by Amity Cross
I was gone before she even woke, but this time one thing was different.
I undid her restraints.
It was quiet out tonight.
The darkness seemed to settle quickly now that the nights were getting shorter. It was like the night was trying to make the most of its time before the sun came back and flooded everything with light.
I leaned against the side of a building hidden in the shadows, watching the street opposite. I had nothing to do until I made a decision about Mercy, so to pass the time and to keep up the ruse, I began to investigate one of the other leads.
It was pointless of course. Any idiot could see with a cursory glance that neither the informant nor the money launderer had anything to do with the hit on Sykes, but I had to look busy to appease the eyes that were no doubt on me. I was getting nowhere fast and had to give them something.
Keep her or kill her.
I’d watched the shop front for two hours now. It was a dry cleaners named Speedy’s, which was the most ironic front in all of criminal history. The money launderer that had stolen money from the Necromancers had gotten himself a new identity and a new business helping small time crooks wrought the system. I wondered if the guy realized how dumb as fuck he really was. It had taken me less then three hours to locate his place of operation and a further two of watching the building to peg down his routine.
The fucker deserved to get a bullet. Idiot.
Emotions that I couldn’t get a handle on swelled in my black heart and I pressed my forehead against the brickwork to cool myself down. Fuck. Frustrated, I pounded my head against the wall, pain splintering through my skull. It made me momentarily forget the silent war that was brewing inside and I wondered if that’s what I needed to cope. Physical pain.
Turning back to the street, I rolled my eyes as a group of men came into view. Black leather, nasty looking, no bikes, but I gathered the dirty fuckers were on a stealth mission. It was a posse of Necromancers and right in the middle was Major Fuckface himself, Sykes.
His expression was pure anger and I knew I was in the shit. Fucking good. Maybe he’d beat the crap out of me so I could become numb again.
“Your money launderer has gotten out of prison and has set up shop,” I said absently as they approached.
Sykes glanced across the street at the dry cleaners and snorted. “You don’t say.”
He didn’t sound interested in the least and I couldn’t blame him. I glanced at the four Necromancer thugs he’d brought along for the ride and rolled my eyes. They were fat, old fuckers who were nothing but brawn without the brains to know how to use it. They were there for show, nothing more. The real man I should worry about was Sykes.
“You seriously think it was that stupid kid that tried to kill me?” he asked, stepping into the alley and out of view from the street.
There was no use trying to convince him otherwise, so I said, “No.”
“Then what the fuck are you doing out here?”
“Killing time,” I said with a smirk.
Sykes pushed me back against the wall, an arm over my chest. “This will be your only warning, Blood.”
“Good to know,” I replied blandly.
I could provoke him and let him cause the pain that I needed to forget all about the broken walls inside me. It would be better coming from him than her. Sykes wasn’t the kind of man that would hold back and since he had a point to make, let him fucking make it.
“I don’t answer to you, Sykes. I will deliver your mark in my own time and my own way. You threaten me and I will just take my sweet ass time,” I said, pushing all his buttons at once.
“You’re walking a dangerous path,” he snarled, anger beginning to radiate from him.
I stared him down, unblinking. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Do I need to teach you a lesson in authority?” he asked, flexing his fingers.
“I guess you do.”
He drew back his fist, swinging with all his strength and I didn’t do a fucking thing to get out of the way. Flesh smacked into flesh and stars erupted in my vision as my head snapped to the side. That ought to do it.
“C’mon Sykes,” I said with a sneer, shaking my head. “Is that all you’ve got? You haven’t even drawn blood.”
“Smart mouthed cunt,” he roared, letting anger rule his actions.
He fisted a hand into the front of my T-shirt and punched again, this time pounding into my nose. Warmth began trickling down my skin and I started laughing. Fuck, I couldn’t feel anything at all…this was exactly what I wanted.
Sykes just stared at me like I was losing my mind and shoved me into the middle of the alley. The Necromancer thugs formed a circle around us, readying themselves to jump on command, but their master held up his hand to stop them.
“This one’s mine boys,” he said with a smirk. “Stand down.”
“Yeah, boys,” I said, wiping my nose on the back of my hand. “Heel like the fucking dogs you are.”
Sykes lunged with a roar, sinking a punch into my stomach that made me double over. He punched again, this time right into my diaphragm, driving the air from my lungs. My natural reflexes kicked in and I wheezed for air, but still didn’t make a move to scramble out of the way.
“Fight back, Blood,” Sykes yelled, shoving me into one of his thugs. I was pushed back into the center of the alley and into Sykes’ waiting fist.
It would be sweet fucking justice if I could get in at least one punch for Mercy, but that wouldn’t solve anything. I was already forgetting why I was trying to keep her in the first place, which was the whole point of letting the man that I loathed beat me into a pulp.
Blood streamed out of my nose, dripping off my chin and staining the front of my T-shirt, but it wasn’t enough. I strode forward and shoved Sykes backwards and when he came back at me, I let him push me to the ground.
Sykes didn’t let up his assault as he got his anger out. I gasped as a boot sunk into my stomach and embraced the pain as it burned through my body. I fought my natural instinct to curl into myself and let him beat me as much as he wanted. I forgot my heart and the feelings that had welled to the surface while I was with her.
