Damaged Goods

My clothes were covered in blood, so instead of the hamper, I peeled them off and dropped them straight into the trash, glad I hadn’t worn my best suit today. Stepping into one of the three shower stalls, I turned the water as hot as it could go. Warm, fresh blood? Intoxicating. The tackiness of it after it dried? Eh, unless it was painting the body of the whimpering woman beneath me, I could go without it. Don’t knock it until you try it. There was something about seeing it flow that was mesmerizing. My cock twitched at the sight of it cascading over my skin before it washed down the drain, wishing I had a wet pussy to fuck right now, both of us covered in the blood of my enemies as she followed my every command.

“Stop jacking off. I promise you’ll thank me later.” Killian’s shout preceded his entrance into the locker room, a shit eating grin on his face when he appeared. I was too curious to know what had him this giddy, so I washed as quickly as possible and stepped out, glaring at full force. He laughed, knowing what I was getting at but not giving in that easily.

“Is that a bruise on your jaw? No wonder you’re so fucking happy,” Ky joked, shaking his head at our masochistic brother.

“You have no fucking idea, Ky,” he said, not even flinching at the jab. “Now get some clothes on! We have ten minutes to pick her up.”

“Who?” we both asked at once, but he just held up his middle finger and walked out of the door.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate him sometimes?” I grumbled, walking into the next room, a massive shared closet. “The club, right?”

“Yes,” Ky confirmed, walking in after me and heading for his section. Glancing at my options, I settled on a form-fitting suit with a white button-up underneath, draping the jacket over my arm.

As the default future head of the family, I preferred to keep up appearances. Neither of my brothers had wanted to take the role, so it fell to me. Killian might have been candid around me here, when it was just us and especially to show off when he got good pussy, but outside of our home, both Killian and Kyrell deferred to me. In public, my word was law, and they respected that, which was the only way this could work.

“Let’s go,” I ordered, turning and walking out, Ky following behind me. I glanced back to see he’d gone for a black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms and his expensive gold watch. His black slacks were the same as mine, and I was unsurprised to see he was keeping it classy tonight. Killian was really the one we’d have to worry about. He wasn’t afraid to wear jeans and tees, clothing I hadn’t bothered to wear in years. The Adrostos needed to give off an air of intimidation, wealth, and power, so the city didn’t forget who truly ran things. That wasn’t possible in vintage tees and ripped jeans.

“Finally,” Killian groaned as we walked out, my eyebrow quirking up as I took in his clothes. He was wearing a suit this time as well. Just how good is that fucking pussy to get him to clean up? Just to be a dick, I took my time securing my shoulder harness and my favorite Glock, before slipping on my jacket and buttoning up. He managed to bite his tongue until I finished up, the frustrated tic in his jaw something only a brother would notice.

He was fidgeting the entire way down to the garage level, so much so I expected him to run to the Lexus, but somehow he found his fucking control for once.

“Where are we picking her up?” Kyrell asked, taking his usual spot in the driver’s side, Kill getting in the back while I took shotgun.

“Downtown, it’s a small game store on Gradley Avenue, Gamester’s Paradise,” he said, giving us nothing more than that. I knew pushing him for information would be useless, so I just looked out of the window as Ky navigated through the streets. About X minutes later, we entered the more rundown side of town, stopping in front of the store.

“Kill, it’s closed,” Ky pointed out, his tone clipped with irritation that he’d just had his time wasted. I scanned the neighborhood, my eyes stopping on a bright pink piece of paper taped to the inside of the door as Kill started swearing with a venom that even I was impressed by. Unbuckling my seatbelt, the noise unheard beneath my brother’s complaints, I climbed out, walking forward to read the note.

That was the one and only time you get to order me around and pretend you have the power here. I bow to no man, and I owe you nothing.

Go fuck yourself,

Sana

“Sana?” I said slowly, the name so familiar but I couldn’t place it. Apparently, I was taking too long because moments later, I heard the car door slam. Killian leaned in next to me to read it, like usual, not caring that he was in my personal bubble.

“You remember Otsana Priamos?” he whispered as he read it. His eyes darkened when he finished, but I didn’t miss the spark of excitement. He turned and watched me closely as I processed what he was saying. Surely not our Otsana?

“From school?” I asked incredulously, waving Kyrell over. He turned off the car before getting out and glared down the sidewalk in both directions, as if daring the world to scratch it. We were far too well known in the area to have to worry about it, though he’d glare nonetheless. Frankly, I found my attraction to blood much more normal than his attraction to his car.

“Sana… no?” Kyrell asked as he read the note again, whipping his head around to Killian, who just laughed. Within a breath, he was pushing his forearm into Kill’s throat, pinning him to the wall. “Otsana is here?!”

“Why do you two care so much?” he growled, but even Killian wasn’t that dumb. He’d known what she meant to us. She’d been willing to let us fuck her back then, but the four of us had only shared one night before she disappeared. We’d never found another submissive as beautiful as Sana and the way she’d given herself over to us completely under Kill’s direction. Fuck. The memory of that night still got me hard, over a decade later. And now Sana was back in our lives, or at least Kill’s, and it seemed like his lessons hadn’t left a lasting impression. Definitely time for a change in fucking leadership. Her note and decision to leave before we got here were power moves, full of snark and defiance that Kill should’ve taught her better than to direct at us. What happened to her? I thought, my mind immediately throwing me into my last memory of that gorgeous, brown-eyed girl.

Sana tied up and blindfolded on my bed, some barely there lace the only thing covering her. Ky not so carefully cut it with his knife, the fabric splitting and revealing her naked form to us. She was gorgeous, especially with the thin red cuts where he’d purposefully nicked her skin, small rivulets of blood decorating her creamy flesh.

“You fucking know why; otherwise, we wouldn’t be here with you taunting us. Where is she?” Kyrell demanded, his voice deadly and ice cold as he glanced down the street like we’d spot her there.

“She should have been here. I gave her an order. I even sent Alex with an outfit for her to wear!” he protested, pulling out his phone. He waited while it rang, both Ky and I growing more and more impatient. “Alex, you got th

e information I asked for? Good. Send it now!” he shouted, his composure slipping away as he stalked back to the car, us following closely behind. For a moment I thought he’d take the driver’s seat, but he climbed in the back and focused on his phone. Ours pinged a moment later, an address popping up that made me pause.

“She lives there?” I asked, raising an eyebrow, but he just shrugged, tight-lipped as he tried to rein in his anger.

“I’m going,” Kyrell promised, easing back onto the street and heading further into what was considered the Lach, the darker side of town named after the old Scottish mob that used to run this area. The same one whose newest generation we’d just sent back in a body bag.

We sat in tense silence as Ky drove to the address, my knee bouncing as I stared out of the window. Even Kyrell was on edge, which wasn’t unheard of, but he was usually the calmest brother. This has great potential to get messy, and not the kind that I enjoy. We parked in the front of a decrepit building, and he’d barely shut the car off before we jumped out. It wasn’t the best place to leave a car, but we spotted a group of guys nearby, and Ky started walking their way.

“A grand each if you watch the car. You see a single person touch it, you take a picture. We’ll be back shortly,” Ky offered, their eyes going wide with a glint of greed that definitely changed their demeanor. Money always had a way of creating a bridge over enemy lines. All three teens nodded, stepping closer to the car and crossing their arms in front of their bodies as they watched the streets. “Good.”