She's Yours

BLACK 

"She's yours." It repeats over and over in my head as a smile curls my lips. She steps farther back into the elevator, her eyes on me, scared. She should be. Sylvester and Alejandro brought me a new toy to play with, to teach him a lesson. It seems he disrespected Sylvester when he was approached about not paying up.

As I step forward, Alejandro's hand darts out and grips my bicep. I had just gotten started with the man when I heard the alarm, so I'm without a shirt, and he turns his lips down at that. "Don't go too hard on her."

I raise my gaze from his grip to his eyes. I would do anything for my brothers, but especially Alejandro. We know each other's pain, so we are closer than the others. We are two similar souls. "Thought you didn't care."

"I don't," he snaps, dropping his arm and storming away as Jake laughs, watching him stomp off.

"He's right though, Black. Test her, but don't break her, okay? I'm getting kind of used to the girl, so play with her, but don't kill her. I haven't had my chance to break her yet." He chuckles before he winks at my little bird and walks away, leaving me alone with her.

She gulps but tilts her head back, so filled with fear yet brave at the same time. I can't wait to peel it all back and see what lies beneath, and Sylvester just gave me the go ahead. They don't know the full extent of everything I do. I get results, and that's all they care about. They let me have my fun, let me do what I need to survive.

And Little Bird?

She's going to as well.

Stepping into the elevator, I press the button to take me all the way down again. I stare at her, and feeling her fear fill up the lift makes my cock harden in my trousers. Stepping closer, I suck in her sweet scent as she presses her back to the wall. I lean down and lap at the cut on her head, reopening it so it starts to bleed again. She squeaks, and I laugh as I step back.

"This is going to be fun, Little Bird."

The door opens, and I whistle as I turn and head into the labyrinth that is my den. It's dark and warm down here, just how I like it. I glance over my shoulder to see her uselessly pressing the elevator buttons. It won't move again without my card or hand. A security measure we put in place when someone broke free of their chains and made it to the lobby, wandering around covered in blood.

That was hard to explain to the police, it's a good job we own them.

"Little Bird, don't make me come back in there and get you," I singsong, and chuckle as she jerks her head up and peers out at me.

"Fuck this, fucking crazy ass," she mutters, as she storms out, moving in my direction. "You try to kill me, and I'll feed you your own balls. Okay?"

"Later, my love, right now we have someone to deal with. We can continue the ways you wish to touch me after." I wink and turn, heading back to the room I was in before, where the man is waiting, chained to the ceiling. He's already naked and covered in blood. He jolts awake when I enter, a moan leaving his throat as tears fall down his face. "Sorry about that, you understand how hard it can be to run a business and keep your woman happy, I'm sure."

"Not your fucking woman—oh my God!" Zamsii gasps as she stops at the doorway, her eyes going wide. She's horrified.

I pick up the knife I was using and point it at Davis. "This here is Davis. He not only insulted Sylvester and us, but also tried to have Alejandro killed." Tsking, I look back at the man. "You really are a fool."

"Wait, he tried to kill Alejandro?" Zamsii frowns, her eyes flashing in anger. Ah, there's the madness. Even though she tries to hide it, she's starting to like us and loathe us at the same time. But it's imperative she sees what betraying us looks like. What will happen to her if she tries to escape again.

She is ours now, she needs to accept it.

She can be one of us, a Cobra, or she can end up like Davis.

"For all the good it did him." I snort. "So, Davis, where were we? Ah, yes, you were going to tell me how much the Triad offered you, or I was going to cut off your nipples."

"Black," she snaps behind me, but I ignore her.

"So, little Davis?" I prompt, pressing the blade just under his nipple. He struggles in the chains, hopelessly tugging on them, crying once again.

Black," she yells, so I start to slice, making him scream.

A hand lands on my shoulder, and I whirl with a snarl. Holding the bloody knife to her throat, I back her into the wall. "Do not think you can save him, Little Bird. He dies here, but it's his choice how much pain he endures. We cannot let a threat like that stand. He tried to kill one of us. We are the Cobras, we do not die. We strike back. Get used to it, or be quiet. Like it or not, you're part of this now." Leaning down, I press the blade harder against her throat. "No one hurts us, no one. That includes you now. Do you really want to save this man's life?"

She swallows, cutting herself slightly on the blade and gasping, those lips I dream about parting. "I—"

"Would it help if I told you he raped his stepdaughter?" Her eyes fly wide, and I nod. "We do our research, Little Bird. This son of a bitch is a low life. I would still kill him if he wasn't, but I thought it might help you to know what he is—a monster. Do you know what monsters fear, Little Bird?"

"What?" she whispers shakily.

"The bigger monster," I whisper, licking her lips. "They fear me."

Leaning back, I remove the knife and let her breathe freely. Her breath whistles out unevenly from her lips as she stares at me, searching my face for answers. Answers she will only find inside herself. This is the moment. If she tries to save him, she's choosing her own fate. She will never be one of us, too weak to handle our life. And that means I'll eventually have to kill her. "Do you want to save him, Little Bird?"