by Ker Dukey
My cock jolts as I wonder if she’s imagining a similar scenario.
Her tense body relaxes and she nods. “Okay.”
I help her to her feet, then hoist Benjamin over my shoulder. Our beautiful bloody doll leads the way out of the building, the roller skate still clutched in her hand as though she may need to use it again. Before we step outside, I grab her wrist and force her to shake the skate from her grip. It falls into an empty box. I’ll send men to burn this shit to the ground, including the murder weapon.
“Pull Dillon out,” I instruct when we near the vehicle outside.
She opens the car door and begins dragging Dillon’s still knocked-out ass onto the pavement. Her chest rises and falls with the effort, gasps escaping her as she struggles. He eventually drops to the asphalt, and she beams up at me.
I should kill him, but sirens blare in the distance, which means we need to go.
His family for mine. Surely he won’t forget my threat.
She climbs into the backseat and motions to her lap. “Here, let me hold him.” Her eyes are filled with love and strength, even if she does look like something out of a nightmare with bits of flesh and blood coating her pretty porcelain face. Leaning in, I deposit him into the backseat, and she pulls his head onto her thighs, stroking her sticky fingers through his hair as she mumbles a song.
Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick.
So she phoned for the doctor to be quick, quick, quick.
The doctor came with his bag and his hat,
And he knocked at the door with a rat-a-tat-tat.
He looked at the dolly and he shook his head,
And he said, “Miss Polly, put her straight to bed!”
He wrote on a paper for a pill, pill, pill,
“I’ll be back in the morning, yes I will, will, will.”
What a beautiful sight, my monster and his doll, reunited. They’re mine and I am theirs. Stalking over to the open door of the roller rink, I pull a lighter from my pocket and hold it to one of the dusty boxes just inside the door. There’s no time to call for my men to clean up the scene. This’ll have to do.
The flames pouring from the doorway are a beautiful sight as I stare at them in my rearview mirror.
Time to take my family home.
Benny
She’s on top of me, her disgusting cunt taking what doesn’t belong to her. My skin burns and screams in protest of movement, but I need to get her off me.
Kill her.
End this.
Rage courses through me, giving me strength. Bolting up with a roar, the room spins and seems to expand.
She’s not on top of me. I’m not in that place. My precious Bethany’s face replaces Jess’s.
“Oh, you’re awake,” she cries out. “Viktor come quick.”
My head swims and I want to hold her, to pull her against me, but she’s staying back. Why?
Viktor appears next to her and he sighs. “It’s a relief to see those mean brown eyes, Monster.” He smiles, taking Bethany’s hand in his and squeezing. I don’t miss the way she beams up at him like he’s the fucking king of her world. He has that effect on people. And normally, I might rage over such a sight. But seeing the two of them—two people I’m utterly obsessed with—clinging together as they worry over me, I’ve never been happier.
“Come here,” I order to Bethany.
She meekly drops her eyes from Viktor’s and crawls over the bed, coming to rest next to me.
“You’re badly hurt, but you will heal with rest,” Viktor informs me, his eyes flittering between Bethany and me. He saved me. I knew he would. I reach forward and take his hand, pulling him to sit. Clutching them both, I breathe easier, relief washing through me.
We’re okay.
We’re okay.
We’re okay.
“And Jessica?” I ask.
Viktor grins wickedly and glances over at Bethany. “She met her end by the hand of your beautiful doll.” His amber eyes glimmer with pride, or is it something more? Lust and desire, perhaps. A bittersweet taste fills my mouth. The thought of the two of them naked, at my mercy, has my cock aching with need. “It was poetic and mesmerizing to witness,” he says, his voice reverent.
I’m glad Jess is dead. Although, it would have been nice to partake in her suffering. My doll took a life, and I wasn’t even conscious to witness it.
Viktor speaks as if he can read the thoughts in my mind. “I will describe it for you later, Monster. Every bloody detail.” My heart hammers in my chest. I look forward to hearing that one over again.
