Razing Grace [Part 2]

  Soulless cocks his head. “Basement. Move.” Panic rushes up inside of me, and I look to Raze.

  “You motherfucker.” Raze scoffs, shaking his head.

  “Move!” Soulless barks, pointing his gun toward the door that leads down to the basement. I look outside briefly, watching Melissa and Hella messing around in the pool, while Ella sits as far away from Frost as possible, talking with Joker on the edge. Soulless bites out, “I said fucking move. Before I shoot you.”

  Raze growls, his lip curling up in a snarl. “You will regret this.” Then we start walking down to the basement, where two other men are waiting for us with ski masks covering their faces.

  “Fuck,” one of them mutters nervously, glancing between up.

  Yeah, fuck is probably right.

  The other one looks to him, widening his eyes in silence, while Raze takes a seat on his throne.

  “Make this quick,” Raze says, grinning at Soulless. Anyone would think he’s in charge right now, not the man with the gun. “Because these are your final moments.”

  Soulless chuckles, unbuttoning his suit jacket and taking a seat. “Oh, you’re mistaken.”

  Raze’s face morphs into silent anger, his jaw ticking slowly and his eyes not moving from Soulless. He reaches out, his fingers snaking around my thigh before he tugs me down to his lap.

  Soulless looks at me, his eyes dripping with hate. I stiffen at his staring as flashes from the accident come back to me. “Oh my God,” I whisper, looking at Soulless. “It was you who ran into me.”

  His hate still evident on his face, his lip kicks up in a smirk. “Oh, so she gets it?”

  Raze stiffens under me, every muscle in his body stoic. “Thirty seconds,” Raze growls.

  He chuckles again. “Who’s holding the gun, Raze?”

  “Twenty-nine. I don’t need a gun, but you already know that.”

  Soulless laughs heartily. “You wanna know why?” He stands from his chair, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s deliberately staying far away from Raze.

  “Twenty-seven.”

  Soulless ignores Raze’s counting. “She has sidetracked you.” He points the gun at me.

  “Twenty-four.”

  He moves around the table. “All you give a fuck about now is her. What happened to the executioner, Raze?”

  “The executioner is still alive and kicking,” Raze murmurs softly, looking right at him. “But he also has men to do that side of shit for him now.” He pauses, his eyes remaining on Soulless, before whispering, “Twenty-one.”

  Soulless, still ignoring the countdown, laughs again, his head tipping back before looking at me. “She needs to go.” He cocks his head.

  “One.”

  Raze launches off his chair just as the gun goes off and a gust of wind hurls past my mouth. In an instant, Raze has Soulless’ throat in his grip as he seethes.

  “Where’s the bullet?” I scream, panting and getting back to my feet. I look at Raze and see blood coming out of his back. “Oh no.” Raze’s elbow swings back, his fist hitting Soulless’ face with a crunch, knocking him to the floor. He kneels down near him, looking up to the two men he brought with him. “If you want to live to see another day, I would fucking run!” They both look at each other, nod, and then retreat out the side sliding door.

  I run toward Raze, checking his back, and then look at the floor. “Exit,” I mutter. “It came out.”

  Raze gets to his feet, hand still clamped around Soulless’ throat.

  “Should I get one of the boys?” I ask Raze, my eyes staying on Soulless. He killed my baby.

  Raze shakes his head. “Nah, babe. This one is ours.” Understanding sets in. “You think you can handle this?” he asks carefully.

  “He killed Iris,” I whisper, my throat tightening and my hand coming up to soothe it before my shoulders square. My tone drops. “Of course I can.”

  I’m going to get retribution for my girl if it’s the last fucking thing I do. If I die doing it, I’ll die happy. Raze drops Soulless’ body onto one of the chairs, checking him for more weapons before walking to the sliding door and closing it. I lean against the table, crossing my legs in front of me.

  “I don’t even hate you,” I say, anger dripping from my tone. “You don’t deserve hate from me.” Soulless laughs, his shoulders slackening in defeat. I nudge my head. “Who were you working for?”

  “No one,” he growls. “I don’t work for or with anyone, and I don’t fucking answer to no bitch.”

  I can be a bitch, so I don’t take offense to that at all. I’d rather insult him.

