Chaotic (L.O.R.D.S. #7) — Chapter no 85

EIGHTY-FIVE

KASH TON

bend down and pick up the head to the body I thought was myI

wife.

Fucking bitch.

“The fuck?” The young cop holds a hand over his mouth as his wide eyes stare at the headless woman.

“Turns out my wife has an identical twin,” I inform them in case they haven’t caught on yet. “And it was her DNA you found on the dead girls.”

“What?” The detective glares at me. “How do you know that?” Be‐ fore I answer, he continues. “This proves nothing. They could have been working together.”

“It wasn’t my wife. So stay the fuck away from her, or I’ll bury you in this fuck ing grave,” I bark, standing to my full height and stepping forward to pick him up and toss him into it to give him a visual. But Tyson grabs my arm pulling me back.

I knew it wouldn’t be this easy and they would think Eve still played a part. That’s why I had to call in backup. I hated having to do it, but this isn’t about me. It’s to pro tect my wife.

The detective huffs and runs a hand down his face.

“Dispose of the body,” I order, ignor ing him and the cop. They’ll find out soon enough. Now that I know she’s not Eve, I want noth‐ ing left of it.

“And this?” Ryat picks up the head with a handful of the bitch’s hair.

“Sin.” I hold out my hand.

He re moves a clear plastic bag from his back pocket, shaking it out and holding it open for me.

I take the head from Ryat and place it in the bag upright, making sure all the bleached strands are shoved inside of it. It’s crazy how identical she is to my wife. She was either watching Eve’s every move, or she was getting all her information from Evan. Either way, she mirrored my wife as closely as she could. The features are there, since they are identical. I never took the time to look for scars on her body that I know Eve has, but she even had the butterfly tattoo on her hip like Everett. All I knew was that it was my wife I found ly‐ ing dead on the cathedral floor. I was too busy grieving to question whether it was possi ble that it couldn’t be her.

Sin spins the bag around before tying it off at the top.

The young cop is puk ing up his guts, and I roll my eyes. The bitch is dead. Not like she feels anything. And she doesn’t stink because she was embalmed. A little musty, but nothing too bad. I wish I could have saved her, and I would have dragged out her torture for what she did to my wife and what she was going to let Evan do to her.

“I know someone who might want this back,” I speak, and Ryat chuckles.

“I’d love to deliver it for you,” he offers.

“House call?” Sin arches a brow at Ryat and hands him the bagged head. “Oh, take me with you. I want to help.”

Ryat laughs, nodding. “You can tag along.”

A car pulls into the gates of Carnage, and everyone turns to see who it is. It’s my backup. The last person I want to see but some‐ times you have to do things you don’t want to.

“What the fuck is he do ing here?” Haidyn demands.

“I invited him,” I an swer when Adam exits his car.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Haidyn barks loud enough that Adam can hear.

“We need him,” I grind out, and a sour taste instantly fills my mouth. “He’ll only be here a few minutes.” Then he’s out of my life for good.

Adam joins us by the graves, placing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

“Well, boys, this is your proof.” I direct my attention to the cop and detective.

“Proof of what?” the young cop asks, running the back of his hand across his chin to clean up the puke on his face.

“I was the one who killed Vivian.” Adam nods to the headless body lying on the tarp. “I’ve got her phone.” He holds it out to the detec‐ tive. “It was on her at the cathedral. It has everything you need to prove Eve had nothing to do with the case.”

The man stares at it before he glances at me. “Phones can be tam‐

pered with.”

My teeth grind.This mother fucker… “I—”

Holding up my hand, I silently cut off Adam. I step up to the detec‐ tive, my chest bump ing his. “Take the fuck ing phone, get in your car, and leave. Make whatever state ment you need to make. Do what‐ ever you need to fucking do to close this case with out mentioning my wife’s name. She wasn’t involved and if you try to say she was, I’ll chop your fuck ing head off like the bitch behind me. The only dif‐ ference is I’ll do it while you’re alive.” I’m done playing with these bastards and I’m no longer going to hide my wife. She’s going to live her life however she fucking wants. Eve did what she thought was right by calling the cops when she found the dead body in the ceme‐ tery and I won’t let them punish her for that.

His jaw sharpens and the young cop leans in, speaking softly into his ear. After a second, the detective reaches out and snatches the phone from Adam’s hand.

The cop nods to me. “Consider the case closed and Everett’s name cleared.”