“How long have I been out?” I ask, noticing all the bandages covering me and the ones on Bethany’s chest.
“Just one day, but your ankle is badly sprained and you lost a lot of blood. You need rest,” Viktor says, almost as though he’s trying to placate me.
“Show me your wounds,” I demand of Bethany.
She gets to her knees and drops the shoulder of her dress down her arms. It pools around her waist and her tits sit there in all their perfect glory. I wait for the urge to cover her and demand Viktor leaves to come over me, but it doesn’t. My heart thunders like a hurricane touching down inside my veins.
The idea of him watching her, but not being able to touch her—to know she’s within reaching distance but he must remain where he is and just watch as I admire my doll—is a turn on. I want to squeeze her tits while he strokes my cock. Thoughts of Jess touching me the way she did invades the pleasure, and I turn my eyes from Bethany’s tits to Viktor’s eyes. His gaze is solely on me, fires of need raging in his eyes.
“I had the doctor take blood and swabs,” he says, his voice calm. “All my staff had medical evaluations every three months, as you know. I can’t risk anything spreading in the club. Hers were clean, and I doubt anything has changed since her last test.”
I don’t know why I’m even thinking of this shit. I’ve shared fluids with plenty of people and played in their blood. It’s never even been a blip in my mind until…
“It’s because you have reason to care now,” he answers the question I was asking myself, once again, being more inside my head than I am.
Exhaustion washes over me and my eyelids flutter like lead is being poured over the lashes, dragging them down.
“It’s okay. Sleep now. Rest.” His words take me under, and I feel the weight of both him and Bethany lift from the bed.
Dillon
WAKING UP ON THE CONCRETE outside the partially burned down roller rink with a rookie uniform smartass asking me why I was napping on the job is going on the list of reasons I want to fucking put Harris away for the rest of his miserable life. Going inside to see the mess he left beyond the fire he tried to start to get rid of the evidence is also going on the list of fuck yous that motherfucker will be receiving from me when I get back the fingerprints on the murder weapon.
A roller skate.
I thought I’d seen it all with Benny, but no, this new fucker is just as fucked up, if not more so. At least Benny wears his crazy on the outside. Harris wears a cool, untouchable demeanor, but I’m close, and I will take him down.
Jacob found out everything I already knew. Cassian Harris is an alias-forged citizenship. In fact, he forged fucking everything. He does not exist, and the minimum I can get him on now is fraud. If he has Benny back with him, I’ll get him too, and put them both where they belong. Then, I can get Elizabeth the help she needs.
“Reeves,” I call over.
“Yes, sir?”
“Get this warrant down to Judge Morgan and call me as soon as it’s done.”
“Yes, sir.”
All that is left to do now is find out who the fuck Harris really is. A lot of work went into making him someone new. Russian Viktor is all I’ve got.
Swiping the box of donuts from Reeves’s desk, I make my way back to the hospital.
Jade is up on her feet when I arrive, and it warms my soul to see her doing so well. Her bleeding on the precinct flo
or was scary as fuck and shaved years from my life.
“Where are Marcus and Elise?” I blurt out, anger flitting through me when I realize they aren’t here keeping watch over her.
“Hello to you too,” she quips, placing the jug of water she was pouring into a cup down and coming around the bed to curl herself into my arms.
I kiss her beautiful mouth.
“Mmmm, you brought goodies?” She takes the box of donuts, then pouts when she opens it to find only a couple of jam-filled ones left.
“Baby,” I growl in irritation. “Seriously, where are Marcus and Elise? I told them not to leave the hospital.”
She inspects my appearance and sniffs me. “Elise wanted to change clothes and grab a quick shower, so she went to get them both some fresh items. When was the last time you showered?”
“And Marcus?” I demand, ignoring her question. I’m already dialing Elise’s number. A ringing sounds out into the room, and Elise’s cell phone lights up from the sofa.
Fuck.