  “Then who were those two little Chihuahua’s you brought with you? You know…” I push off the table, going to Raze and slipping my hand beneath his suit jacket, where I know he keeps his military-grade knife. Raze looks down at me, his eyes searching mine. He nods his head and I slide the blade out of its pocket. Spinning around, I look at Soulless, running my finger down the blunt side of the blade. “The ones who,”—I bend down in front of him, placing my hands on each arm rest, caging him in—“ran with their tails between their legs.” Bringing the blade to just under his throat, I grip the material of his collar, slicing the blade downward until his shirt splits from the middle and his torso is on full display for me.

  I tilt my head, studying his stomach. “Do you know what it’s like to feel so much love for someone you haven’t met yet? Someone who is half of you and half of the one person in this world you love more than anything?” My eyes snap to his. “Of course you don’t.” I bring the knife down to his lower abdomen, gliding it to the side of his hip. I peer up at him, his face blank. “You may not be able to understand the emotional side of that pain, but I can make you feel the physical side.” Then I sink the knife into his flesh, his breath catching, trying to keep his screams contained.

  I look up at him again, my eyes boring into his, all emotion gone. Retribution. Slowly, I slice the knife across his lower abdomen. Revenge. His flesh slowly tugs and pulls against the knife until he can no longer contain his agony and a blood-curdling howl breaks out of his mouth. Pain. Once the slit is finished, ending on the other side of his gut, and his blood is seeping all over my hands, I smirk up at him. “You stole my little girl.” Then I look down to his crotch.

  Soulless’ head is hunched over, spit dripping from his mouth, and his eyes are hooded in pain. “Fuck you, bitch.”

  Bringing my elbow back, I launch the knife into his dick and he screams again, his head tossing back. Standing to my feet, I look over my shoulder at Raze, blood all over my hands.

  He steps forward, taking my hand and pulling me into his chest. Gripping his fingers around my chin, he tilts my head up. “Let me finish this.”

  To the sweetest little angel.

  Realizing that not only had Soulless killed our baby and tried to kill me—twice—but he also betrayed Raze, I nod and step aside. Raze drops his hand and smirks at me, his palm dragging down over my breast. “Seeing you with blood on this perfect skin still gets my dick hard.”

  I smirk at him, waving toward Soulless. “Sic ‘em, boy.”

  His lip kicks up in a grin, his eyes darkening as he walks toward Soulless. He kneels down, examining the cut I made over his stomach that looks like a rough C-section cut.

  “My girl is a little unhinged when it comes to the people she loves. It’s one of the many things I love about her.” Raze cocks his head. “She has this perfect blend of crazy and sane.” Raze drops the knife. “Me though?” he starts. “I’m completely fucking insane.” Then he launches his hand into the wound and I flinch. “Baby, close your eyes.”

  “I’m fine.”

  “Close your eyes.”

  That was an order. I shut my eyes, letting the cloak of my lids shut out any visuals. But the sounds? The sounds I will remember forever. A splattering jumble of heavy plops sound out and I cringe, but always my nosy self, I open my eyes when the graphic noises finish.

  “Oh my God!” Looking at the b
loody pool of organs at Soulless’ feet, I hunch over, clutching my stomach. Breath in and out, slow intakes of breath.

  Glancing back up, Soulless is now pale, his eyes peering right at me as his head drops to the side. But that’s not what holds my attention. It’s the pile of human organs lying at his feet that does. It looks like Raze pulled every single organ out of his body.

  Raze stands, stepping on Soulless’ intestines as he walks toward me. “Come here.”

  I throw my arms around his neck, burying my head under his jaw. He pulls back, searching my eyes. “I fucking love you, Millie.”

  “I love you, too,” I answer, looking at his lips. He drops them down onto mine, his tongue diving into my mouth. I take it. Licking my tongue over his and sucking it into my mouth, the taste of metallic revenge tingles the tip of my tongue. He presses into me again, his cock rubbing against my stomach, and he growls as his hands grip around the backs of my thighs, lifting me up and slamming me down on the boardroom table.

