All Chapters of C.H.A.O.S.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RansomMy head is pounding. I can't believe the little weasel blindsided me. I can't even move my hands because they are zip-tied behind my back. I want to check for a bump or a cut now.Oh, no... wait. I'm bleeding. It's running down my left eye.Okay, now for a body scan to see if I'm injured anywhere else. My head hurts, check. The neck is delicate. My shoulders are aching, but otherwise okay. Fingers aren't numb, so the wrist restraints aren't too tight. I test the zip-tie, feeling the burn of it digging into my wrists. The only way I'll get my hand out is to break it—last resort. Ribs are fine, hips are fine, and the rear end feels cold. That might be because my whole body is smooth as a newborn, and the skirt is pulled around the top of the globes of my butt cheek. I hope this guy hasn't noticed my tucked dick yet. It's okay, by the way. My knees are fine. I can feel the cold bite of handcuffs around my bare ankles. My feet are freezing, so I'm shoeless.I wonder what happened t

Razor   I was probably a tad harsh on my pet, but a lesson had to be learned, and as his master, I had to administer the punishment. He knew better than to talk to his master like that. I would enjoy breaking this particular psychopath strapped to the bed in the home of two of my favorite members. He is snarling at me right now like a rabid dog. I touch his hair, removing a piece from his eyes, only to have him snap at me, almost reaching my hand. “Aren’t you a bad dog? No manners on you, no. But I’m gonna teach you, me. I’ll teach you to be a good boy jus’ like Carter. Ma lil’ pet storm won’t anything without ma say so. He did argue wit’ me, so I had ta teach him a lesson. Remind him who his master is.” Ransom stares at me with blank, ice-blue eyes. No emotion. Pretty eyes. He Ringed pale blue eyes with a starburst of ocean blue around the pupils. I wouldn’t mind keeping one of them as a trophy. I grin. I’m g

Ransom“My pet serial killers haven’t returned. What do you make of that?” Razor asks, sitting beside me on the bed I’m strapped down on.I grunt, shaking my head since I cannot do much else gagged. He snaps a picture of him washing my neck with makeup remover to reveal the hidden tattoos.This stars-damn fucker keeps ruining my makeup! It makes me furious. Well, my version of furious is murdery. Murdery, for me, is a simmer, not a full rolling boil angry like Jase gets.“I’m enjoyin’ teasin’ Jasey Boy. He is easy to rile up.” I glare at him as he sends the picture to Jase.Yeah, I know. Getting a rise out of Jase is one of my favorite pastimes as his Sub.I don’t know that Jase realizes he is a Dom. He is a good one, too, always taking of Carley or me. Except for that one time he was mad at me. The others had t

Carley“I have help coming that Tempest can’t know about. Although the guys will try to keep you out of this because you're pregnant, you'll still be part of the rescue." Ali says while I wash my hands after patching up three more men. She is right. Even if I had to sneak out of this fortress, I would rescue my dark knight or our Daddy.It’s fun to refer to Jase as Daddy because it makes him instantly hard while firing him up for sex. He has been getting creative with punishments for Ransom and me behaving like brats. I love it. However, it’s been three long months since Ransom could physically join.“Come with me to go pick our team members?” Ali asks.Natalie Jamison, aka Ali, is an English schoolteacher and Riding Instructor at Raider Preparatory Academy. She is also known as the first Cards Royalty Queen. She was the Queen of Spades, known as Blood Angel. Now she is referred to

ArsonThis is humiliating. Tee is carrying me on his back while climbing up a cliff. I must rely on my family to do things I usually could.But until my nerves, muscles, and tendons heal that were torn by the bullet. I’m paralyzed from the waist down. I can’t even have sex right now if I want to. Doc Fox had equipped me with a portable catheter for a few weeks.I refused to sit this out, so here I am, an extra sniper to cover Sidhe’s blind spots. I’ll have the better vantage lying atop this cliff that overlooks the side of Zen’s beach house. Besides, I can’t sit in a window looking out of a scope. I might have; had we brought my wheelchair, but Jase pointed out it would draw too much attention.We reach the top, and Tee sits down so I can sit in the dirt. “I can get set up,” I say, swinging my rifle around from my back to the front as Tee stands away.“You sure ’bout dat?&