Her hands move to my jeans, shoving them down along with my boxer briefs.
My erection springs free, hard and aching.
Angel wraps her hand around my length, stroking firmly.
Pleasure rockets through me.
"Inside me," she gasps. "Now, Brick."
I lift her, pinning her to the wall as her legs wrap around my waist. Our mouths fuse as I position myself at her entrance and thrust home with one hard stroke.
Angel throws her head back and screams.
Devon
I walk out into the balmy night, still tingling with excitement from what took place in Brick's basement. My hands flex at my sides, itching to inflict more pain.
Brick understands me in a way no one else does. He sees the darkness that lurks inside, that craving for violence, and doesn't judge me for it. If anything, he nurtures it, helping me hone my skills.
I'm not as far gone as Brick, not yet, but I aspire to his level of viciousness and complete lack of remorse. He's a psychopath, no doubt about it, but it's not like the movies portray. Brick has depths, layers to his personality. He can be kind, in his own way. Witty and charming.
And he's the only one who truly understands this warped, ugly part of me—and teaches me how to do better. Like I'm his twisty little sister, and he’s my unhinged mentor of torture tools.
Don’t get me wrong—my guys love every part of me, too, but they don’t get my newfound need to torture, to inflict pain, in quite the same way. They do it out of necessity, whereas Brick and I do it for pleasure.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out to find a text from Brick.
Brick: Enjoy your time with the surfer boy. You did well today. I'm proud of you.
A smile curves my lips and warmth blooms in my chest. Brick's praise means everything to me.
I'm on my way to being just like him, embracing the darkness that lives inside.
Brick is helping me become the monster I was always meant to be.
Chapter two
Tension crackles in the air as we gather in the dimly lit warehouse, our groups eyeing each other warily. Shadows dance on the concrete walls, broken only by beams of moonlight filtering in through the high windows. The constant hum of traffic outside is a stark reminder of the world beyond these walls.
Devon takes charge, her voice echoing through the cavernous space. "We are proof that all of the groups vying to take down Tane Brown have been at odds for too long. We all have a common goal, and our conflicts with each other are a useless and damaging distraction. Tane is the real enemy here."
Flashbacks of past conflicts between our crews flood my mind, a reminder of the long-standing animosity that has divided us for so long. But now, faced with a common enemy, we have no choice but to set aside our differences with rival factions and unite against a greater threat. Hell, based on how things have gone between the Brixtons and Snakes, we might even find some new friends.
“I don’t know about this, guys," Aidan voices his doubts, skepticism etched into every line of his gorgeous, rugged face as he runs his hand through his closely cropped, dark hair. "How do we know we can trust the others? They’re liars and criminals by definition!"
Stepping forward, I address Aidan directly, my voice firm. "Because we want Tane gone just as much as they do, Aidan. The enemy of my enemy and all that shit."
“And, if they don’t do what we want them to, we’ll just torture them! Win-win!” Brick’s voice booms through the warehouse, echoing off the dustywalls. His eyes sparkle at the thought of getting to harm yet another group that stands in our way. Brick's ability to find a silver lining in even the darkest of circumstances never ceases to amaze me, and it’s one of the things I love about him most.
Devon's conviction is unwavering as she meets my gaze, nodding. "Loyal or not, let’s assume they’re in this with us. And, like Brick says,” she adds, gesturing toward her torture buddy, “there will be consequences for those who don’t meet their end of the bargain.”
Dom quirks a brow in her direction. “I’m in complete agreement. But… real question. Even with the additional support, do we really think we can do this?" He pauses. “We came pretty close last time, but… ultimately we failed.”
Devon's smile is sharp and fierce. "I know we can."
As Devon outlines our plan, excitement builds among us, a shared determination uniting us in purpose. The road ahead may be fraught with danger, but together, we are stronger than any obstacle that stands in our way.
The thought of our crew allied with others makes my pulse quicken. United, we could be unstoppable. But it won't be easy to convince the guys, and they're already expressing their doubts. It took enough trust and suspension of belief to get these two groups together—the Brixtons and the Snakes—and looking back, it’s wild to think how far we’ve come.