of this club. I brick bad men behind walls sealing them to their deaths. If you give me a gun, I’d probably shoot him somewhere painful too. I’m no princess. I’m not innocent, so stop making me out to be.”
I brighten at her words, they’re exactly what I need to hear. I always thought I had to preserve her, to stop her from crossing into the dark with me, but why does being in the dark have to be so bad? She has this luring light about her, but maybe it’s the fires of hell burning so fucking bright that I can see the same fire which burns inside of me.
We’re the same, it’s why we work.
Deep down, we’re both tainted, depraved souls searching to be good when all we really need is another dark soul to be bad alongside.
***
Dash had my father brought down to the bricking cell. He’s been drugged and is out of it. He’s tied up, propped up, and hooked against the bricks ready for us to do our thing. I thought Nycto would be down here with us, seeing as this whole ‘bricking people behind a wall’ is his thing, but he decided to let Ivy have this one. She will be his protégé where bricking is concerned.
That should scare me.
It should terrify me.
But honestly, all it does is electrify me because it lets me know anything this club throws Ivy’s way, she can handle.
There’s an energy in the air, a spark between the two of us that we’re doing this together. I move in, holding my father’s body back against the wall as Ivy opens the mortar bucket and stirs the contents. Her eyes light up as she picks up the trowel, lathering the first row of mortar at his feet. I don’t even need to tell her where or how far out to do it. She’s a natural.
Ivy lays the first row of bricks perfectly. I swear my cock is aching, seeing her in her element right now. Watching Ivy turn from this virtuous saint into this rebellious devil has been the highlight of my time here at this club. Hell, it’s been the highlight of my damn life.
Who knew when she stepped off that boat from Cuba, she would fall into my arms and change not only herself but me in the process?
The bricks continue to be built into a wall, entombing my father behind them. I can’t say I haven’t thought for years about this very moment. About getting my vengeance on him for all the torment he put me through when I was growing up. But with him behind bars, it was never something I thought would come to pass.
Now, with Ivy’s help, we’re doing this as a team.
Because together, we’re unbreakable.
I would walk over hot fucking coals for her. Put my life on the line time and time again.
Her eyes shift to me as I take my hand away from my father’s chest as she bricks up in front of his torso. I can’t help but feel like this has all come full circle. My father tried to make me be like him. In a way, I suppose I am, just not in the way he thought. He would bend people to his will, make them submit to him, make them do utterly indescribable shit—the man’s pure fucking evil.
I’d never make Ivy do anything she didn’t want to. She’s a free spirit and has her own mind. I couldn’t make her submit to me in that way, even if I tried. She’s far too alpha for that. But my father’s blood runs through my veins, that evilness inside him is inside me too, but I choose to use mine differently.
Ivy bricks up to his chin, the adrenaline surging through me right now pumps so hard it’s like I’m high. Ivy tries to fight back her excitement as well as she moves in to place another brick, but then she hesitates. “Shall we entomb him completely? Or leave it open, so we can watch him waste away over a few weeks?”
A slow grin slides up my face. This woman!
“Leave three bricks free, so we can watch the fucker dwindle. You’re a twisted fucker, sweet thing!”
She giggles but not in a cute way. It’s more maniacal, and it makes my cock rock hard.
Fuck, I love her! My eyes widen at the realization, but I don’t give anything away.
“What’s even more twisted is the fact he’s right outside my bedroom. I’ll be