Death & Redemption: Deceiving Her: Book Three, page 25
“Good, you’re learning. You may speak.”
“Obviously, I’d prefer the short and sweet option,” Anton replied.
“Yes, I thought that you might,” I replied.
I nodded to Zach and Drew, who rushed from the room. They returned thirty seconds later carrying a bench. This wasn’t just any bench, however. It was a leather studded sex bench, slightly modified. I had Colton grind the dull studs into sharp points. Anton eyed the bench apprehensively as they set it in the middle of the room.
“Hey, Tyler?”
“Yes, my love?”
“About how many rapes of men, women, and children do you think Anton has facilitated over the years?”
“Oh jeez,” he replied, sucking in air through his teeth. “Hundreds? Probably thousands.”
I nodded. “You see, Anton. That’s why I struggle with what to do with you. Short and sweet is too easy. You deserve to experience a fraction of the pain you’ve caused before your death.”
Sean started chuckling from his chair as he caught on to where I was going with this, and I flashed him a smile before nodding at Zach again.
Anton’s eyes followed Zach as he ran out of the room. I could tell he was starting to get nervous, and he was about to be a whole hell of a lot more nervous in a few short minutes. I grabbed my trusty knife and torch and began the familiar process of heating it.
“Your victims deserve some form of justice—all of those poor people you exploited and sold like animals. I warned you. I told you to stop your operations within my city, and you refused. And now, well now, you’ll quickly wish that you had heeded my warning.
Zach ran back into the room, gleefully carrying two thrusting machines with good-sized dildos attached.
Anton looked at the machines Zach was holding and then at the bench and back. I saw the moment he put the puzzle pieces together and couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “No! You can’t! I’ll fucking kill you, you whore! You can’t do this to me! I have rights! You’ll never get away with this. Someone will find out!”
I laughed. A full-on belly laugh, stunning Anton into silence. “You have rights? So did they! You didn’t give a shit about their rights; why the fuck would I give a shit about yours?”
“Please, Layla,” Anton begged. “I’ll do anything, accept any other punishment. Do you want money? I’ll give you all my money, just don’t do this!”
“How many times have you heard and ignored that plea from others?” I asked. “How many fucking children begged for their parents or for someone, anyone, to save them, and you ignored them?”
“They weren’t all children!” Anton screamed.
I turned to face him. “How many?” I asked softly.
“I don’t know,” he replied.
“Bullshit. A man like you would keep track of his commodities to know where the real money-makers were. How many children have you sold to monsters?”
Anton started to cry. “Don’t make me say it,” he begged.
“How many?”
“Around three hundred and forty-two,” Anton sobbed.
“You sick son of a bitch,” Colton swore.
My stomach lurched at the number. So many sweet babies were destroyed by monsters, and there were so many more out there that I couldn’t help, that I couldn’t avenge. But I could do this. I could make Anton pay for what he’s done, for the evil he represents in the world.
“Strip him,” I ordered.
Anton fought valiantly, but he was no match for four angry men. I pulled on a pair of latex gloves as they pulled his clothes off and heated my blade again.
“Hold him still,” I said when he was naked. I grabbed a hold of his dick and pulled it away from his body before slicing it off. Anton screamed, so I shoved it into his mouth to muffle the sound. “Hold this, I’m not done yet,” I said. I passed the knife through the torch a few more times and then gripped his balls and cut them off as well. That seemed to be the extent of Anton’s threshold for pain as he passed out. “Wake him up,” I said as I grabbed his dick and tossed it into the shark tank along with his balls. I didn’t even care that he didn’t get to watch. We were well past psychological torture.
Drew got the smelling salts and cracked them under Anton’s nose.
He awoke suddenly but still in a daze as he looked down to see he was as anatomically correct as a Ken doll. “You fucking cunt,” he slurred. “I’m going to—“
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Zach said, “you’re going to fucking kill her, blah, blah, blah. You may as well save your voice. You’ll be screaming a lot in a minute.”
At my nod, they moved Anton to the sex bench. He screamed as the studs punctured his skin. Once they had him strapped to the bench, we set tables up on either end of Anton and placed the machines on them. After a few adjustments, we were ready.
“You don’t deserve this,” I said to Anton as I coated both dildos with lube, “but I also don’t want you to die too quickly and cut your suffering short.” With Zach’s help, I made the final adjustments on the machines and inserted both dildos. I took off the gloves and stepped back to appreciate my work. Blood was already dripping from the bench from the studs. I approached Anton’s head and bent down to meet his eyes. “If you survive this, I’ll let the wolves at you next.”
“Ok, they’re on. We just have to plug them in,” Zach said excitedly. I’d question how he could feel excitement over this, but it was all my idea in the first place, and none of us could deny Anton deserved every bit of it.
I took the plug from him and jammed it into the wall. Anton’s muffled screams filled the room as he was violated. I managed to walk out of the room, but as soon as I was in the hall, I ran for the trash can in the observation room and threw up. Colton reached me first and held my hair back as Tyler rubbed my back. When I finished, Drew handed me a tissue. I looked at each of them as I stood.
“I want his fucking clients. Every single sick fuck he serviced. I don’t care how long it takes,” I growled.