“Get the fuck off the property,” I order, and they both turn and get into their car before exiting the gates.

“You think they’ll re turn?” Sin asks.

“No,” I answer. If they do, I’ll show them I’m a man of my word.

Silence falls over the cemetery, and I give Adam my back. It’s his fault Eve’s in this position. He could have told the police about Vivian the mo ment he was suspicious she had a twin. It could have saved us a lot of time. And I’m sure as fuck not going to thank him for

show ing up today when I needed him. It’s the least he could fuck ing do.

“Get rid of this fuck ing body,” I bark out, seeing the dead woman wearing my wife’s dress.

My cell vibrates in my pocket. I huff at the familiar number and an‐ swer. “You better have a good reason for calling me.”

Haidyn and I make our way up to the birdcage. I open my bed room door but don’t see Eve inside. “She must be with Charlotte,” I tell Haidyn.

He opens his and enters. I walk in behind him to find my wife sit‐ ting on their bed petting a purring Muffin. You can see the hair flying

with each stroke.

“Where’s Charlotte?” Haidyn asks.

“In the bath room,” my wife answers.

He goes over and knocks on the door when he re alizes it’s locked.

“Everything okay?”

Charlotte opens it, giving him a smile. “Just had to use the re‐ stroom,” she assures him and pats his chest.

“Charlotte was show ing me the backpack you got them for Muffin.

That was so sweet.” Eve smiles at me.

“Oh yeah?” I look at Haidyn, and he narrows his eyes on me. “I thought so.” I never had my chance to get information from Char‐ lotte about my girl, but it turns out I wouldn’t have gotten anything anyway. She never saw my wife. She had seen her identical twin there with LeAnne, and it was only that one time. LeAnne had to keep her from Charlotte because she didn’t want anyone to know that Eve or her twin existed. They were playing the long game and going to use her when needed.

“We take her for a walk at least once a day.” Charlotte beams.

“Muffin loves it.” The cat meows in my wife’s hands as if agreeing.

“I hope you’re taking pictures,” I re mind her, and Charlotte nods.

“I’d love to have a pet,” Eve says.

“Oh, really?” Hai dyn arches a brow at me. “You should get a cat.”

My smile drops. “They’re great.” He walks over and picks Muffin up

from Eve’s arms. “She sleeps on my pillow every night.”

“Uh.” I scratch the side of my face, all of a sudden itchy and break‐ ing out in hives just thinking about a hairy pussy sticking it’s littered- covered paws on my face while I sleep. “I don’t think—”

“I think I would like a dog more,” Eve says, and I give Haidyn a big fuck-you smile. The fucker would totally get my wife a cat and call it payback for their daily walks in the woods.

“What ever you want, an gel,” I tell her.

“Maybe get one of each.” She gets to her feet, and Haidyn winks at me. Bas tard.

“Did you get everything you wanted?” Eve asks, looking at me.

For a second I had forgotten about the phone call I got after I chopped her twin sister’s head off. I nod. The police are gone. They

won’t be bother ing my wife anymore.

“What are you doing with the body?”

“The guys are disposing of it,” I tell her. It’s on the way to the

morgue to be cre mated.

“The head?” she asks.

“Re turn ing it.” Haidyn is the one who answers, and she frowns, not understanding.

“Ryat and Sin are going to drop it off on LeAnne’s doorstep.” Going to leave a little re minder that you can’t fuck with us. She knew Ev‐ erett was an identical twin and decided to send her after Eve when we saved Haidyn and dragged Isabella to Carnage. That can’t… No.

I won’t let that go unnoticed.

“Well, that’s—”

“Neces sary,” I interrupt my wife, and she sighs. This is some thing I won’t budge on.

My phone rings and I pull it out of my pocket. “Hello?”

“They’re here,” Saint informs me.

I hang up, and my wife frowns, sensing my mood. “What’s wrong?”

“Tyson’s men just arrived.”

“Okay,” she says slowly and then looks from me to Haidyn. “Is that

a bad thing?”

“They found Evan.”

Eve gets to her feet. “Where is he?”

“He’s here. They’re going to put him in the basement.” They called me while I was in the cemetery to let me know they were on their way with Evan.

Her green eyes drop to the floor, and I walk over to her. “You don’t need to see him.” I brush hair off her face, and she lifts her chin to meet my stare. “It’s up to you, angel. You can have your re venge if you want, or I can do it for you.”

