side to side. Tied by the wrists and hanging from the ceiling, his toes barely touched the ground. Blood had already started to drip on the floor beneath his feet, the crimson a stark contrast against the white tiles. It was fucking beautiful—especially with his charred feet dangling just above it.
I sat on a crate, brushing the pad of my thumb against the blade in my hand, I watched him, seemingly lifeless. But I knew the son of a bitch was still breathing. I made sure of it. There was no way in hell he’d have a quick exit—not by my hand. He would suffer, and he would endure an immense amount of torture before I’d allow him to take his last breath. Death was far too merciful for a fucker like him.
I knew this day would come. I had imagined it so many times, fucking dreamt about it every goddamn day for months. It didn’t take me long to discover where this room was and how to get to it. But I kept it to myself, not sharing with the others how many hours I had spent doing my homework, planning and plotting my revenge. While Granite and Onyx were bickering about who would lead the Kings, I was busy scheming and investigating these motherfuckers on my own since I wasn’t sure where the Kings stood in all this.
My leather boots creaked as I got up, and I grabbed a bucket of water before tossing it at the rotting snake. His head jerked up as he gasped from the shock of ice-cold water to the face.
“Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty.”
He blinked a few times, water dripping over his eyes. “I wish you didn’t do that. I was having such a good dream.” He smiled through the exhaustion on his face. “I can still hear her screams, you know? The pixie.”
I lost it, stormed forward and slammed my fist into his midsection. The chains rattled, and he grunted, swinging violently. But he merely laughed—a maniacal cackle with spit drooling from the side of his mouth.
“That just earned you a few more days here in my hell, snake.”
“Oh, I look forward to it. We’re really…bonding down here, wouldn’t you say?” His voice was soft, his body exhausted. But the fucker’s mind was still strong, and that was what I wanted to break first.
I brought my blade up to his face, licking my lips as I pressed the tip of the steel under his chin. “Once I’m done with you, there’ll be nothing left.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “She’ll be your downfall, you know. The blue-haired pixie.” He took a breath. “It’s those we love the most who end up destroying us in the end.”
Clenching my jaw and biting my lip, I dragged my knife down his throat just hard enough to let blood weep from his skin. Just a drop. “You know nothing of love.”
“I
know it’s for pussies.”
I let go of his face and rammed my fist into his gut one more time, spit ejecting from his mouth with agonizing grunts. “You tried to rape your own sister, you sick fuck.”
“She deserved it.”
“She’s your fucking sister, man.”
“Oh, come on.” He coughed violently, like he was choking on his own goddamn spit. “We both know you hate her. After all,” he looked up at me, one eye starting to swell shut, “you probably see me every time you look at my little sister.”
With a half-grin on my face, I chose to ignore his last remark. The last thing I planned on doing was admit that he was fucking right.
I started pacing. “I must say, snake, this is quite the little torture chamber you have here.”
Sweat dripped from his face, his head hanging down, and I could hear his rapid breaths.
I slowly circled him. “Why keep this room hidden in the basement of your own fucking compound? Don’t feel like sharing your victims with the rest of your crew?”
Slither lifted his face, spit and snot covering his lips and chin. “Well, there was that one night I decided to share one of my victims with a few crew members.”
My chest expanded, every muscle as tight as a rubber band. “Oh, you mean the crew members whose spines I tried to carve out of them?”
He attempted to smile through the pain. “I’ll give it to you, pretty…you and Granite sure did a number taking my men down one by one.”
“Don’t call me pretty.”
“But you are. You’re the prettiest one out of all the Kings. If I had a pussy, I’d fuck you.”
It was an involuntary reaction when I swung my fist and slammed it into his jaw. Blood burst from his mouth and splattered on the floor, mixed with his sweat and snot.
I smiled. “Did you really think we’d let you get away with what you did to Neon?”
“It sure took you long enough.”
“A hunter bides his time, waits for the perfect moment to strike.”
“Bullshit. It was your president—or rather presidents who kept you from finally coming for me.”
I held out my arms. “Yet here I am, and my presidents don’t even know.”
“They forced your hand.” He tried to smile with a busted lip. “You knew if you didn’t get me out of that room, Onyx would have planted led in my skull.” His gaze met mine. “And we both know there’s no way in fucking hell you’ll let anyone else kill me.”
“One thing you got right, snake.”
Slither glanced around the room with tired eyes. “How did you find this place, anyway?”
I took a seat on a crate, playing with my knife in my hand. “A little piece of the building’s blueprint no one fucking knew about.”
“But you did.”
“Like I said, a hunter bides his time and does his homework before he strikes.” I smirked. “And with your fellow rapists dead—”
“Courtesy of you and Granite going on a murderous rampage.”
I looked up at the ceiling, a huge smile on my face. “Those were good times.” I sighed. “Good times. Anyway, now, with them dead, the only people who know about this room are you and me.”
He snickered. “And one very beautiful blue-haired pixie.”
It took me a split second to launch at him and grab his face, my fingers clawing into his cheeks. “Talk about her again, and I’ll cut your tongue out and shove one half down your throat, and the other up your ass.”