Tenderness. I forgot what that word even meant. I wanted to go back and embrace the monster I was conditioned to be. That was the easy way out and I was stupid enough to want to take it no matter the cost.
“I.” Kick. “Always.” Punch. “Get.” Punch. “What.” Kick. “I.” Kick. “Want.”
Sykes hauled me to my feet, pain erupting through my ribs, and drew his fist back one more time. The sound of flesh and bone slamming into flesh echoed down the alley as his fist smashed into my eye.
I slid down the wall, laughter bubbling in my chest. I tasted my own blood on my tongue and thought of Mercy.
“You’ve got forty-eight hours, Blood. If I don’t have what I want by then, you’ll go swimming with the fishes in the river, got it?”
I wiped my nose with the back of my hand smearing blood across my skin. “Your wish is my command, master.”
With a snarl, Sykes fisted a hand into the front of my T-shirt and pulled me away from the wall. A moment later, his fist smacked into my cheekbone sending me back into the brickwork.
“I will enjoy putting a bullet into your smart mouth, Blood,” he said before spitting a mouthful of saliva at me. “I will enjoy watching your pretty boy head explode.”
I laughed at the irony as they retreated into the darkness, the pain from my beating blooming across my skin and settling deep into my bones. He sure did like shooting people in the head. It must be his sick fetish.
Sykes thought he’d won this round, but little did he know I had the one thing he desired above all else and he didn’t even know her name.
Mercy Reid.
She was the key to everything.
Twenty-Six
Mercy
Staring up at the ceiling of X’s bedroom, I couldn’t believe that I was free.
He’d fingered me right to the edge of a shattering orgasm before tying me to his bed and I’d been so worked up, I would’ve done anything for him to sate the need that had swollen between my legs. He’d denied me the one weapon I had against his conditioning, which meant he was onto me.
Then we’d talked…we’d actually fucking talked. He showed me a tiny piece of him and it was a treasure I would hold onto forever.
But the most important fact was, he’d untied me while I slept.
Fuck I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me so bad. Was that so wrong? Considering the things he’d done to me, maybe it was, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My life had changed irreversibly the night I walked into my childhood home and found my family dead on the plush cream carpet. There was no going back. Not now and not ever.
Padding out into the lounge room, I picked up the T-shirt I’d dropped on the floor hours before and pulled it over my head. The room was warm, the radiator having kicked in some time ago. I switched on a lamp and sat on the sofa, curling my legs underneath me and stared up at the wall. It was still plastered with my story, my reason for revenge, and I studied it as I waited for X to come back.
I had no control over where he went or what he did, I was willingly at his mercy, so I let my mind play over the night that I went to Sykes’ home and tried to kill him.
It was that night that had taught me that I wasn’t a cold-blooded killer, not yet. For six months I’d played that night over and over in my mind until I knew it back to front. I’d had a foolproof plan to get in and get out. I’d planned Sykes’ murder right down to the last detail. Once he was dead, his body wouldn’t be found until I was far away and someone else.
Alison Crawford entered that house and Mercy Reid was meant to leave.
He’d woken when he was meant to stay asleep. If I didn’t hesitate, then he wouldn’t have seen me and tried to defend himself in the first place. I’d choked because I was still a human being who was afraid of taking another life. What I had to do next was simple. I had to overcome the fear and guilt of committing murder, but the secret to that sordid little nugget was still lost to me.
There was one person who knew. X. He knew and he could teach me.
It was a lot more than wanting him to do something for me. I wanted to help X find his own path to revenge and salvation. I wanted his heart to beat again and I’d carve my own out of my chest and hand it to him if that’s what it took. X and I belonged together.
There was movement outside in the hall and I stiffened as the deadlock clicked and the door opened. X shuffled into the apartment, dumping his keys on the floor and slamming the door closed behind him. Blood was smeared all over his face, his eyebrow was split and his nose had gushed red all down his front...
“X?” I asked, fixed to the spot, my heart jackhammering in my chest. “What happened?”
He ignored me, throwing his leather jacket over the back of the sofa. He didn’t even glance at me as he strode down the hall and I began to panic. What had happened to him? Had all of this suffering been for nothing? Had he reverted?
I could choke again and hide in the lounge as he hurt, or I could do the thing I was meant to do all along. Have the fucking balls to do what needed to be done. So I followed him into the hall, my bare feet silent on the carpet.
“X,” I cried at his back, desperate for his acknowledgement. “Answer me!”
He turned sharply and grabbed me around the neck, slamming me back into the wall.
“Do I have to tie you up again?” he snarled, eyes flashing with anger.
His touch made my bruised skin flare and I winced. “Let me help you. Let me-”
He leaned close, his breath hot against my face. “I don’t need your help.”
I pushed against him, clawing at his hand around my neck. It was the same old argument. “Then tie me up,” I pleaded. “Tie me up and hurt me. Fuck me, bite me, take my blood… Let me help you.”
“You would let me cut you?” he asked, his grip slackening. “You would willingly offer your life to a monster? Still? I was fine before you came along.”
