Miscreants: Next Generation (Badlands 8)

“Who the fuck are you?”

“If you haven’t figured it out yet, just remember me as your biggest regret.”

I looked between him and his mother, thoroughly unimpressed.

My mom would’ve never stood for this shit. Then again, that comparison wasn’t all that fair. My father—Grimm—would never let her wind up in this kind of situation again.

“I suggest you get started, or the next slug might be in his head.”

Knox muttered a choked-up apology, then proceeded to remove his mother’s dress. I didn’t see what the big deal was. There wasn’t anything impressive about her body. Her tits were as white as powder—shaped like cucumbers.

Once her dress was on the floor, Knox finally surprised me. He cocked his arm and swung. His fist connected with his mom’s face with a resounding thwack, knocking her glasses clean off. She dropped to the floor, sobbing so intensely she choked on her own breath.

“I’m sorry, Ma.” Knox crouched down and helped her back up.

He cradled her to his chest, sounding as if he were about to cry himself.

“You satisfied?” he seethed, glaring at me with pure hatred.

I loved it.

“I give the hit a five out of ten. Your form needs some work. And you forgot the kiss. That’s all right, though. Seeing her down on the floor like that gave me an even better idea. I think she should just go all out and suck your dick. What do you guys think?”

“Oh, I certainly think that would be a sight to see,” Amo agreed.

“Lil?” I turned to look at her.

She didn’t even hesitate. “That’s the least she could do, since they hurt Hannah.”

“What is wrong with you?” Tyson yelled, still struggling to stop Jacob from bleeding out.

“What’s wrong with me?” I pointed to myself. “I’m doing this for your brother. I just saved him from a case of blue balls.”

“I’ll do anything but that,” Knox rasped.

“Oh, really? How about you get down on your knees and suck my dick, then?”

“Will that spare her?” Knox asked.

“This is truly a new level of entertainment,” Amo stated, laughing hard.

Knox ignored him and began to full blown beg. “Please. I’ll do anything. You want supplies? A lag supply?”

“Stop,” I demanded coolly. “I loathe your kind the most. You’re pathetic. You’re weak. You don’t deserve to stand in the same room or breathe the same air as me.”

Someone should’ve taken this shithole out a long time ago. I stepped forward and grasped the back of his mother’s neck, forcing her down to her knees. “Better drop your jeans, Knox. Your family’s lives depend on it.”

From my peripheral, I saw Lilith shift slightly closer to Jin, her eyes trained on Knox and his mom.

“You have three seconds.”

“Ple—” the older woman tried to beg.

“Two,” I interjected.

Amo cocked the gun, and the woman quickly got into the correct position. With shaking hands, she undid her son’s jeans, face stained with tears. She mouthed an apology, reaching for his limp dick.

I didn’t fully understand the need for theatrics. These people kept their relations in the family. Was Mom off limits? If that were the case, she didn’t hesitate as much as I thought she would.

She closed her mouth around the sad bit of flesh, holding it tight with one hand. It wasn’t that big, but he was gradually getting hard. Knox closed his eyes and clenched his fist, his entire body tense. I watched on for about five minutes before I got bored. Where was the vigor?

“Faster,” I commanded.

She let out a breathy sob, obliging.

“And stop acting like you haven’t sucked a dick before. Take it all.”

It took her a few seconds, but she complied. Excess saliva dripped from her lips, gradually coating her son’s balls every time they hit her chin. Knox’s dick was hard now, and a line of sweat had formed across his brow.

Was he trying not to come? I guess that didn’t matter. Him getting off wasn’t a reward I wanted to grant. His mom swallowing her grandkids would’ve been a nice bonus for their humiliation, though.

I turned to look at Lilith. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, uncharacteristically silent. I’m sure there were a million plots going through her pretty little head. I would chain her to my fucking side before she got the chance to run away again.

I looked back at Amo and rolled my shoulders. “Let’s finish this.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

He tried to run.

When he realized Mal had no intention of letting them out of this alive, Tyson jumped up and ran, leaving one brother passed out on the floor and the other with his dick in their mom’s mouth.

Amo swung the gun around and pulled the trigger. The shell found a home in the lower left cheek of Tyson’s ass. He went spiraling forward, colliding with the wall. I was struck by a wave of déjà vu, reminded of the scene back in Phobos.