“No.” She frowns and steps back. “I can do it.”

“Okay. It doesn’t have to be right now.” She still needs time to heal.

Picking up her cell off the bed, she types away on it, and I glance at Haidyn. He arches a brow, and I shrug, not sure what she’s doing.

“Ordered,” she states, locking her screen. Her eyes meet mine. “Two

days.”

“Two days what?” I ask, confused.

“That’s when my packages will be here.”

“What packages?” Haidyn wonders.

She gives me a chilling smile before looking at her brother.

“That’s…a surprise.”

With that, she walks past me and out of their room. I smile, follow‐ ing after her, knowing my girl is going to fuck Evan up, and I can’t wait to see how she does it.

En tering my room, I close the door and watch her sit on the end of the bed. Her head is down, and she stares at the floor.

Sitting next to her, I take Eve’s hand in mine. “If you’re not ready—”

“I need to tell you some thing.” She looks up at me, and her green eyes are swimming with unshed tears. “You’re…” They drop to the floor before they re turn to mine and she whispers. “You’re going to hate me.”

I laugh to try and lighten the mood. “That’s impossible, angel.”

Licking her lips, she pulls her hand from mine. “You know how I

told you I had an imaginary friend?”

“Yeah.”

“It had to of been my sister, right?” She frowns. “She looked like me but not like me.” Getting to her feet, she starts to pace. “She

was what I wanted to look like. She wasn’t malnourished or covered in bruises. She was beau tiful—”

“You are beau tiful, Eve.” I stand, grabbing her hand, bringing her to a stop.

She pulls it from mine once more and crosses them over her chest.

“You don’t understand.”

“I’m trying to,” I admit, confused about where she’s going.

“I told her everything, Kash. I thought…I thought I made her up.

My father and LeAnne made me think I was seeing things. The girl came and went, and no one even looked her way, let alone spoke to her.”

I sigh. It was their plan all along. They set Eve up. Who was she going to tell? No one. Garrett never let her leave Carnage.

“I’m the reason Isabella tortured you the way she did during your training.” Her eyes fill with fresh tears.

I frown. “What? No, Eve…”

“Yes.” She sniffs. “I was down in the basement that night your fa‐ ther found you. I was…” She swallows. “I was in my cell when your mother killed herself.” The first tear rolls down her cheek. “The fol‐ lowing week, my imag inary friend showed up, and I told her I was in

trouble for playing in the basement.”

“Angel—”

“I told her everything, and she just sat there and lis tened. Don’t you see?” She cries. “Vivian must have told LeAnne, who then told Isabella. That’s why she threw you into the cell your mother was in.

I did that…” She points to herself.

“Stop, Eve.” I reach out and grab her, pulling her flush with my body. “That was not your fault.”

“I’m so sorry.” She buries her face in my shirt.

Grabbing her face, I push her away so I can look her in the eyes.

“You are not re sponsible for their actions, Eve.” She was a child when my mother died. I hate that she had to see that. But I will not let her blame herself. My wife wants to take re sponsibility for every‐ thing when she had no control. None of this is her fault.

“But—”

“But nothing. Do you hear me? It was not your fault. Say it,” I com‐ mand. “Tell me it’s not your fault, Eve.”

She sniffs. “It wasn’t…my fault.”

I pull her back into me, and she wraps her arms around my waist,

cling ing to me.

EVERETT I stand in Kashton’s bathroom paint ing my lips with Rouge Louboutin. Stepping back, I look over myself. I’m treating tonight as if I’m going to my rage room. Fuck, I miss destroying shit.

It had become my therapy. Then I re placed it with sex, but Kashton still hasn’t fucked me. I get it. Devin hasn’t cleared me, and he’s afraid of hurt ing me. After see ing my identical twin dead in a casket, I re alized ex actly how hard it must have been for him.

But tonight, I get to be me. The girl who had no voice, no choice, no will to live. I take that back tonight.

Evan is the last person to stand in our way. No more shadows, no more nightmares, no more look ing over our shoulders.

We get to move on with our life. En joy our mar riage. Fight like cats and dogs about stupid shit and fuck like we hate one another, know‐ ing damn well we love each other.