“I’m on your side,” I whispered. “How many times do I have to say it?”
“I don’t believe you.”
How could he? He didn’t seem to believe in much these days. He had no reason to trust anybody considering his lot in life.
“Let me show you.”
His gaze searched mine for a moment, my heart breaking at the sight of the blood smeared over his face and chest. He snarled and let his hand drop from around my neck and turned, shoving open the door to the bathroom.
I sucked in a few lungfuls of air, the bruised skin aching from his constant touch. Water started flowing in the shower and I padded down the hall, lingering in the doorway. X had stripped, flinging his bloodstained clothes on the floor. He stood in the shower, naked as the day he was born.
The bathroom was rapidly filling with steam as water pounded in the shower and I stepped into the room boldly. No weakness, no fear and strength, Mercy.
X turned sharply at my entrance, water cascading over his head, and my nipples began to tighten at the sight of his naked body. He was really something to look at and covered in blood…that was a sight that awoke a desire too dark to understand.
I dragged the T-shirt he’d dressed me in over my head and it dropped to the floor, his gaze settling on my breasts where his teeth marks were still visible against my pale skin. Trying to keep the fear from reaching my eyes, I stepped into the shower, warm water trickling over my body, soothing the ache in my flesh.
“Get out,” he snapped, grabbing my wrists and twisting.
Pain burned through my raw skin, but I pressed my body against his defiantly. “No.”
He pressed my back against the tiles, flexing his cock against my stomach. “I want to kill you,” he murmured. “I need to kill you.”
“Then why haven’t you?” I asked, terror and lust thumping in my heart all at the same time. I pulled my hands away and trailed them over his abs. My fingers found his cock and began stroking.
X’s eyes rolled back slightly and he lowered his lips toward mine, before covering my mouth with his. I sucked on his bottom lip, my fingers leaving his cock and burying into his wet hair, holding him to me. I kissed him softly at first and as he began to respond, I increased the pressure, teasing his skin with the tip of my tongue. He moaned softly, brushing his fingertips across my hips, his cock starting to harden even more against my thigh.
That’s it, I thought as I began to roll my hips against his erection. Give into it.
Strong arms wound around my waist, holding my body against his as he plunged his tongue into my mouth, killing me with a passion that I hadn’t felt from him before. Wherever he’d been and whatever had happened to him, X was trying to fight the changes that were assailing him from every front.
Who’d beaten him? Why? It was clear that he’d let them, because I knew enough about him to know that he would never let anyone lay a finger on him. He was using the pain to escape his emotions, using it to numb himself to them. Well then, I just had to bring him back again and again until he didn’t want to escape anymore.
I tasted his blood as the water from the shower pulsed over us, washing it from his skin. He never once pulled back from the sting in his cut eyebrow as he pinned my body against the tiled wall, kissing my mouth and rubbing his cock against me. I ran my hands down his back and cupped his ass, digging my fingers into his flesh. He moaned deeply into me in response, his hands grasping desperately at my hips.
Then I was in his arms, winding my legs around his waist, latching onto him as the head of his cock rubbed against the length of my pussy. I needed it in me. I needed him to deliver me right to the edge and into the abyss. I needed to come and X was the only man who would do.
I clawed at him, writhing between him and the wall, trying to force myself down and onto his erection, but it seemed he wanted the same thing.
X thrust without warn
ing, striking deep and I cried out, my fingers digging into his back. His cock slid in and out, his pelvis massaging my clit at the perfect angle and I tightened my legs around his waist. He filled me again and again, his lips against the skin of my neck, licking, sucking…biting.
I rolled my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. My skin began to burn against his as my orgasm swelled to the surface. I clawed at his face, trying to pull his lips to mine desperate for something to connect with. X was too strong for me, even in his beat up and exhausted state and he resisted my touch.
Denied the one thing I wanted, I latched my mouth onto his shoulder and sunk my teeth into his flesh. The contact seemed to give him a burst of energy and he slammed his cock into me, letting his teeth dig into my shoulder. We’d have matching marks after this was all done. Beautiful, intimate, pain.
With a cry, I raked my fingernails down his back, across his scars, marking him in my ecstasy. He fucked me hard, pushing my orgasm to breaking point and I was lost to it. I was obliterated under his assault as he began to pulse inside me, letting out his pleasure and pain inside my pussy. This guttural, almost animalistic grunt, escaped his lips as he thrust one last time and held, coming deep inside of me.
Fucking hell.
He held me up against the tiled wall of the shower for what felt like an age, his cock still inside me, as we both gasped for air. We were frozen in the aftermath of another epic fuck and this time it was almost on equal ground. It was him and me. Almost…
X pulled his softening cock out of me and I slid carefully down the tiles and onto my feet, my knees feeling unsteady. I was beaten in all senses of the word, but I still had to keep fighting.
“Mercy,” X said through a heavy breath.
“I’m here, X,” I replied, clinging to him as he slid down the tiled wall and onto the floor of the shower.
I climbed into his lap and buried my face into the crook of his neck as warm water pounded down on us. He was emotionally exhausted, utterly beaten and his arms wound around my back, encasing my body against his.