Revenge of a Queen (Black Hallows Book 2)

by G N Wright

  I hear one of the guys mutter a ‘fuck’ under their breath while another laughs, but Steven doesn’t seem to hear anything over his screams. I block them out too. I appreciate having them here with me, but they are connected to a side of me that I can’t bring into this room right now. I watch the blood pour from his hand with mild satisfaction, as he tries to control his breathing and ignore the pain, but I can tell by how white he is, that he is failing. We can’t have that.

  “Shoot him, Lo,” I toss over his shoulder to Logan and he steps forward without hesitation and plunges another syringe into his neck, only this time it is filled with adrenaline. That will keep his blood pumping and his heart beating.

  I line the pliers up onto another finger ready for my question, “I’ll ask again, tell me what Elliot knows.”

  He is panting hard but grits his teeth “He, he knows you’re back. That you’ve got someone after him. That you are with the Rebels,” he pants more trying to get his words out quickly. “He thinks you are using them to get to him, that's why he went after them,” he is so breathless that he sounds like he just ran a marathon.

  “And what about Asher?” I push him applying pressure to the pliers.

  “What about him?” he yells, frantically trying to pull his finger away, when all it does is increase the hold against the tool in my hand. I look over his shoulder into the darkness and nod. Asher steps out of the shadows and walks to my side and Baizen’s eyes go as wide as saucers.

  “No, no way,” he stutters over his words. “He’s with you?” He asks in utter shock that only makes me happier.

  Ash slides his fingers into my free hand until they are entangled together not caring about the blood on my gloves. “Always,” his tone is firm and dark, leaving no question to his loyalty.

  Asher turns from him to look at me, “He’s a useless sack of shit, let's euthanize him,” his emotionless voice fills the room without faltering and I smile at him. This is a dark path we forced ourselves on and he has been with me since the very beginning.

  “Let’s play with him a little first,” I reply with a gleaming smile as I snap the pliers for a second time and let another finger fall from his hand.

  Ash and I use a number of tools to experiment effective ways to make our Captain of police bleed until apparently, he can’t take anymore.

  “Enough,” he cries, “Please stop, enough!” He begs but his pleas mean nothing to me.

  “Did you stop?” I question him, bending down until I’m at his eye level. “When those boys begged you to leave them alone, did you stop? When those girls came and reported heinous crimes committed by your friends, did you stop?” My tone is laced with anger but unwavering as I speak, “No you didn’t, you raped them, tortured them, and then covered it up just like your sick band of friends. Do you even remember any of them?” I ask gesturing to the pictures that cover the walls, “Their names? Their families? Do you remember fucking any of them? Lord, how I wish they could see you now, covered in blood, and drenched in your own piss, not so fucking tough now are you, not untouchable anymore? No, now you’re just a fucking rapist who is finally getting the justice you deserve.”

  “Dad,” Damien's voice splutters behind me and I spin to find him looking utterly shocked behind me, as his gaze bounces rapidly around the room. He looks between his dad and the pictures and then throws up on himself.

  Steven can barely see through his bloodied swollen eyes, but he splutters his son's name, “Damien, don’t listen to them son, they are liars,” his desperate tone is grating, I watch Damien closely as he dissects what his father is saying.

  He looks scared, not the guilty kind of scared that Steven looked. No, he looks shocked, confused, and downright fucking petrified. Hmm interesting. I move until I am in front of him and he removes his gaze from his father to meet mine. He looks like everything he has ever been told has been a lie, could it be that the son of a scumbag like Steven, is innocent?

  “What do you know about Elliot Donovan?” I inquire, watching his face for every reaction which means I don’t miss his immediate frown.

  He looks past me to his dad again with the same confused frown before he answers, “He’s my dad’s friend, they have known each other for years,” he pauses, like he is trying to think of more information. “He gives money to the police department every year, funds, uniforms, and stuff like that,” he is trying and failing to hide his body shaking with fear, or nerves, I’m not quite sure.