I have my hair off my face, pulled up into a high ponytail. I didn’t want it to get in the way. I’ve got a black corset on that Charlotte had to cinch up for me since I couldn’t do it myself. It’s a halter, so I don’t have to worry about my boobs falling out. My pants are high- waisted black leather that lace up the sides. And I topped it off with my platform boots.

I’m going to be getting bloody, so I went with all black. I walk through the bed room and out the door. Getting in the ele vator, I

close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“That’s a good dolly.”

It doesn’t matter what I do to Evan. I’ll al ways hear his voice and see his face. But this will help. I’ve told myself for years that I had healed—moved on. I was only lying to myself. The fact that I self- medicated with alcohol was the first sign.

The elevator dings, and I open my eyes to step out into the base‐ ment. For once the coldness doesn’t bother me.

Voices come to a stop when I push through the plastic curtains.

Kashton turns to look at me and smiles. “Hello, angel.” He walks over to me and cups my face. I can see the hesita tion in his eyes that he’s trying to hide. He’s ner vous for me. “You ready?”

“Yes.” Every victim at Dollhouse deserves to do this. Make them pay for what they did to all the innocents.

“I brought your boxes down. They’re on the counter.” He nods over to the wall.

“Thank you,” I say, and he gives me a soft kiss on the fore head.

“Bring him in,” he calls out.

I walk over to the counter, and Sin leans up against it. He smiles at me while hold ing out his pocketknife. I thank him and slice open the boxes.

“Where do you want him, Eve?” Ryat asks.

“I’ll start with him on his knees. Hands cuffed behind his back,” I re spond with a smile.

The sound of Evan strug gling fills the room, and I don’t have to turn around to know he’s gagged. I’ll be re moving that. The bastard will scream for me.

Grabbing what I want, I place it all out on a tray.

“You know…” Sin looks at what I’ve laid out. “I’m kind of an expert at pierc ing.” His eyes meet mine and he shrugs. “Just in case you want some help.”

I give a soft laugh and turn to face the room. Everyone is here. I wanted an audience. Evan allowed hundreds, possibly thousands to watch me get tortured on a live feed. They fuck ing paid to watch me beg for death.

So the more the mer rier is my motto tonight. Slipping the black gloves over my hands, I grab what I want off the tray and stand in front of Evan. His narrow eyes glare up at me from his knees and I smile. My heart is racing but it’s with excite ment.

Evan starts to strug gle, and I look up at Sin. I could use a little help for this part. “Can you hold his head?”

“Of course.” He practically skips to stand behind Evan and wraps his arm around Evan’s neck from behind, forc ing his head back. “Good enough?” he asks.

“Good enough,” I agree.

Then I place the clamp on his nose, and he flinches. I shove the needle through his septum, having to force it. I feel a pop, and Evan closes his eyes tightly. “That was harder than it looks,” I say. “But then again, I’m no expert. What do you think?”

Sin looks down at Evan’s bleeding nose and smiles. “Looks good to me.”

I re move the clamp and thread the pierc ing through the hole I just made. Stepping back, I turn to look at my husband. He’s lean ing up against the opposite wall, arms crossed over his chest. His pretty blue eyes appear sad, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips. He

knows what I’m doing.

“Will you string him up for me?” I ask.

He pushes off the wall, stepping into me, and kisses my lips ten‐ derly. “Of course, angel.”

I grab a few more things and toss over my shoulder, “Re move his gag, too, please.”

Seconds later, Evan spits out, “Fucking bitch.”

I laugh and place what I want on the tray, throw ing the used items into the sink. I’ll pick that up later.

I re turn to Evan and begin to place his flaccid dick into its new home.

“What the fuck?” he shouts, trying to look and see what I’m doing, but Kashton connected the chain hang ing from the ceiling to his new pierc ing. Just like Evan once did to me. “Eve,” he growls.

I throw my head back and laugh. Does he think he can scare me?

Make me stop? “The jailhouse chastity device,” I announce, sliding the cold metal ring and over his cock and balls to lay behind his scro tum. It’s a tight fit, so I have to shove them through it. Evan grunts and his hips thrust, trying to fight me, but he can’t move far unless he wants to rip his septum.

Then I slide his dick into the unforgiving metal before lifting the chastity device to connect it to the ring. I use the padlock to se cure the two sections to gether at the top.

“I hope that’s not too uncomfortable. I went with the smallest size.”

Not that I want Evan to think he has a big dick, but it came with

three different sizes. I want it to be fuck ing painful.

