“Stand up.” He does as he’s told, it’s not until I move to his khakis that he starts to fight, I nod at Demon. He moves in, grabbing the fucker’s arms and another one of our guys grabbing his ankles to hold him in place. I move in to cut his pants the rest of the way off.
“I’m gonna cut your fuckin’ dick off for those girls. I’m gonna leave my motherfuckin’ mark on your body so that when your little friends find you, they will know who did this. They will regret every comin’ in contact with you,” I growl as I move to grab his boxers.
“Don’t do this! I can pay you! I assure you I can!”
Ignoring his pleas, I grab his boxers, cut them free, and gaze down at his cock. “That’s not very impressive, Chastain. I would have thought better of you,” I chuckle.
Pulling another cigarette from the pack, I light it up, bringing the blazing tip to his balls. He screams and it’s like fucking heaven to my sick ears. The smell of burnt flesh burns my nose, but I love it. Sticking the cigarette back between my lips, I grab his cock in my hand.
“This is for my best friend,” I tell him, slicing through it with ease. His scream is like a song from the devil. I relish that sound. The guys release him when he passes out and I hold his bloody cock in my hand.
“The fuck you gonna do with that?” Demon asks nodding toward it.
“Souvenir?” I ask with a smirk.
“Fuckin’ sick, brother. Shove it up his ass,” he suggests.
“Nah, he’d like that too much.” I lean down, prying the fuckers mouth open, shoving his cock deep down his throat. Blood leaks down the sides, coating his mouth and damn does that do something to me.
“You good?” Demon asks as I move back and look at the bastard on the ground.
“Not yet,” I inform him holding my knife in both hands as I straddle the piece of shit. I raise the knife and bring it down quickly, plunging it into his chest as I scream out loud. Pulling the blade free, I stand back up and take a long look at him. Blowing smoke through my nose, I turn to Demon.
“I’m good now.”
Epilogue
I scratch at the stubble on my chin as I twirl the knife in my hand. Only the tip is stuck into my thigh just enough to break the skin, blood oozing from the wound. Crimson drips into the bathtub, slowly running down the drain. Everything that’s happened up until now weighs heavily on my mind. Did I end it right? Did I make him suffer enough? The answer is always no. I did put in some calls to the other Royal Bastards chapters and let them know what’s going on. Some already knew about it and are dealing with it in their areas where others didn’t. They sure as hell are looking into it now.
“Can I come in?” she asks softly.
Looking up at Evie, naked as always, I nod my head. She climbs into the bathtub but keeps her distance. I look back down at my naked thigh, the metallic sweetness dripping around the blade.
“I wasn’t sure I’d feel any different after I got justice for her,” I say never looking up.
“And do you feel different?”
“Somethin’ does. I don’t know what yet. My head isn’t as dark but it’s still grey. Over three hundred thousand people under eighteen are trafficked a year in the US. That’s only the fuckin’ US, Evie.”
“That’s a lot. It’s sad to know that they are out there. That people can be taken and hurt so easily.”
“I feel like there’s more I need to do, you know? Like that wasn’t enough.” I shake my head blowing out a breath.
“You did good, Drake. You can’t take on the world but you can do what you’ve been doing. It may not seem like it but you are making a difference. You saved who the hell knows how many people from Chastain,” she says reaching out and running her fingers down my leg. I look up and lock eyes with her, wondering why the fuck she’s still here. What she really sees in me.
“I hurt you,” I say softly.
“Not the way you think you did.”
“Do you really think this is a good idea?” I ask her once more. I’m not so sure but every time Evie reassures me that this is the right thing and we can handle it, I find myself wanting to agree.
“Yes. We can do this. I promise if things go too far, I will walk, Drake.” The pleading in her voice tugs at my soul. I know how much she wants this and somewhere deep inside I think I want it too.
“Turn around,” I tell her huskily. Evie stands and turns before sitting back down in front of me. I pull the knife from my thigh and toss it out of tub before wrapping my arms around her and pulling her back between my legs.
“My dark angel,” I whisper in her ear before kissing her neck. Her body shudders as my hands moves over her tits. Pulling her nipples roughly, she arches into me, gasping for air. That is until I run my hands farther down. Her stomach is rounder now, full of what we made. My hands rest there, feeling the little kicks and flutters and it makes me wonder. Am I really such a bad person? Am I really so fucking lost I can’t find a way back? Maybe this baby growing inside of her is my last chance. Maybe the universe decided to give me a second chance with Evie and this baby.
“It’s a girl,” she whispers and I gasp this time.
“The baby is a girl?” I ask, not sure that I heard her right.
“What was her name?”
“Whose name?”
“Your friend.”
“Tara,” I whisper her name as if it’s a secret never to be heard. Evie grabs my hands in hers, holding them over her stomach.
“Then we name her Tara.”
I don’t speak after that. I’m not sure what to say. We sit in the tub for a long time while I let my demon’s fight amongst themselves. Everything is in the world is right, yet I feel like something is wrong.
“Everything is perfect,” Evie whispers when I realize I said it out loud. “Everything is perfect.”
The end