Defining Darkness - K E Osborn Page 0,83
turning back to the job at hand. “I could help you. Seeing as this is basically my outdoor living area.”
“Fuck me,” Void murmurs as he rubs the back of his neck.
“You are a wild card, aren’t you, Ivy? I guess if your sister’s okay with it…”
Eva shrugs. “Whatever makes Ivy happy. If her job in this club is to brick people behind walls, then that’s her job. If she ever needs a hand, I’ll be here to help her.”
Yeah. My cock’s hard as a fucking rock.
They both turn back, laying bricks up to his chin. I walk over because I want to witness the moment this asshole is entombed. A tingling sensation floods my body, adrenaline pumps wildly as I watch them closing the gap. Andrés’ eyes slowly start to flutter. He’s coming to, but there are only three bricks left. Ivy places one down, Eva the next, as Andrés wakes completely.
“Jesus Christ, Nycto… get me the fuck out of here. You can’t do this, you crazy fucker.”
Eva hands me the last brick. Her lips turning up so wide it’s like the dawn of a new day, but instead of it blinding me, it’s like everything becomes crystal clear. She’s my light, my beacon of hope. I let the darkness define me for so long. My past rules over everything I ever did always making its mark in my mind, causing me to think the light was the ruler of chaos and a symbol of torture. Now, I know with Eva shining so brightly that light can be good. It can be devilishly pure. Eva is a symbol of hope. She was sent to me to show me a new way of life. To show me a new way of living. To force me out of the shadows. And with this last brick, I step into the light with her.
Eva scrapes on the mortar. She’s so fucking sexy in her movements, I have trouble focusing with Andrés screaming behind the wall, but all I see is Eva. All I concentrate on is her. In this moment, she’s all I need as I place the last brick in the wall locking Andrés in, and my trafficking past behind me with it. I know now the error of my ways. Even though I wasn’t technically selling the women Andrés was trafficking, I was playing a role in their story.
I won’t be a party to it anymore.
No fucking way.
I now get why my brothers and other chapters were against it.
I reach out, grabbing Eva, pulling her to me. My fingers wrap into her hair in a tight fist, and I kiss the shit out of her. My tongue collides with hers as she whimpers in delight into my mouth. Her body presses flush up against mine, my erection pressing into her.
A slight giggling echoes from beside us from Ivy, but I don’t even care that Void and Ivy are here with us right now. I need my woman to comprehend that what she did for me in here was the single sexiest thing she’s ever done.
She has accepted all of me, and in doing so, she’s let a bit of darkness creep inside her soul.
My dark to her light.
We balance each other out.
And fuck, if maybe what’s coming my way doesn’t make all of this worth it.
EVA
Seeing all of Nycto, all his demons, having him open up to me wasn’t what I thought it would be. I thought it would scare me. I thought it would be something that might change the way I see him. What it did do was make me appreciate him even more. I understand his methods. Bricking assholes up behind the wall, locking them into eternal darkness stems from his childhood abuse. I get that, but if these assholes behind the walls are bastards like Andrés, then they deserve it. And for sure, the first assholes he ever put behind those walls were the boys who had tortured him, there’s no doubt in my mind. I don’t even need to ask Nycto about it. I one-hundred percent guarantee this method of torture started with them. I’m glad those boys were locked behind a wall and found their last days trapped in an endless darkness like they made Nycto endure as a child.
Did they deserve to die for their sins? Maybe not, but I am glad they did because they tormented him. Broke him. But then again, without them, he wouldn’t be the man I’ve grown to adore.
We’re all