“Marcus got a call and left,” she says, frowning. “He said he would be right back. Is everything okay?”
“How long ago?” I demand.
She places a hand over her heart, her face paling. “What the hell is going on, Dillon?”
My cell phone lights up, and I recognize it as the number Harris called me from yesterday. “I have to take this. I don’t want you leaving this room, Jade. Promise me, no matter what.”
Mason begins fussing from the crib in the room. My heart aches to pull him into my arms and soothe him. Unfortunately, I have bigger shit to deal with.
“You’re scaring me,” she says as she plucks him from the bed and snuggles him against her chest.
“I know. I’m sorry, baby,” I reply softly, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, then to my son’s dark head. “Promise me?”
She swallows and nods. “I promise.”
Bolting from the room, I answer with a snarl. “You motherfucker. Your time is numbered, Harris, or whatever the fuck your name is. Murder, you can’t get out of that one.”
His loud chuckle sends chills up my spine. That son of a bitch is scary because of his insanity.
“I have the murder weapon,” I snap. “You fucked up when you left it there, probably in a hurry to get Benny out of there.”
He makes a sound of disproval. “I think guessing is where you so often go wrong, Detective, and I use that term loosely when referring to you. It’s not my fingerprints you’ll get back from the roller skate.”
What?
Benny?
“So, another body to add to Benny’s tally. Well, I’ll be taking you both in, so be fucking ready.”
He chuckles once more. “I’m always ready, and Benny wasn’t in any state to leave his prints on the murder weapon, let alone use it.” His tone is dark and deadly.
I eventually make it to the parking lot outside the hospital, my frustration reaching an all-time high. “Stop playing games. It has to be one of you.”
“You’re right there, Detective. You get the best answer by process of elimination. What do they teach you fuckwits at police school anyway?”
My mind races. “There was only you, me, and Elizabeth…”
“Ding. Ding. Ding,” he mocks. “We have ourselves a winner.”
No.
“You’re lying. She couldn’t.” I saw the body. Face bashed in. Bones crushed. It was barely recognizable. Elizabeth doesn’t possess that strength. Or that level of madness.
“Oh, but she could, and she did. It was perfection, Dillon. You should have seen her eyes ignite and the pure elation on her face as she smashed and smashed that cunt. The monster within her was christened with her first taste of blood.”
Jesus Christ!
I want to throw my phone and let it shatter into a million pieces. I lost her. She’s gone. She’s one of them.
“I’m going to end you,” I threaten, my voice barely a whisper.
“Well, until then,” he says, “I’m going to be needing your help.”
A laugh bellows from my chest. This fool is crazier than I thought if he thinks I’m going to do anything for him.
“I have someone on my payroll who can visit your wifey, Dillon. Someone who can inject her with medicine that, instead of heals, kills.”
“Threaten her all you like, motherfucker, but no one is getting to her.”
“Marcus is a great runner up. How close are you two? As close as Benjamin and me? Like brothers?”
My stomach bottoms out.
“You’re lying,” I growl.
“What do you want me to do to prove you’re wrong? How about I give him matching bullet wounds?”
“Don’t do it, Dillon,” Marcus shouts in the background. My head is about to explode into flames. Harris has him. He has my fucking partner.
This has to end.
“What do you want?”
“I want you to meet me. There’s an alleyway left of the Union Bank, ten minutes from the hospital. Meet me there. Ten minutes is all you get. You fuck me trying to bring backup, I’ll bleed Marcus out and make your family my sole mission in life.”
He hangs up, and I stew as I jog the half mile to the location near the hospital. I’m panting and out of fucking breath when I round the corner, but draw my Glock, ready to shoot the fuck out of him if necessary.
Elizabeth stands beside Harris, her arms casually hugging his middle, as if he’s her favorite damn person in the world. She’s tiny and fragile looking compared to the monster in a three-piece suit.
“Where the fuck is he?” I demand.
“He’s safe with Benjamin.”
