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I fucked her for hours in front of Taehyung. I cut her. Made her bleed for me.
It was the most beautiful time we'd ever had.
Now there was an entirely different form of fun on the menu.
There would be blood, but this time it wouldn't be hers. It would be his, and he'd be dead by my feet by the time I finished with him. Or by the time she did.
"Did you enjoy the show?" I asked him.
Jennie was still naked, panting for breath. I didn't care that she was on display for him. She was mine. I proved that over and over to him. He could look, but she was mine, and he'd never fucking have her again.
He wouldn't be breathing for much longer anyway.
"You good, babe?" I asked Jennie.
"So good," she whispered. I could barely understand her. Her voice was hoarse from the screaming she did while she came for me. She moved. It was slow, but she gathered her clothes and tugged them back on.
"Do you want me to pull his gag out so you can hear anything he has to say?"
"Absolutely the fuck not," she said. The way she said it had me chuckling. "It doesn't matter. I'm not interested."
"How do you want to do it?" I asked. I stepped closer to her again. I couldn't keep my hands off her. Cupping her face, I rubbed her cheeks with my thumbs. "Do you want to watch or do you want to leave and have me tell you when it's over?"
"You thought I wasn't serious when I said I wanted to be the one to kill him?" she asked. It was almost a pout. She leaned into the deranged side of her, the one she kept hidden because it didn't suit her. She let it out when she bled for me. Not this time though. This is when it's going to come out.
And it was beautiful.
"You want to do the honors?" I asked, giving her a smile. She licked her lips, like she was hungry for it.
"Yes."
I watched as she finished dressing, and then she reached into my pocket, pulling out the knife. Not the one I used on her. The one I used on my enemies.
"Mind if I borrow this?" she asked sweetly.
"Be my guest," I told her.
I sat in the chair she just vacated and watched her. I'd come so many times, but still watching her like this had me hard for her again.
"Don't worry," she whispered, leaning in. "I'm going to take my time."
Taehyung struggled in his restraints, kicking, trying to get away. He knew it was futile. But no one went down without a fight. Even the bravest soldiers panicked when their time came. No one was sure what came after this life, no matter what religion they claimed. We couldn't know for sure.
I'd seen enough men die in my life to know the fear they felt. Felt it myself during a few close calls.
Jennie walked behind him, dragging the knife edge against his skin, making a circle around his neck with it. It was so light, she didn't even draw blood. But he could feel it. I didn't understand why he looked relieved when she pulled it away. She was like an Orca, tossing a seal in the air before finally going in for the kill. It wasn't for hunt or sport at that point, purely for torment and fun.
"Enjoying yourself?" I asked, teasing her a little.
"Yes," she said back just as playfully. "Enjoying the show?"
"Oh, I am."
She blew me a kiss and turned her attention back to Taehyung.
"There's so much I could say to you," she tutted. "About how you assaulted me over and over. Stole my life from me when it's only ever belonged to Lisa. How you beat me and broke me. But I'm not going to waste my breath. You're not worth the time and the air in my lungs to remind you why I'm doing this to you."
She cut across his cheek, drawing the first line of blood. He hissed, head falling back. He only made the cut longer, extending his pain.
I always loved watching her. She could be doing the most mundane thing, and I'd still enjoy watching her. But this, seeing her finally give in to the darkness, getting her revenge on the man who'd held her captive, stolen years of her life from her…from me, mad her even more beautiful.
The only thing she got out of him were her kids.
But they weren't his. He was an anonymous sperm donor as far as I was concerned. They're mine. She was mine, and I'd always keep them safe.
"You still good?" I asked her. She'd never done anything like this before, and I wanted to make sure she didn't lose control or her sense of self.
"Yup," she said.
I watched as she used the knife to cut his pants open, leaving his boxers exposed. Instinctively, I covered my own junk. What she was about to do to him was probably the worst thing that could happen to a man.
And he deserved every ounce of pain it inflicted on him.
Once he figured out what she was going to do, he struggled more against his restraints.
"Quit fucking squirming," she demanded. "I'm planning on being nice and taking it all in one go, but if you don't cooperate I'll make it worst and take it off inch by inch, ball for fucking ball."
Jesus…hearing her say that should do the things it does to me. Something about the power pouring out of her had me drunk on her.
"Maybe I should do that anyway actually." She stood and stepped back, head tilted to the side and a hip cocked out, contemplating. "What I should really do is take a piece off for every time you raped me. For every time you hit me. For every fucking time you gave me an STD." She paused. I wasn't sure if she was struggling to keep it together or if it was for dramatic effect. I leaned forward, ready to catch her if she fell. "Too bad there's not enough inches for me to do that."
I laughed.
I couldn't help it.
She turned at me, a smirk on her face.
"What?" she asked, voice feigning innocence. "It's true."
"I'm sure it is, babe."
"Well," she tutted. "This has been fun, but I'm tired of the sound of you breathing."
