She remained quiet. The woman–Alina Gardner–is Roxanne’s cousin. Her and Christopher were best friends. She’d actually fallen in love with Ryat–when Christopher kept calling to tell her how he’d k!ll him she got mad. Alina despised Meira as she knew Ryat had a thing for her, even though they’re supposed to be step-siblings. Alina wasn’t Russian, but she grew up there with Christopher and the real Yulia; the three of them are best friends, but Alina ran away to America where she then fell for Jax and stayed with him, Yulia joined the Mafia with her dad. She pretended to be Yulia in order to befriend Christopher since they had a falling out once, she knew he’d be of great help, but his betrayal because of Meira was unexpected.
It was a pity the hitman didn’t do his job right, she had wanted Syahla d**d because she k!lled her cousin–or that’s what she believes.
“I asked you a question,” Neon leaned closer.
Alina slipped her hand under the mattress without him seeing and pulled a kitchen knife out. She tried st@bbing Neon but he grabbed her wrist and kicked her in the face. “Get the bog wire!” he dragged her by her short hair across the room. He tore the sheet off her body leaving her n@ked then he and Bandit tied her with the bog wire. The sharp gray metal throns bore into her skin, blood started staining the carpet beneath her. Alina released hair-raising screams of agony into the air–the blood chilling sounds bouncing off the walls.
Meira covered her mouth at the sight, Bella left to go vomit. This was her second time seeing blood in real life, but the scene of display was so morbid and stomach-churning she couldn’t believe Neon and Bandit–whom she thought was an innocent potato–could do such a thing.
“What else do you know?” Ryat stomped in the man’s chest, all the air in his lungs flying out in a breathless gasp. “What the hell are you hiding?”
“They’re coming for you. The both of you,” he glanced at Neon and coughs dryly. “They’re already in town. Enjoy the time you have left here, cause when they’re ready there is nothing you guys can do to stop them. I’m not telling you Sh|t more. Figure it out yourself.”
Ryat’s eyes twitched, he looked at the door to see Meira staring at them in horror. This made Carnage even angrier, she wasn’t supposed to see this side of them–she was not ready yet. But it had already gone bad. “Leave, Little Dove,” he then glanced at Neon who looked back at him, then he turned to Venom and ordered, “Take her away from here.”
He nodded and went to gently walk Meira down a different hall as blood-freezing nightmare-inducing screams ripped through the air followed by loud pleads and much begging.
Katniss was right.
The Bloodlust B*st*rds aren’t who they seem.
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After Venom had taken Meira to her room and calmed her down a little, he left her in the care of a few maids and went into the kitchen. Neon and Carnage were helluva furious because Wolfgang had the audacity to touch, talk less of ejaculate on Meira’s P@?tië?–but the fury he felt inside worse than anything the world would ever see. Alina was the one who ordered for Syahla to be st@bbed. Woman or not, he was going to make her pay.
He placed a blue container on the marble island with red handles then placed a meat mallet inside, meat grinder, bottles of salt and hot sauce, and five porcelain bowls. He brought them all back to the room and met the boys beating the absolute demons out of the so-called married couple.
“Ayo Neon!” Venom called, his voice deeper than usual. He dropped the container on the ground and turned his head causing it to make a cracking sound. “Y’all and Carnage take the Füçker, the girl is mine.”
Carnage looked at Neon and Bandit, they smiled and all focused their attention on the man.
“Don’t Füçk with our Snow White,” Neon whispered, he brought white leather gloves from his pocket and went to the table. He opened a drawer and met a scissor there. “???’? ???? ?**? ???? ??? ???? ?????. Boys, hold him down for me,” Neon removed his pants and began cutting his d_1ck off.
His screams were heard from the mansion across the road. The man kicked violently and tried escaping but Ryat and Bandit were packed with muscles and excellently strong. They held him down until Neon was holding his d_1ck and swinging it. Meanwhile, Venom had his foot on the woman’s head as he used the meat mallet to bash into the side of her skull–with each hit it cracked further, pink brain tissues started splattering but the man was undeterred and therefore didn’t stop until it was nothing but mashed potatoes. His blood was still boiling with the heat of a trillion furnaces. Neon walked to the container and picked up the meat grinder, he brought it to the man and placed it on his chest.
