Evil Boys: Chapter 50

That night

I close the buttons on my shirt and pull up my pants, zipping up before I put on my bulletproof vest. Can’t risk getting shot a second time.

When I’m done strapping in, I grab my white mask and march out the door with my bag. The car out front is being loaded up with equipment and stuff, and when I hop down the steps, they all look at me like they’re seeing a walking corpse.

“Hey, guys,” I say, waving as I casually place my gear into the trunk.

Nathan glares at me while clutching the passenger’s seat door. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Coming with you,” I say with a beaming smile.

“I think the fuck not.” He slams the door shut. “You should be upstairs, resting.”

Kai closes the trunk door. “It’s not safe for you.”

“If it’s not safe for me, it’s not safe for you. So why are you going?” I raise a brow.

“Because she needs a kill,” Kai says, pointing at Lana, who sticks her head out the window.

“Are you sure you want to say that out loud?” she asks.

“It’s the middle of the night. No one’s listening,” Kai responds without looking at her.

Nathan’s gaze remains fixated on me, and he doesn’t seem too pleased.

“I don’t like it when you guys go without me,” I say.

“Milo, I don’t want you dying on me again,” Nathan says.

“I’ve got this vest.” I pluck at it to show it to him. “Won’t be dying anytime soon.”

Nathan makes a tsk sound. “That won’t keep the bullets out of your brain.”

“What bullets?” I retort, sporting my nunchucks. “Hit ’em in the head before they even try. Pow.” I flick them around.

Kai snorts. “You’re ridiculous.”

I resort to pouting. “Please.”

Kai rolls his eyes. “Fine.”

“What?” Nathan throws up his hand. “You can’t be serious.”

“Dead serious. He’s not gonna let this slide,” Kai says.

“Nope,” I add.

“It’s late, and we’ve already wasted enough time. Now get in.” Kai beckons me.

“Yes,” I say, and I grab his hand and high-five myself because I’m a hundred percent certain he wouldn’t do it, but I don’t mind. “Thank you!”

I hop into the back seat before Nathan can stop me even though he gets in on the other end of the vehicle. He folds his arms and throws me judgmental glances every once in a while.

“That went well,” Lana says, looking at us through the rearview mirror.

“Yes.”

“No.”

We both say in tandem.

And it makes her snort, hiding her laughter behind her hand.

Kai steps in too and shuts the door. “Let’s go.” He starts the car and races off the campus grounds within no time.

“So where are we going?” I ask casually.

Nathan looks out the window, agitated. “Nowhere.”

“Found an address on the site,” Kai says. “One of our old sock-puppets had bait.”

“One?” Lana parrots. “You mean to tell me you had multiple accounts?”

“You do what you have to if you need the money badly enough,” Nathan says.

“You just have one?” I ask Lana.

She shrugs. “I didn’t think I’d ever need another one. The requests just kept rolling in.”

“This is the place,” Nathan says, pointing at the old apartment building at the end of the street.

My heart rate is already picking up from excitement as Kai parks the car, and we all jump out.

I fish my bag from the trunk, and Lana puts on her mask, which looks awfully familiar. She takes off her coat, revealing the wetsuit underneath, which looks suspiciously like one of mine.

“Wait a damn minute,” I mutter, looking at Kai. “You raided my closet?”

He grins. “Had to give her something to wear while her clothes were wet.”

“You could’ve asked,” I quip.

“How could I when you were roped down in Nathan’s cage?” he retorts, making my cheeks flush with heat and my balls blue with the memory of unspent cum.

“Holy shit,” Lana says, her jaw dropped.

Nathan tips her chin up as he walks past her. “It’s not nice for ladies to stare.”

“Well, excuse me,” she scoffs.

“Granted,” Nathan says, a big old smile on his face when he sees her steam up behind him.

“Let’s go, guys,” Kai says, throwing his bag over his shoulder.

“Ready to murder some bitches,” Nathan says, raking his fingers through his blond hair, and he zips open his bag to take out his bat.

I grin as I follow them all inside. “Oh yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.”

The doors can’t even open fully, and they squeak like hell. Inside, the walls have chips, and the carpet smells like dirt. The whole place seems like it’s falling apart, but we still go up the stairs. The hallway at the top of the stairs is filled with doors.

“Which one is it?” I ask.