  “And what do you know of him being a murdering rapist piece of shit like your dad?” I push him further for information and he splutters in disbelief immediately, and I have my answer, he knows nothing, lucky for him.

  I spin back to Steven, “Well, would you look at that Captain? You did one thing right. Kept your son out of your sick and twisted lifestyle, now your wife only has to mourn one of you,” I don’t even let my words register before I lift my gun and plant a bullet right in the middle of his head. My target practice is clearly paying off. Damien lets out a muffled noise as he watches his father die.

  “Let what you saw here today be a reminder of what I can and will do to you, if need be,” I speak in a smooth, flat tone, letting the dark edge of my mood shine through. “You will go home and act like nothing has happened, your father’s crimes will be revealed to the world and you will be thankful that you weren't involved.” I hope I am doing the right thing, I don’t want to murder innocents, that would make me as bad as them.

  Asher isn’t as collected as me, shocker I know, he steps forward and kicks Damien onto his back and places his foot at his throat.

  “Do you know who I am?” He asks and Damien tries his best to nod, “Good.” He pushes his foot harder into his throat and I watch as he struggles to breathe.

  “If you even think about speaking to anyone about what transpired here today then it won’t just be you who pays. I will murder everyone you have cared about, your mother, Katherine, your cat, Mr. Sniffles, even your high school girlfriend, Josie. I will hunt every single one of them down and skin them alive until they are begging for mercy and then and only then will I show it. I will boil their bodies in acid until they are nothing but sludge for the fucking pigs to eat, are we clear?”

  I can practically taste his fear as he digests Ash’s words and tries his best to nod. Ash presses into his throat even more before pulling back and turning to me with a nod.

  I turn to find all the guys watching us. Marcus is staring at me with a whole new look in his eye, a look that says he is impressed, frightened, and if I’m not mistaken a little turned on. Jace has a look I have never seen before, there is a fire behind his eyes like he is ready for a whole new chapter of his life. Lincoln is taking in the scene before him with a dark approving appraisal, like today is exactly his kind of day, it makes me wonder about his past. Then I lock eyes with Logan who is smirking at us as he leans on the chair that Steven’s warm dead body still occupies, “I knew today would be fun.”

  Chapter 36

  LINCOLN

  It has been hours since we got home and everyone disappeared to their own corners of the house. Marcus dragged Elle off as soon as we got back, Jace got so stoned that I had to carry him to bed, Donovan stalked to Zack’s office, and Logan said he was going to catch up on his extra curriculars, whatever the fuck that means.

  There is no way I could attempt to sleep, I’m too wired. Today was the kind of day I long to be part of the kind that reminds me of my past, my childhood. The darkness of what we did pulses through my veins. The adrenaline courses through me like a drug. A drug I know well. One I’ve been addicted to since I was eight years old and watched the life drain from my father's eyes.

  Some of us are born into darkness, people like Elliot, Greg, Asher, and even me. Others are molded by things that happen to them like Elle, Jace, and Marcus.

  I relish in the blood that was spilled today. Reliving every blow Elle delivered to one of her tormentors. He may not have laid a finger on her that terrible night
, but that doesn’t mean there haven’t been countless others who suffered under his hands.

  Unlike us, Elle King wasn't born a dark murderous queen. No, her circumstances made her into one. She took the pain she endured and turned it into a power that grows daily. Donovan underestimates her at every turn, but he is also relentless. Every move we make from here on out, needs to be calculated, every possible outcome considered and prepared for. Elliot Donovan may have a fucking criminal empire, but we have more to lose than he does.

  For the first time in my life, I have a family to call my own. People to protect and love. I won’t let anything happen to them.

  I can’t seem to settle my mind. Contemplating and worrying about all we might come to face. I tried pulling a Marcus and drowned out the thoughts with half a bottle of whiskey, it did nothing. I tried following Jace into a weed induced sleep, all that did was make the darkness feel more decadent. That’s how I find myself in the gym, my fists pound into the bags hoping I can bleed this high away. My knuckles split and bleed, finally drawing me out of the haze. I turn around and lock eyes with Logan. He leans against the door watching me with a dangerous smile on his face.