  Everything else slowly dies out as he rips my blouse open, the buttons flying across the room. Sitting up on the table, he rests between my legs and I wrap them around his waist, grinding against his cock, needing to feel him inside of me, needing him to fill what feels like an everlasting void. He crawls up my body until I’m lying flat on my back and he’s unbuttoning his pants after unbuckling his belt.

  “Holy fuck!” Miles walks in from the sliding door, and Raze and I both freeze. Miles ignores us and just looks down at the mess on the floor in front of Soulless. “You two having fun without me?”

  Raze and I both burst out laughing. He rolls off me, doing up his belt, and I clutch my blouse, holding it together while propping myself up on my elbows. Miles looks to us, grins, and then leans against the door. “The fucking kink in you two remains unmatched. Can I play?”

  I roll my eyes, jumping off the table.

  Miles steps inside then plops into a chair. “What happened?”

  After Raze and I replay everything back to Miles, slowly watching his anger seep in as each word comes out, he gets to his feet and walks toward Soulless. Unbuckling his belt, he pulls his dick out.

  “Oh my God, Miles!” Please don’t fuck him. Please, please don’t tell me necrophilia is another thing to add to the Miles’ list.

  Then his head rests back as he begins pissing on the organs and then on Soulless’ body. Shaking himself off, he turns back to me and Raze. “It’s done.”

  I look at Raze. “Do we know if he was working with anyone?”

  He shakes his head. “I don’t think he was. It wasn’t Ikea, baby, so calm down. Angel and I already sorted that.”

  I nod, understanding it in some sense, but still not happy about it. I want that bitch’s head on a stick. Just then, Frost, Hella, and the rest of The 6—who I guess should now be The 5—walk in.

  “Holy fuck!” Hella shouts, taking in the mess on the ground and then to my open blouse. “I underestimated your level of fuckery, little sis.”

  Frost grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I didn’t. I always knew she had it in her. But anyway,” he looks down at the mess, “this is the shit I’m into. Why’d you skip out on us?”

  Raze shakes his head. “This was a little too personal.” He grins. “Next time though, I wouldn’t mind doing a hunt with you.” Frost looks at him.

  I swallow. “Y’all are crazy.” Like a pack of lions. Who talks about killing people like it’s a hunt? My guys—that’s who.

  Arms wrap around my waist from behind and Miles throws me over his shoulder, singing Ruelle’s “Monsters”. The same song we played the night he got me drunk for the first time.

  I hit his back, stalling his retreat. “Put me down.”

  He chuckles, placing me back to my feet. “Puddin’.” He takes a bow.

  I giggle, “Sire,” matching his bow. We all walk out the sliding door and make our way to the pool from the backyard. Raze looks over to Rufus and nudges his head over his shoulder. “It’s a messy one. You’ll need the team.”

  Rufus nods. “Done.” I’m so thankful for all Rufus does. I need to talk to Raze about him getting a pay raise, even though I’m sure Raze already pays well. Once we come around to the pool area, my eyes land on Melissa instantly. She’s chatting with Ella, both of their legs dipping into the pool. Standing up, they both walk toward us, noticing our faces and the blood on Raze and me.

  “Do I even want to know?” Ella rolls her eyes casually, but still checks over Raze. “You’re fucking shot!”

  Raze takes her hand away. “I’ll be fucking fine. I’ll call Bella.”

  I reach into my pocket and call her right away, not wanting to take it lightly. Raze is a big man, and as far as I know, he’s had his fair share of bullets in him, but I’m still me, and I need him in one-hundred percent in working order.

  “Bella’s on her way,” I tell him, pushing the phone back into my pocket.

  Frost smirks just as headlights pull up, brightening up the trees in the backyard. “I gotta bounce.”

  I look up to Raze, confused. He nods and then looks to Ella.

  “Where to?” I ask Frost, since no one else seems to be in a hurry to tell me anything. I look down to his cut, where it once said “The Devil’s Own MC Las Vegas, Nevada.” It now reads “The Devil’s Own MC NOMAD.”

  “Oh no.”

  Frost nods. “Oh yes.”

  “What the fuck is going on?” Ella blurts out, her hands on her hips.

  Frost looks to Ella, the first time I’ve ever seen him look at her directly and she straightens. Then he simply winks at her, before walking toward the porch door, through the house, and out the front door.

  Ella stares absently. “Someone wanna tell me what the hell is going on?”

