Semua Bab C.H.A.O.S.: Bab 91 - Bab 100

RazorThis is no fun. Jasey boy hasn’t replied to any of my pictures, not even the one of Ransom’s purdy eye bobbing around in my little canning jar.I can’t help but stare at my trophy as I carry it around. I had my crew meet me at this house shortly after my little pet storm showed up to tell me that C.H.A.O.S. and Tempest were hitting Zen tonight.It's finally time for the Damned Forsaken to become the rulers of this port city. I’m all giddy with excitement!“Woo Boy! Alright let’s get this meeting started!” I shout.I then tug on the leash in my hand, making my pet stumbled beside me. I got him collared like the good lil’ pet he is.“Be a good boy and tell ‘em what you told me,” I command.He tries, but he only croaks. His throat is raw from my hand being around it. The bruises are already showing. I may have been a little rough with him.

Ransom It’s nothing new to be betrayed by Carson. Anymore, it’s expected. He was never loyal to us or his twin sister. I’m not even sure he is dedicated to his friends in Tempest. I would say he isn’t faithful to the Death Kings, but that isn’t true. Even though Carson has severe Stockholm Syndrome, he still feeds Ryder information to ensure the Death Kings stay one step ahead. So, no, I’m not shocked he is here or has been giving Grothman inside information about C.H.A.O.S. and Tempest. What surprised me was the bruises on his half-naked body and his being chained to a collar with a stars-damn leash. When Jase collars and leashes, it’s fun. I don’t mind being his hound, but when we play, Jase has never once abused me like what has been done to Carson. Did Razor ever give him a safe word? Probably not, since his play isn’t sexual regarding men. It’s mental. Mine is Dorayaki. It’s my favorite dessert I get whenever I visit Japan on business with Ryder. They are mini pancakes that sa

Jase“What were you thinking, getting shot?” Ransom yells at me as I attempt to staunch my bleeding shoulder.I glare at him for daring to use such an indignant tone with me, acting as if I purposefully got shot to inconvenience him. “Watch it, Hound,” I snarl at him, already enraged about being shot in the first damn place. Then I look at him and see the large patch on his eye. I searched him for other wounds, but I couldn’t tell underneath the long-sleeved black shirt, bulletproof vest, and black cargo pants with combat boots on his feet if he was injured anywhere else. I touch his face with a bloody hand over the patch.“You can give a thorough inspection later, Daddy. Right now, we need to get out of here,” he says with a suggestive wink, causing my dick to tent my black jeans.

Lachlan"I'm exhausted. I'm taking Uncle Jax's fruit snacks and going to bed," Carley says with a yawn. "Take Air with you. I'll help you get him to bed," Weston suggests. Arson fell asleep in his chair due to the morphine drip Ryder had given him earlier. So I'm glad Weston is going with them. "Sounds great," Carley yawns and I gather up the giant box of fruit snacks Sidhe brought. He claimed that keeps a stash of juice boxes and fruit snacks in his car for his baby nephews. I don't doubt that, but I also know Sidhe, they are more for him than his nephews Kassius and Darius. He only sees Darius once a month when they go visit Gator's mother in Grele. "I'll walk you out. I'm going to stay and keep an eye on the other two," I inform them. "Somebody sober should," Weston says pointing his chin and Doc Fox and Gator who are drinking whiskey straight from the bottle. This going to be an interesting night with some mixing alcohol with pain meds and others getting crossfaded like the

Ransom"Look, boss, we didn't find Grothman's body. I've told you that daily for weeks now. The cops said he was dead, but he wasn't in that cave where Carley said he would be." Colton's words send a sense of foreboding into me as he talks with Ryder. He'll be back.