  He appraises me slowly, like a predator would its prey. He’s fucking delusional if he thinks he can hunt someone like me. His gaze takes in my grey sweats and lack of shirt, lingering on my sweat soaked chest before he meets my eyes and I raise my brows at him in question.

  “Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” he purrs in that alluring flirty voice of his as he enters the room fully.

  “You didn't. You've been watching me for seven minutes.” I don’t think about how weird that would sound to someone, the fact I noticed him as soon as he darkened the doorway, felt him even. Just one of my many learned talents. Something I had to be good at to survive. Always be aware of your surroundings.

  He lets out a low whistle, “Damn your perceptive. Wanna know what else I could do in seven minutes,” the teasing edge to his voice gives me pause.

  This isn’t like his previous attempts at flirting with me, he isn’t trying to show off, or embarrass me. He isn’t trying to get a rise out of having an audience, there is no one here but the two of us. This is just for him, for us, he wants me for real.

  I take into consideration his blatant sexual offer. I'm not blind, he's fucking sex on a stick. Tall, dark, and handsome, with a jaw that could slice you open. He looks at me with a glint in his eye. Like he’s willing to do whatever I'd want him to but isn’t expecting me to take him up on his offer. He doesn't know the turmoil inside me. He doesn't know how long it's been since I've had the pleasure of sinking deep into someone else. How long since I’ve put my cock down someone's throat and fucked their face. I've been so busy with everything since Elle got to town, that I'm itching to feel that relief and Logan might just be the perfect candidate.

  I feel the smirk tug on the side of my mouth as I decide to take him up on whatever he is offering, “Come on then, Logan. Show me what you got,” I sit down on the bench leaning back against the mirror and open my legs. The invitation is clear.

  He licks his lips appreciatively, his gaze darkening as he takes me in once more. He wastes no time stalking towards me and sinking down onto his knees between my open legs. It’s a fucking pretty sight.

  “I didn’t know computer nerds were this stacked,” he smirks, as he eyes my bare chest.

  He places his hands on my knees and runs them up my thighs with a firm touch. When he reaches my waistband, I think he’s going to dip inside, but he doesn’t. His fingers bypass it and skim across my abs. I flex under his touch, and he smiles as he looks up at me. His dark lashes fanning against his face, he increases the pressure as he rubs up my chest and leans closer to me.

  “The quiet ones are always so fucking hot,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss my neck. His lips are soft but firm at the same time. His tongue traces a path up to my earlobe and I groan as my erection begins to strain against my sweats.

  “Quiet and reserved at all times,” he whispers into my ear, “just like Asher. I bet I could make you both scream.” He grips my hard dick over the material at the same time he says Donovan's name and I can’t help but groan again.

  “Yeah, don’t think I haven’t noticed how hot you are for our resident little psycho.” He slips his hand into my sweats and grips my length giving me a slow tug. Fuck, it’s been too long since I have had another’s hands on me. He strokes me slowly up and down as he kisses his way across my jaw.

  His tongue flicks across my lips as his breath coats my mouth. He continues to tease me with his hand and taunt me with his words, “Have you imagined him like this? On his knees for you, ready to take you. Or would it be you, taking him?” I moan an anguished sound and he smiles, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” The word baby rolls off his tongue far too easily and sounds too good in his gravelly tone. It sounds familiar, like maybe I could get used to hearing it every day.

  I take in his dark lustful stare and smile at him. It’s a smile that promises dark and wicked things. He closes the distance between us, and we come together all teeth and tongue as we devour each other's mouths. Fuck, he can kiss. I can’t fucking wait to feel his mouth on my cock. He must read my mind because he pulls away and starts licking, biting, and sucking his way down my body. He doesn’t seem phased by the sweat lingering there, as he groans lapping it up. When he reaches my abs, he pulls back and grips my sweats on either side, motioning for me to move. I stand so he can drag the sweats down my legs and free my now rock-hard cock.