He, and all of his friends, laughed maniacally as he lowered in into the shiny silver machine and began turning the handle–his d_1ck then came out at the front looking like the same meat used to make the patties in burgers. They afterward put him on the ground and held him down so that Ryat could use the axe and chop his head off clean. Blood was splashed on his smooth, sturdy abs. He used his blood soaked hand to touch them, and then smiled at Neon. Ryat picked the severed head up and threw it at him, Neon caught it and started juggling it like a football. As they began playing football with the head and laugh, Venom crushed the glass in the container then poured the salt and pepper in it. He then forced the still alive man to take it down his throat then finish cutting his balls off and squashed them with the mallet–he d**d shortly after.
Blood graced every wall, surface, nook and crany of the room–but the boys kept playing football with the human head. When they got bored they removed ‘Wolfgang’s’ eyeballs and stuffed them into the grinder along with his touch and fingers. Venom was using the axe to cut the woman into pieces–he and the other three were soaked in the raw coppery blood, and they basked and bathed in it.
This, is why they call them, the Bloodlust Bastards.
The maids heard the screams and kept their distance–wise decision. The boys may look happy because they bore sparkly smiles, but if people saw the darkness in their souls they’d commit s*icide from the trauma they’d receive.
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Lady Danger patiently waited in a 5-Star luxurious hotel she owned. She was sitting on a red couch with her legs crossed and hat covering her eyes, only her lips covered in black lipstick with a layer of sprinkle-filled lip gloss could be seen. On either side if her, behind the red loveseat she sat in, were her Underboss and Consigliere standing stoic-faced. A minute lady, the door opened and light poured into the room. It was a woman dressed in a gray bouffant dress, gray cone heels and her shoulder length straight hair gray at the tips. Even her nails and handbag were gray.
That was Lady Saw. The real Yulia–daughter of Mafia Lord, Wolfgang also known as Tsar. She was breathtaking petite damsel, her elegant shoulders blades were exposed and her slender neck. She had thin almond eyes and wore winged eyeliner. It would surprise everyone that she was in one of Lady Danger’s many dens–considering the fact that Lady Danger and Wolfgang were sworn rivals and enemies. Notwithstanding, the young and beautiful maiden walked to Lady Danger still cross-legged and smoking on the loveseat. Once she was standing before her with both hands holding her handbag, the other ‘Lady’ crushed her cigar in the tray made of rubies and rose to her feet. She was a good three inches taller than the Saw Mistress–who was 5’4″.
“Madam Danger, it’s been long since I last saw you,” she had a sweet and innocent voice that would fool anyone–but Lady Saw got her name from killing over two hundred and ninety men by sawing their heads off. “It’s good to see you.”
Lady Danger didn’t answer her. She walked to the girl while sliding out of her limited-edition Louis Vuitton jacket. Once she was standing a few inches away she possessively grabbed her throat and hauled her to her body, she wrapped her fingers around her neck then removed her hat. Donatella placed her forehead on Yulia’s then gave her a passionate kissed that briefly stopped her heart. The kiss was filled with raw and tender longing and desire–its been long since they’ve seen each other.
“?? ?????? ?????,” she whispered against her lips, her free snaking around her slim waist. “Did you miss me, ????? ????”
“Dona, I’m not sure if what you’re saying, but yes. I missed you too,” she tiptoed and wrapped her arms around her neck. Missing the woman she’d been dying to see in so long. “We’re in Falkon City now, we can see each other more often. Right?” her Russian accent was smooth and don’t miss a beat.
“Yes, my dear. I haven’t tasted you in a long time,” Donatella nibbled on her ear and felt Yulia grip her shoulders. “?? ???, ?????.”
“?? ????? ???????.”
They shared another sensuous kiss with the men in the background not even batting an eye at them. Who would dare interrupt a Mafia Queen and Princess when they’re doing their business?
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