  I look to Raze, and then to Hella, noticing none of them are going to say anything. Rolling my eyes, I say, “Frost is gone, honey.”

  “Gone where?”

  I pause, biting down on my bottom lip. “He’s gone to Ikea.”

  She stares blankly at the front door and then shrugs, wiping any emotion off her face. “Why was that so hard for anyone to tell me?” she scoffs, folding her arms in front of herself. “I’m going to college, and like anything he does concerns me.” She turns around, picking up her towel and walking inside the house then up the stairs.

  Exhaling, I look to Melissa. “You or me?”

  She shakes her head. “You have blood on you. I’ll go.”

  “Speaking of….” Raze says, gripping the backs of my legs and throwing me over his shoulder.

  “This is the second time in fifteen minutes I’ve been cavemanned!” I yell from under his thick muscles, my head swinging as he walks toward the sliding door.

  He laughs, slapping my ass. “Oh, baby, and it won’t be your last.”

  I SMILE, LOOKING OUT TO the live city that’s lit up under the setting sun. Snuggling under Raze’s arm as we sit on the hood of his car, I nuzzle into his warmth and ruffle inside the paper bag, taking out a nugget. As I bite down on it, he smiles at me. “You’re still cute as fuck. You know that, right?”

  I giggle. “You mean to tell me after all this time, after all the deaths, the crazy, the heartbreak, the killing, the drama, you still think I’m cute?” I smile up at him, the wind gushing through my hair.

  He brushes the strands away, running the cushion of his thumb across my bottom lip. “Yeah, babe.” His voice is low and lazy. “You’re mine until forever ends.”

  Tears spring to my eyes. I don’t know if it’s because we’re at our parking spot, eating nuggets and locked in each other’s embrace, but I wish I could bottle up this moment and hold onto it, carry it with me always.

  Leaning up, I press my lips to his. “And when forever ends, I’ll continue to love you.”

  He smiles against my lips just as another car pulls up behind us. Clearing the tears from my eyes, I peek over my shoulder and see Miles jump out of his car, walking toward us with a grin. He stands on the other
side of me, leaning against the hood of the Ferrari, saying nothing but keeping his eyes locked on the bright city lights.

  I take his hand in mine, looking up at him. “No more dying on me, okay?”

  He smiles, glances down at me, and then looks to Raze before coming back to me. “Yeah, puddin’. Okay.”

  I lean my head on Raze’s shoulder. I can see him look to Miles out of the corner of my eye.

  “Oh! Fuck! Sorry.” Miles laughs awkwardly. “I almost forgot why I was here. All”—he flings his fingers around—“caught up in the moment.”

  “Miles,” Raze growls.

  Miles digs into his front pocket, and then tosses Raze a box. “Sorry, bossman. Thought I lost it.” He winks at Raze and then leans back on the hood, crossing his legs in front of himself. Confused, I look back to Raze and he stares down at the box.

  “This was my mom’s. It’s probably the only thing I have left of her,” he says, popping open the box.

  “Holy shit!” I gasp.

  He takes the delicate yet strikingly huge diamond ring out. Taking my hand with his other, he looks up at me. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to marry you, baby.”

  Swallowing, he slides the heavy platinum ring of perfection over my finger. “Just tell me you’ll be mine forever.”

  Tears stream out of my eyes and my jaw drops. “Nothing can change that.” Bringing my hand to his cheek, I run my fingers down his face and over his plump lips. Dropping my mouth to his, I plant little soft kisses on his lips.

  “Imma need one of those too.” Miles grins as he comes up next to me. I laugh, shoving both of them with my shoulders. The two men who turned my life upside down and completely took hold of the reigns, and now I can’t live without them. As I launch into Raze’s arms, he wraps his around my waist. I smile as Breaking Benjamin’s “Ashes of Eden” plays from the stereo, and when he places me back down on my feet, I go up on my tippy toes, planting a kiss on his lips.

  I’m a breath away from him when arms wrap around me from behind and Miles throws me over his shoulder. I laugh as he swings me around, dancing to the music, and then he places me on my feet. Gripping onto his top to stop the spinning, my eyes lock onto Raze, who is still leaning against the hood of the car, grinning at both of us.