  He stares at it like it's the best thing he’s ever fucking seen and when he flicks his tongue across my slit, I hiss. He wastes no time in gripping my base and swirling his tongue around the head of my dick before sucking the tip into his warm, velvety mouth. I can't help the shudder that escapes me as he sucks me like a fucking champ.

  He pulls back and licks the length of my shaft, coating me in his salvia before he sucks one of my balls into his mouth. He's teasing me, tasting everything, I've got to give and using it to try and own me. Doesn't he know I can't be owned?

  I tangle my fingers into his hair and grip until his eyes lock with mine.

  "Do I have to fuck your mouth or are you going to be a good boy, and give me what I need?" I practically growl the words at him, but he needs to know how close to the edge I am before I fucking snap.

  He takes in the no doubt dark look in my eye and instead of being deterred, he looks determined. His signature cocky smile makes his handsome face just that much more fucking beautiful.

  "I'm gonna rock your fucking world, Blackwell," he declares, taking me into his mouth so deep I can feel the back of his throat. Fucking hell. I’m throbbing with need and the cocky fucker knows it as he smiles around my cock.

  He works me down his throat like a fucking pro, not a gag in sight. Bobbing his head up and down my length, sucking without restraint. His mouth feels sinful and his enthusiasm for my cock just makes it all the better. He takes my dick like he’s never tasted anything better. No wonder his ego is so big, he's got a mouth like a fucking vacuum.

  He alternates between taking me deep in his mouth and swirling his tongue around my head as one of his hands twists around the base of my shaft. It feels amazing. I get lost in the bliss he’s pulling from my body.

  "Fuck, Logan." I can't contain my groans or my words of encouragement, “Yes, just like that.”

  My cock hits the back of his throat again and I groan, throwing my head back, closing my eyes and trying not to come too soon but his mouth feels too good. When he pulls back, I feel his teeth graze against me and I almost fucking burst.

  “Are you a giver or taker, Lincoln?” He swirls his tongue around the head of my dick again, lapping up the pre cum there. “Or both?” he continues, licking me furiously like I’m his favorite treat. “I bet you’d feel so fucking good in my ass,” he teases, as his hand curls around my base again giving me hard, quick strokes.

  He swallows me down aga
in and I can’t help but start to meet his mouth in slow smooth thrusts as I growl back at him, “I’d be the one fucking you Logan, hard and deep until you screamed my name,” he hums in appreciation at my words and it feels amazing. I need to see him, watch him take my cock into his perfect fucking mouth.

  When I open my eyes again to look down at him, something else catches my eye. Someone has managed to sneak up on me for the first time in years. Why am I not surprised that it's my little dark prince? Donovan stands in the doorway of the gym, one hand fisted around the doorframe, the other clutching a rolled-up stack of files. He’s frozen on the spot as he takes in Logan on his knees for me, his head bobbing back and forth frantically as he uses his mouth to disarm me.

  I can't help the full body shudder that escapes when I lock eyes with him. My whole-body tenses with the need to come. Logan must feel me tense, his eyes flick up to mine as I look down at him and then back over to Asher. I feel the moment that Logan spies him in the mirror, he hums around my cock and I moan as the vibrations travel down to the base of my dick. He takes me to the back of his throat and then draws back to the tip, before letting me fall from his mouth and turning to tilt his head at Donovan.

  “Care to join us, Ash? I don’t mind sharing, in fact I am pretty sure I would fucking love it,” he purrs at him but Asher doesn’t so much as fucking flinch, his eyes still locked in on the two of us.

  Logan shrugs, “Suit yourself, I’ll keep him for myself then,” he turns back to me and takes me in his hand and strokes me again while my gaze remains on Donovan. I can’t seem to bring myself to break our stare. Why isn’t he moving? Does he like what he sees? Does he want in? I fucking wish.

  I try not to conjure up images in my head of the three of us writhing naked, but it’s impossible and with another hard stroke of my cock from Logan, I moan.

  “Oh, my baby likes being watched,” he groans as he strokes me, flicking his gaze between me and Asher in the mirror. You have no fucking idea.