“Fifteen,” Nathan replies, swaying a bat in his hand.

“Here,” Kai says, grinning as he knocks on the door. “Ready?”

“More than ever,” Lana muses, fishing out her knives.

The second the dude opens the door, Lana stabs him in the arm and blocks him from closing the door by shoving a foot inside.

“FU—”

Kai shoves him inside, and we all barge in. “Hey, prick. You asked for a hookup? Here we are.”

“What the fuck?” the guy yelps when Lana rips her knife out.

I shut the door behind me.

“You thought I’d be a young girl?” Lana flips her hair over her shoulder. “Do I look convincing enough to play the part?”

In shock, the guy tumbles backward into his own sofa, screaming wildly.

God, I love watching her put up a cold-hearted show and destroying people with just a few words.

Kai snatches one of the towels off the kitchen rack and smothers his mouth. “Don’t want to wake the neighbors now, do we?”

I smile at him like a motherfucker before both Nathan and I knock out his knees in tandem.

CRACK!

The guy screams so harshly into the cloth that his eyeballs almost pop out.

“Pwease, pwease!” the guy begs. “It hurts!”

Lana rips his head up by his hair. “How many other girls did you convince to come here?”

“I don’t know,” he whimpers. “I’ve never—”

Kai shoves a knife underneath his throat. “Don’t. Lie.”

“It’s only been a couple. Five. Maybe six.”

Six girls. All used by this monster.

Kai’s jaw tightens, and he glances at Lana for a second before suddenly pushing the guy back. “We need something better than this.”

Nathan swings his bat over his shoulder. “Wait, are you going to—”

“Backpack.” Kai interrupts.

I hand it over to him, and he fishes out the syringe.

The guy’s eyes widen. “Oh God.”

“This will hurt,” Kai warns, and he shoves the needle into the guy’s neck before he can even so much as blink.

The scream that follows dies out in a few seconds.

“What are you doing?” Lana asks. “I thought we were gonna kill him. Not spare him the pain by knocking him out.”

“Oh no, I’m not going to spare this guy. Not for a single second,” Kai responds as he takes the syringe out, and we all watch this guy’s lights go out. “But this place won’t do for what I have in store for a fucker like him.”

He snaps his fingers at me and Nathan. “Take him downstairs and put him in the trunk. It’s time we had some old-fashioned fun.”

Kai

Fuckers like him don’t deserve to go in the comfort of their own house.

He needs to feel the pain in his fucking soul before I’ll let him go into the nether beyond.

And I know the perfect way.

We haul him into Nathan’s room after driving back with him sleeping off the drugs in the trunk. By the time I’ve snapped my fingers, he’s groggily waking up. Too late.

Nathan and Milo ram one of Nathan’s hooks through his back and hang him from the rod in the back of his room, next to the cage.

The guy wakes screaming in agony, blood dripping down his back, but the sounds are like a song to my soul.

“Wakey, wakey.” Milo pokes him in the belly.

When he doesn’t respond, he whacks him with the nunchucks.

“Fuck! What are you doing to me?”

“Giving you all the pain you deserve and more,” Nathan muses, and he grabs one of the whips off his walls with the metal tips attached. “We told you this was going to hurt …”

Nathan holds the whip out to Lana. “You do the honors.”

She grabs the whip, and the power that takes hold of her when she clutches the leather is magnificent.

She whacks the whip into his belly, and the cries that follow are a perfect melancholy filling the room.

“Milo.” I snap my fingers. “Go wake one of the other Phantoms and tell them to guard the door. No one comes in without my explicit permission.”

Milo nods and heads outside while Lana whips the guy hanging from the hook.

“How much blood will it take to make you regret you ever laid a finger on those girls?” she growls, snapping the whip.

He whimpers. “Please, I didn’t want to hurt them. I just can’t help it.”

WHACK!

She strikes him again, this time in the groin, blood pouring onto the floor.

“Lift him higher,” I growl. “Make him dangle.”

Nathan turns the wheel in the back of the room, causing the hook to embed farther into his back as it hoists him up into the air. He’s hanging by his own flesh now, and the sight of him in pure agony is fucking glorious.

Milo returns, grabbing a chair and casually sitting to watch her from a distance while she goes wild on the guy.

She whips him again from all sides, not stopping until blood rains down on the floor and on top of her. She doesn’t care how much is spoiled or how much she’s covered with, and when she’s done, her breathing comes out in ragged breaths, blood staining her wetsuit.

