Chapter 4

The rainwater entered her mouth, and it suddenly tastes very hot like a boiling threat, a confirmation that she's about to be cooked.

A Bugatti Divo is on that same road, opposite her, and the windows are down, showcasing the four.

Particularly, Warren is at the driver's seat, his long fingers drumming ominously on the steering as the dove came back to perch on the car roof.

His lifeless eyes are on Ixora who's still standing there like she just got her death sentence.

"The jalopy driver has to die. He had no damn right to kill her when she's ours to kill" Konstantin muttered furiously.

"Her partner is still alive, do the calms" Ashton replied beside him, looking at Ixora hatefully as he crushed his pop in his mouth.

They're both seated at the backseat.

Capri is beside Warren in the front seat. He's silent, but the hate in his eyes for Ixora is overweigh.

Warren's lips pressed to a thin line when Ixora turned around, and their eyes met with an electric impact - like two naked wires.

Her eyes widened.

He could nearly hear her rapid, scared heartbeats despite the distance between them.

That's right, she should be scared.

The pouring rain is a witness to this insanity that's about to begin.

Now that Evelyn - the main culprit, is gone, he'd have fun making Ixora's life a reference to pains and strife.

Oh... How sweetly wicked are his plans for her.

She'd cry like a child,

She'd beg like a starving dog,

And He. Won't. Fuckin. Listen.

Ixora's throat closed up tremblingly, but it found nothing to close on, so she swallowed emptiness, and Warren rolled up the car windows.

"Waste her damn life and let her follow her damn friend, seeing her alive and breathing is a turn off" Konstantin said from the backseat again, sounding impatient.

He's always impatient.

"Where's the fun in killing her?" Warren dryly replied, closing the gun drawer below the steering wheel.

"What do you mean?" Ashton asked, leaning closer to the back of Warren's seat.

"War probably wants to make her regret doing it, push her to the edge, frustrate, torment, and torture her endlessly till she commits suicide." Capri explained.

"Touché" Warren replied, bringing the car engines to life.

"Sounds like a better fun, but when it's time to do the torture, I'll be the one to give her the first slap. I can't stand that floozy" Konstantin said, rubbing the black bracelet on his wrist.

They all have the bracelet on their wrists. It's a representation of their friendship ticket to hell since they've vowed to stay together even after death.

They're not just friends, they're brothers from different mothers.

But besides the black friendship bracelet on Warren's left wrist, there's another bracelet on his right wrist, this one is beaded.

It's his family crest, belonging to the dark Creed family. His family.

"Did you just say you'd give her the first slap during the torture? She'd die, man. Your hands are steel you motherfûcker" Ashton replied, and Konstantin scoffed.

By now, Warren is already driving down the road, the rain wetting the car like a newborn.

Their bickering is not even entering his head.

He's collating a full list of things to do to Ixora, and the list is at number 20 in his head already.

"War, I made an arrangement for you at a cabin" Capri's voice filtered out.

"Let me guess, you booked a slût from your filthy porn magazine?" Konstantin replied.

"What else could it be?" Capri rolled his eyes back.

"War needs it though. Three years in jail without fuckin a whore is shitty" Ashton retorted, inserting another lollipop into his mouth.

"So... what's gonna be Kelsey's fate?" Konstantin asked.

"If she comes close, I'll kill her" Warren replied, his eyes hardening with each word said.

Two minutes later, he pulled up at the cabin site.

He came down from the car, and Capri shifted to the driver's seat, taking his place.

"Arrangements for tomorrow?" Ashton asked.

"I'll send the email, throw me a condom" Warren deeply replied, and Konstantin threw one pack at him which he caught.

Capri drove the guys away, and Warren finally pulled his hoodie down from his head, revealing his full face.

Lethally dark eyes, long dark hair as a result of not barbing in jail, sharp jawline which could possibly cut, tattooed neck and arms, tall legs and overall buff body.

He badly needs to get a haircut and have his old look back, but for now, he needs to fûck someone.

The cabin is located at the backtracks of a bushy alley, Capri's family owns too many of such cabins in this city.

Warren pushed the door open, and the creaking sound that followed made his long, thick brows pull poisonously.

He turned on the lights, revealing a lady, sitting nakedly in the sèx-bed.

Petite, but fully endowed in the right places, and her juices soaked the bedsheets as she's already too horny even before his arrival.

She's holding a paper which she pointed at him, and he took it without a word said, giving it a short glance.

It's a cleanness test result from the hospital. She's free of any infection.

"Please....I can't wait anymore" she took the paper from him and tried unbolting his belt, but he roughly peeled her hand away, and she landed back in bed with a bounce.

Warren pulled her left ankle, dragging her to the bed edge before getting his small gun which he placed threateningly on her throat.

She shook against him at the feel of the death metal, and he smirked like an hell-sent.

"You do not undress me, I do the honours, I call the shots, understood?" He addressed.