Page 78 of Fatal Fantasy

She puts on a tough front, but facing your abuser is emotionally heavy, and as usual, Tyson and I will be right here to put those pieces of her back where they belong.

“He’s right, baby girl. I’m so proud of you,” Tyson chimes in, searching for her gaze in the rearview, something he and I have both become masters at, considering all the time we’ve spent in a car recently.

“That’s a little more hands on than you’re used to … are you alright, Tyson?” She asks, resting a hand on his shoulder, their eyes locking through the mirror as they speak in their own little language.

“I’m fine, Carter. He deserves everything we’re going to do to him,” he says through gritted teeth, a snarl slipping from his chest, something so sinister that I’d recognize it anywhere.

Our little Tyson is coming out to play.

“We?” She perks up, practically bouncing on my thigh, her sheer excitement drawing a certain reaction in my pants, the sound of her deranged laugh always enough to get me hard.

“Revenge is a powerful motivator, my little masterpiece.” I trail the tip of my tongue along the nape of her neck, wrapping an arm around her midsection until her back is flush with my front, feeling her body shiver beneath my touch.

“Business first, Jasper,” she moans, grinding her ass into my crotch, the message she’s sending very clear.

First, we bring devious, delicious, and downright devilish harm to the person who hurt her, and then, the world is ours for the taking.

Everything we’ve done has been for Carter, to help her destroy those who harmed her and whisk her away to a brand new life, giving her the normalcy she’s always craved.

Freedom is on the tip of my tongue, but first, I’ll partake in one last high, my favorite thing to chase, if only to satisfy a craving I’ll live with for the rest of my life.

FORTY-THREE

CARTER

Coming home has brought up a whirlwind of emotions that I’ve spent my entire life learning how to stuff down, to avoid at all costs, but tonight, I’m embracing the one feeling I’ve always welcomed: euphoria.

As I trace my fingers along an array of knives, a certain brand of exhilaration flows through my veins, one that I’m afraid will take a lifetime to match.

A low, garbled groan erupts from the other side of the room, three sets of eyes landing on the poor pathetic fucker strapped to a chair, but my strides are practically skips, and I reach him first.

“Hello, Vincent,” I sing, watching as his eyes flutter open, then shut, his sense of danger severely lacking as he hasn’t quite realized the predicament he’s in.

I’ll gladly wait until his body clues him in, because the moment I catch the fear in his eyes, it’ll be enough to cancel Christmas every year for eternity, becoming the most priceless gift I could ever receive.

When Vincent was abusing me, I was content in just taking it, following orders blindly while secretly plotting my own death, but now that I’ve been freed from his control, I’m ready to spill blood.

Revenge wasn’t a dream I’d conjured or a goal I’d set, but that all changed the moment Tyson found me in that spa, and I’m finally taking back all the power I relinquished, the reminder of my strength flowing back through my veins like a drug I’d been clean and sober from.

Muffled screams reset my focus, my gaze landing on the tied up idiot in the center of the room as he shakes around in a pathetic attempt to free himself, but Tyson’s knots are flawless, and he’s not moving an inch, let alone escaping.

“Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. Not so tough now, are you buddy?” Jasper stalks around his naked body like a shark in water, the allure of a victim offered up on a silver platter bringing out the deranged side of him that I adore.

“Fuck you!” Vincent manages to spit around his gag, but the three of us only laugh in response, our chorus of giggles echoing around the empty warehouse.

Thankfully, my father kept our family business private, and the man who runs this specific warehouse figured my middle-of-the-night arrival was just a normal occurrence, my favorite playground welcoming me back with open arms.

“You know, it took me a while to figure out what to do with you, Vincent. I needed fresh ideas, something crafted just for you, and finally, I think I’ve come up with the perfect evening for us to truly encapsulate what you are,” I say slowly, the inner workings of my mind being revealed to everyone, not just Vincent, as I chose to keep my plans all to myself, saving the grand reveal for this very moment.

Although my boys poked, prodded, and begged for a glimpse into my mind, I wanted their reactions to this evening’s events to be genuine, the girl who loves to put on a show taking center stage.

No matter what I say, Tyson and Jasper will follow along with glee, their hands itching to make Vincent pay, and with what I have in store, we’re all in for the performance of a lifetime.

“First, we need to show you what a real blowjob looks like, don’t we, boys?” I smirk, keeping my attention on Vincent, but feeling the testosterone materialize in the air, the two men behind me always desperate for my lips on their cocks.

“Jesus Christ, Carter,” Jasper breathes, sweeping my curls from my shoulder as he places kisses along my collarbone.

Tyson slips in front of me, commanding my focus with a tilt of my chin, and I immediately catch the lust pooling in his dark brown eyes, a look of animalistic lust painted on his hardened face.