She drops the whip and fishes out her knife, jabbing it into his thigh.

“Please! Stop!” the guy keeps begging, but she ignores him.

“Holy fuck …” Nathan mutters, admiring her from a distance as she keeps going, boring holes into every inch of his body.

Yet he’s still breathing, still existing in the most painful corner of human existence.

She allows us all to experience the depth of her depravity. Every once in a while, her eyes connect with all three of us as though she’s begging us to see her for what she truly is. A beautiful, frenzied monster of justice and destruction. To look at the darkness sweeping through the room, taking us all over in a storm of retribution.

I’m in awe and enraptured by this homicidal kitty of mine.

She thrusts her knife into his body until nothing remains but holes, blood spraying from all sides, covering her too.

For a second, she glances my way, almost as if she’s wondering when I’ll stop being enamored and start being terrified.

But I will never, ever reach that point.

If this is her worst moment … I want to live inside it with every atom in my body.

“Make it stop, make it stop,” he begs, his voice soft, practically a peep.

He can barely stay conscious.

“Please …”

Lana slowly drags out her knife and holds it out to me.

“Do any of you still want a chance?” she asks.

A smile forms on my face as I take the knife from her and jab it underneath his rib cage. Blood pours from the wound, though not as fast as before, but the droplets still stain my face and chest.

He cries again and vomits all over himself, but then his eyes slowly roll back into his head.

“He’s done for,” Milo mutters.

“Lana?” I offer her the knife back.

Instead, she hands it to Nathan. He stabs him in the legs, but the guy no longer responds to any of the jabs we give him.

“Told you,” Milo adds.

Nathan makes a tsk sound as he pulls out the knife again. “Pathetic fucker.”

He hands it back to Lana and then lowers the guy from the hook. “Lana, do you want to do the honors?”

She frowns at him. “Didn’t you need his money?”

Nathan shakes his head. “Not this time.”

Her lips part, confusion settling on her face. “But why else would you do this?”

I step forward and grip the hand holding the knife. “For you.”

Nathan grabs the guy’s hair, tilting his head back, while I bring her hand along with the knife to his throat. My body presses up against hers, the sheer amount of violence irrevocably chaining my soul to hers.

“Now kill him.”

And as the blade punctures his skin, I plant a kiss onto her bloodied neck, savoring the taste of her savagery, her pulse quickening with every kiss, every stroke of the blade while it cuts through his flesh.

Blood streams out of his neck, spouting onto us, but I don’t give a care in the world as I take her mouth and claim her while she kills him.

Nothing is sweeter than the taste of murder on the lips of the girl I love.

She leans back for a second, blood rolling down her face. “Are you still not scared?”

I let my fingers travel across her bloodied face, appreciating every drop of blood before I tip up her chin to make her look at me. “The only thing I’m frightened of is losing you.”

The knife clatters to the floor, and she kisses me back just as desperately. Her body comes to life in my hands as they snake around her waist and back. I zip down her wetsuit, desperate to touch her naked skin and remind it of its only master.

Me.

I am the only one she bends to.

The only one who can make a girl like her yield.

Other men can only dream of that kind of power.

I slip the wetsuit off her shoulders and down her tits as her hands wrap around my neck and mine cup her tits. With every squeeze, her moans become louder, and my dick twitches with excitement.

As our lips unlatch, I murmur, “Good little kitty. Now purr for me.”

I dip my blood-soaked hand down into the bottom half of the wetsuit, rubbing her pussy until she moans.

“All that violence got you so wet,” I whisper into her ear as I dip a finger inside. “I gave you what you craved so badly, and now I will take what I hunger for.”

She gasps as I dip another finger inside, her wetness mixing with the blood, causing orgasmic looks on her face.

I take a fistful of her hair, force her head back, and lick her neck, suckling off all the blood before I bite down. She whimpers against me, but instead of pushing me away, she fingers my shirt and tugs me closer.

Fuck.

I withdraw my teeth and growl, “Nathan. Grab whatever you need. Now. Before I destroy her right here, right now on this very fucking floor.”

“What?” Her eyes widen. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve had your fun. Now it’s our turn,” I say, smiling against her ear. “And you’re going to be a good fucking kitty and take all of us.”