You got to be fucking kidding me.
It means he’s close, though. In the time it took me to run over here, he and Elizabeth drove from wherever they left Marcus with Benny. Hope is not lost.
“You have my word he will be released,” he replies, his jaw clenching. “As soon as I have Kami.”
Kami again.
I can’t give her to him.
“I’m going in there to get her with or without your help,” he snaps, his mask of coolness gone as rage takes over. “Without it, a lot of people die, including your wife and baby.”
I’m wondering how quickly I can pull off a shot and kill this motherfucker. “Why is Kami so important to you?” I demand, hoping to distract him from thoughts of murdering my family.
Elizabeth looks up at him at my question, her cheeks turning pink.
“Are you going to help or not?” he seethes, ignoring me altogether.
“Fine.”
He motions for me to hand over my gun. I slap it in his hand, and he winks. “In you go, sweetheart.” Then, he makes a loud sniffing sound. “They call them baths, Detective. You should consider taking one.”
How the fuck I keep ending up in the back of his car is infuriating, and Marcus getting himself caught is going to get him an ass beating by me once I get him back.
“Marcus was easy to lure,” Harris croons, as if he’s inside my motherfucking head. “He has quite a thing for Elise. She does nothing for me. I don’t see the appeal.”
“Because you prefer your partners a little more insane,” I growl.
“No, Detective, a little more free.” He stares over at Elizabeth, and she bites her lip.
I fucking hate this guy.
He slams the butt of my gun across my skull, and I’m forced into a much-needed nap.
Viktor
IT WAS SUCH A RELIEF to see those dark eyes of my monster staring into my soul. All the words he wanted to say were conveyed right there for me to read in his touch and gaze.
He realizes now what we are together.
I need to get Kami back and stem the bleeding of my entire world. If Dillon finds out who I am and any of this gets back to my father, he will also feel the need to do some damage control. I absolutely do not want my father cleaning up another one of my life’s messes.
My mind flits to my doll, then my mons
ter.
They’re both perfect in every sense.
I can’t live without them, and I refuse to. I was condemned and sent away when my father learned who I was. He stripped me of my name and told me the world—his world—would believe I died in The V Games. That Niko’s death would become my own. That it happened so close to the exit, it wasn’t seen by the spectators.
Vlad insisted, though, that I was sent to America, like I always dreamed of, and wired money to me to get myself up and running. He told me to build my own empire and show our father he made a mistake. That when my kingdom was big enough, Father would call upon me to rejoin our family.
I miss my family, but I have a new one now, and they are what I need.
As we drive with our prisoner in tow, I think back to earlier when I’d received a text.
Luke: The monitor you had me install at the Stanton house when I grabbed clothes just lit up. Elise is home.
I’d had him get me Marcus James’s cell number. The cop was easy to lure, and his mouth opened and rattled out everything I wanted to know. He really loves Elise and doesn’t have a clue that I didn’t really take her or that she left her house and I allowed her to do so. The threat of me having her was enough to have him come running.
Elizabeth squeezes my hand across the console of the vehicle. I pull it into my lap against my cock that hasn’t seemed to settle now that I have both her and Benjamin back. A soft gasp escapes her, but she doesn’t pull away. My mind drifts to earlier before we came for Dillon.
“So, my mother is taking care of Kami and Jade,” Elizabeth breathes.
“Why are you here with him?” Marcus spits out. “We’ve been going crazy looking for you. Elise is out of her mind with worry.”
Elizabeth rolls her eyes at Marcus’s outrage. “My dear sister only cares about herself, trust me. You will find that out the hard way. We all do.”
“You’re fucking crazy, just like your daddy,” he barks out.
I slap a strip of tape over his mouth to shut him up.
“You’re nothing like him,” I assure her, cupping her chin in my hands and offering a chaste kiss to her lips. “You’re like Monster.” I gesture to his sleeping form, a beast at peace. “Perfect in every way.”