“I think it fits well.” Sin nods, encouraging me.

I smile at him and then unscrew the lid to the eye drop bottle. Tak‐ ing a quick look at my husband, he frowns when he sees what I have in my hands but doesn’t say anything. I was hoping it was down here, and as luck would have it, it was in the cabinet.

I hold the dropper upside down and squeeze the liquid onto Evan’s chest and stomach until there’s noth ing left.

Then I take my glove-covered hands and rub it all over.

Stepping back, I re move the gloves. “Now we let that soak in. It should only take a few minutes.”

Evan’s body trembles even though he tries to look unaffected. I know the truth. The blood dripping from his nose and the way he pulls on the cuffs that se cure his hands behind his back—he’s in pain.

“Look at that,” I say, staring at his dick. “It’s starting to grow. Like a garden.”

Fuck, re venge feels good. My body heats up more than it al ready was, and I can’t help the smile on my face. I feel giddy.

“It re minds me of a can of biscuits.” Sin observes Evan’s dick with a frown.

He’s not far off. “And what do you do with those?” I quiz him.

Sin looks at me and then at Ryat who shrugs.

“Anybody?” I ask, glancing around the room.

“Fuck you,” Evan spits out.

“Nobody?” I ignore him, and the guys shake their heads. I walk over to the counter and pick up the knife. “You pop them.”

Alex’s face goes white. Ryat pushes off the wall, and Haidyn runs a hand down his face, all of them re alizing what I’m about to do. My husband just stares at me.

Fuck, he turns me on, and he’s just standing there. His eyes drop to my chest before they meet mine, and I lick my lips. Is it bad for me to want Kash to fuck me in front of Evan? For my husband to play with me. Show Evan what a gooddolly I am for Kash? That I willingly want to be my husband’s toy?

“Se riously?” Colton speaks softly, getting my attention. I glance at him talking to Alex, who looks like he’s about to puke. “Keep it to‐ gether, man.”

I step back in front of Evan, and he glares down his nose at me.

“You will pay for this, you fuck ing bitch.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Pay? That’s why we’re here, Evan. I’ve al ready paid my dues. For a year, you tortured me. Punished me.

Raped me. Now it’s your turn. This is the first day of the rest of your life.” I take the Olfa slimline knife and slice along the top metal rings, cutting through the pro truding skin of his swollen dick.

His scream fills the basement, and I do the next. And the next.

Then the next. Until I’ve made six hor izontal cuts across his shaft that pushes through the rings.

Sin was right. It did look like a can of biscuits, but now it looks like an accordion that you want to squeeze to gether.

Blood drips from my hand and knife.

Evan pulls so hard, he rips his septum pierc ing out and falls to the floor. He scoots across the floor like a worm with nowhere to go while his screams continue.

My breathing is heavy and my skin tingles. “Fucking bastard.” I slam the heel of my boot onto his caged dick, and he bucks wildly.

“Use your dick now, Evan. Hmm? Be a gooddolly and beg me to come.”

I re move my boot and take a step back, need ing to calm down. I’m wound up. I’m supposed to be levelheaded. Calculated. That’s how Evan was with me.

“I’m impressed with your cre ativity,” Sin compliments over Evan’s wailing.

I smile and say, “Thanks, but I can’t take all the credit.” My atten‐ tion drops to Evan to see the bastard sobbing.

Tossing the knife into the kitchen sink, I put on a new pair of gloves and grab the last two things I need. Re turn ing to Evan, I squat down next to him and pop open the lid and pour the salt over his sliced dog.

Evan bucks and screams, so I sit on his thighs to try and keep him down, but he’s wild. Sin helps me by hold ing his back down with a

knee to his chest. “I know that stings like a bitch.” I smile. “Now I have to apply pres sure to help stop the bleeding.”

I rip the end of the tape from the roll and start at the base before wrapping the VHB tape all the way down and around his bleeding and salt-covered dick.

I wrap it five times to make sure it won’t slide off from the blood.

Re views said this was the stickiest tape on the mar ket. We’ll see if they were telling the truth.

Tossing the roll to the side, I stand and turn to leave. “Leave him like that.”

A hand touches my shoulder, and I jump, spinning around. “You’re okay,” Kashton assures me. His eyes search mine and I glance at the floor.

I’ve got to get out of here. I’m so hot I’m suffo cating. I take off to‐ ward the stairs.