I watched as she cut his boxers open. I cringed when she cut off the head of his dick.
Part of me wanted to look away. I couldn't though. I had to see this through. His cry was so loud, even with the gag on I was sure the entire clubhouse could hear it. Everyone knew what was going on.
"Did that hurt?" she asked.
It looked like he tried to spit at her. He was past the point of caring, even though he likely hadn't accepted his fate yet. Maybe he expected all of his men to come rushing in to try to save him. There was no one loyal to him left. Tex made sure of that. He was sitting pretty as the president of the club. Anyone who didn't bend the knee to him had a bullet between their eyes.
Coups happened all the fucking time in our world.
She cut off another inch of him.
She didn't have much left to take off.
"Let's do one of these now," she said.
I had to look away as she sliced out one of his nuts.
She looked completely unhinged. It smelled like Taehyung shit himself, which I wouldn't blame him for. The man lost a nut and half his dick already. I'd be shitting myself too.
Blood pooled on the floor. She was covered in it, but that wasn't stopping her.
"I think I'll get this over with now," she said. That was the only warning she gave him before she cut off the rest of his cock. She didn't even stop to pause, let him cry or breathe before she cut off his other ball.
He was completely castrated, the pieces of him covering the floor.
"I should let you suffer," she muttered more to herself than to anyone else. "I have no idea how long it will take you to bleed out like this, and frankly, I can't stand to be around you for a second longer." She stood, towering over him.
She looked mystical, like a goddess. Maybe in that moment she was closer to a demon escaped from the depths of hell, but she was mine, and it was so fucking beautiful to watch her take back everything he took from her. As soon as he stopped breathing, she'd be cleaned. A soul deep cleanse where he could never touch her or have influence over her again.
"Goodbye Taehyung."
She shoved the knife straight through his chest and into his heart. She wasn't afraid to look him in the eyes as she did, making sure she kept staring as she twisted the knife in his chest before finally pulling it free.
It dropped to the floor in the pile of blood and flesh, a soft thud as the handle hit the wood paneled floor.
When she stepped back, I didn't move. She stared at his body still. It looked like she needed to make sure he was truly dead. There was no question about it. He was gone. She sent him straight to hell where he belonged.
Finally, she turned to look at me. Her face was emotionless. I didn't move. I didn't want to startle her. Slowly she walked toward me until she fell into my lap. My arms wrapped around her out of instinct, holding her tightly.
She didn't cry. I expected her to, but no tears fell. No sound left her. She just rested her head in the crook of my neck, arms wrapped around me, breathing in and out steadily. I didn't know how long she wanted to sit here in front of his body, but I wasn't going to move until she said she was ready to.
"I'm not sure what I'm feeling," she whispered.
"That's okay," I told her. "You don't need to know right now."
"I want to see the kids."
"Okay." I scooped her up as I stood, keeping her cradled in my arms. "You need to clean up first."
Without a second glance back at his body, I carried her out of the shed. Wonwoo and Joshua stood there, likely sent by Seokmin for cleanup duty.
"Thanks," I said, nodding at them.
Money stood at the back entrance to the clubhouse. "Can you go make sure none of the kids are out? We gotta get upstairs without being seen." I didn't need to tell him why. Because she was leaning against me, we were both covered in blood.
"Sure thing." He took off quickly, opening the door and letting it slam closed as he walked inside.
"Tired?" I asked her.
"Yeah," she replied. "I had no idea how exhausting that would be."
"It's not just killing him," I said, shifting her weight in my arms a little. "Your body finally knows it's safe. After years. That's going to make you tired for a long time."
"I don't have time to be tired," she said. "I've got two kids."
"And me," I reminded her. "You've got me to help you take care of our children."
She wasn't used to that still. She only knew carrying the entire load by herself. She'd never know that again.
"All clear," Money said when he reappeared.
"Thanks."
All eyes were on us as I carried her through the bar area. She wasn't the first of the women in this room to kill an abuser. Hopefully she'd be the last.
No one said a word as we walked through.
Jennie didn't seem to mind the staring. Maybe she didn't notice it.
Once we made it to our room, I carried her right into the shower. I didn't set her down first, didn't turn the water on to let it warm. I turned it on once we were inside with her still in my arms. She took the brunt of the first cold spray or water, but it warmed quickly.
I held her until she let go of me, not wanting to be away from her. She was handling her actions better than I thought she would. I needed to stop underestimating her.
Wordlessly, I stripped her clothes off her. The water running into the drain was red, slowly fading to pink the longer we stayed under the spray.
"Thank you," she whispered as I poured her shampoo in my hands and lathered them before pushing my fingers into the strands of her black hair.
"For what?" I asked.
"Loving me. Never giving up on me. Even after all the years we spent apart, you never gave up on me."
"It's always been you, Jennie," I told her.
"It's only ever been you," she told me.
"I know, babe."
We stood under the spray until it turned cold.
The battles still weren't over.
We still had her father to reckon with.