The chains rattled and clanged as I let go of his face with a jerk, his body swinging back and forth. It was ironic, really, how he hung from the same ceiling she did. Being tortured in the same room where he tortured her. His little minions didn’t know where he was, and I bolted the door shut the day I brought him down here. Now, the only way in and out was through the secret door that led to the sewers.
Slither spat out a mouthful of blood, trying to wipe his lips against his arm. “My crew will be looking for me, and my VP—”
“Oh, you mean Boa?” I rubbed the back of my neck. “See, the thing about a crew, you need to earn respect and not demand it. If the leader is a selfish prick, it’s only a matter of time before they start following the example.” I started to circle him again. “Something tells me Boa is quite happy to sit in your seat, snake. I don’t think he’ll worry too much about finding you.”
His silence confirmed it. He knew just like I did that his crew’s loyalty was volatile, at best. They were loyal to the position, not the person. They didn’t care who wore the president’s tag.
“You know I’m right, don’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
I scoffed. “It’s a goddamn pretty sight, seeing your confidence wither.”
“You won’t break me, pretty,” he taunted. “I’ve endured pain far worse than you’ll ever be capable of inflicting.”
I rubbed my fists together, narrowing my eyes as I stared at him. “You have no idea what I’m capable of, snake.”
He snickered. “All this for a girl. Like I said, she’ll end up destroying you.”
“I don’t care.” I pressed the blade of my knife against his cheekbone, slowly dragging it down, tears of red bleeding out of the gaping wound. He cringed, his jaw clenched, and his eyes pressed closed. “All I care about right now is making you bleed.”
I took a step back and grabbed the duct tape, the rip resounding through the room. “Even though I love our little chats, I think it’s time for you to shut the fuck up.” I slapped the strip of tape across his mouth and leaned in closer. “At least for the next part.”
His eyes widened, the only sign of fear I saw in him. I loved it. I loved how his own eyes betrayed him.
“Take a good look, motherfucker. This is the only face you’ll see for a very long time, because I won’t stop until you beg. Until you plead for mercy.” I inched forward, gritting my teeth. “And I will show you none…just like you showed her.”
2
Ink
I couldn’t look at her and not see him. She looked just like her brother. Amazing how no one noticed the resemblance until the truth bomb got dropped like a fucking nuclear weapon of mass destruction. I didn’t understand how Onyx could still look at her the same way after that. Wraith was a fucking rat, and I didn’t give a fuck what her reasoning was for doing Slither’s dirty work. The fact was, she had his blood running through her veins—the same blood I wanted to watch drip from his festering flesh. It was impossible for me to be within three feet of her and not feel like I was drowning in hate.
Sitting at the bar with an ice-cold beer in my hand, I watched as Neon took a seat next to Wraith. Their mouths were moving, but for the life of me I couldn’t think what the fuck they’d possibly be chatting about. Did Neon not see it? Did she not see his fucking face whenever she looked at Wraith? Did she not see the goddamn snake in those blue irises? God, it was fucking insane. It was like I got sucked through a giant vortex of fucked-up shit and spewed out in the motherfucking Twilight Zone where we showed mercy to allies of fuckers like Slither. Only this was one better. She wasn’t just an ally. She was his fucking sister. She was family. Blood. You didn’t get a stronger bond than blood, so why the fuck was I the only who thought her being here was fucking blasphemy?
“God, you’re ugly when you’re brooding.” Manic slapped an unwelcome hand on my shoulder, slipping his ass onto the seat next to mine. Dice, our newest prospect, placed a cold one in front of him.
Manic tipped the bottle in his direction. “Fucker won again last night. I’m starting to hate Tripps.”
“There’s a reason we call him Dice, you moron.”
“I swear to God, I will beat him one day. I don’t care how long it fucking takes me.”
I ignored him this time, not giving a flying fuck for company right now.
“Where have you been disappearing to the last two nights?”
“Nowhere.” I didn’t look at him.
“You’re going somewhere. I’ve
seen you leave.”
“Why are you lurking in the fucking halls like a vampire, anyway?”
“Not lurking. Merely…observing.”
I eyed him from the side. “Please tell me you’re not sitting around in the dark jerking off like a fucking psycho.”
Manic smiled like an idiot. “You’ll never know.”
“You’re one ugly motherfucker, you know that?”
Manic pointed at the scar on his face. “Even with this, I’m prettier than you.”
“My dick’s still bigger than yours, so shut the fuck up. Yo, Dice,” I waved him over, “give me a shot.”
“What ya like?”
I cocked a brow. “Do I look like I fucking know what I’d like? Just give me any shot.”
“Okay, man.” He wiped his hands before reaching for the tequila.
I groaned. “Just not tequila.”
Dice moved his hand towards the Jägermeister.
“Not that either.”
Narrowing his eyes, he pointed at the vodka.
“Oh, my God. Give me something that won’t make my balls shrivel up and turn into a fucking vagina.”
“Jesus, man.” Dice scrambled, grabbing a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, Jim Beam, and Johnny Walker.
I scowled. “Three wise men?”
Dice slammed the bottle of Jim Beam down on the counter after pouring the shot. “I’m a prospect, a bartender, a cleaner, and basically everything else you want me to be. But I’m not a fucking mind reader.” He placed the glass in front of me. “Now drink the motherfucking shot.”