Epilogue
Layla
Four Months Later
Ianxiously looked at the crowd as I held the ridiculously oversized scissors. After nearly a year since starting this endeavor, the first shelter was finally opening. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something would go wrong again. I knew it wouldn’t; all of my enemies were long dead and shark shit. Anton was the last one on my list, and he ended up bleeding to death as two dildos turned his insides to mush. Thankfully, I didn’t have to go down and help clean it up. Once Anton was gone, everyone could come out of hiding, and everyone I loved was here today to celebrate with me.
Brandi was still pretending she didn’t have the hots for her guards, whom I officially permanently assigned to her, much to her annoyance. They needed more time with her to break down her walls. Monika and her four men were there as well. She seemed a little off these days. I suspected something was happening with the Triple Skulls that I wasn’t aware of. I’d have to press her later and make sure she remembers that I will always have her back, and her problems are my problems. I shifted my gaze to Kadence. Her life was still lacking the stability she needed, but I knew she would be ok. She had a couple of pretty great men who adored her.
Jen and Autumn were back in our lives, though they no longer lived with us. They lived with their Seals. It’s funny how people come together. Things between me and Autumn were quickly resolved when she saw Sean for the first time. We didn’t tell her that I thought he was dead. I waved her forward to join me. “Want to help me cut the ribbon?”
“Yes!” she said excitedly, grabbing onto the scissors she had been eyeing all afternoon.
Finally, my eyes fell on my forever family. Cordy, who had always been like a mother to us, stood with my men, who beamed proudly at me. We may not be the most upstanding citizens, but we are good people and try to help those in need whenever possible. I felt more blessed every day with them. We lost a lot of good people to get where we are today, but we managed to come out of it stronger than ever.
“Hurry up and cut it so we can eat, wolf lady!” Mac yelled as he bent to pet Dash and Dire, making everyone laugh. As a beam of sunshine split through the clouds, I smiled, knowing the heavens were smiling down on us today. I love you too, Daddy.
I looked at Autumn. “On three. One. Two. Three.” Together, we cut the ribbon, and everyone cheered.
“That was more exhausting than I expected,” I said hours later as I walked to our front door.
“Yeah, it was,” Colton replied stiffly.
“Ok, what’s up?” I asked them as I paused with my hand on the doorknob. “You guys have been quieter than normal since we left the shelter.”
“Let’s just go inside,” Sean prompted.
I sighed. Whatever it was, they’d tell me when they were ready. I opened the door and gasped. The foyer was covered in flowers. Rose bouquets covered every available surface and rose petals covered the floor and stairs. “What in the world? What did you do?” I asked as I spun to look at them. “Oh my God!”
All five of my men were down on one knee, and Colton held a ring box open. Inside was a stunning diamond ring with five stones surrounding it.
“Layla Grace Romano,” Colt said, “you are by far the most infuriating woman we’ve ever known.”
“You’re also the most generous and compassionate woman we’ve ever known,” Drew said.
“I first fell in love with you right here in this room,” Zach said. “A tiny little warrior ready to defend an abused boy she had just met.”
“Every day, you teach us how to be better men. How to be better humans,” Tyler continued.
“We love you for all the things that you are, and we always have,” Sean said. “Will you please do us the greatest honor of allowing us to become your husbands for the rest of our lives?”
My heart swelled and overflowed through my eyes as tears trailed down my face. “Yes!”
They surged forward and surrounded me, taking turns kissing me, and at some point, Colt managed to slip the ring on my finger.
“Wait! Can I legally marry all of you?”
“You’re the Queen of Atlantic City,” Zach reminded me. “I’m pretty sure you can do whatever you want.”
“But legally, no. We can still have a wedding and say our vows in front of our loved ones,” Tyler said. “Who cares if it isn’t legal? We don’t need a piece of paper to tell us what we already know and feel in our hearts.”
“To the bedroom so we can celebrate!” Zach cheered, throwing me over his shoulder and running upstairs.
Halfway up the stairs, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” Colt sighed, turning around and heading back down the stairs.
We were almost to the bedroom when we heard Colt yell.
“LAYLA! WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A MAN HERE WITH A FUCKING TIGER CUB?!”
Oops.
One Year Later
“She should wear it up,” Brandi stated.
“Her hair is too pretty. It should be down,” Monika argued.
“Why not just compromise and do half of it up?” Kadence proposed.
“Or we could ask Layla what she wants,” Jen suggested.
“Guys, I don’t care what my hair looks like, and neither do the guys,” I said, moving from between them.
“Just because it isn’t a legal wedding doesn’t mean you can’t look the part,” Kadence argued. “That dress deserves good hair.”
“I think you’ll look pretty no matter what,” Autumn said with a dreamy sigh.
I looked at myself in the mirror. The white wedding dress I had picked was on the simpler side, but I looked stunning in it. “Let’s just leave it down. It’s a wedding on the beach, so we’re going for a more casual feel.” We were standing barefoot in a tent, for goodness sake. This wasn’t the Ritz.
“I still can’t believe you picked this date to get married,” Brandi laughed.
I shrugged. “It seemed appropriate.”
“Boss,” Keith said, sticking his head inside the tent, his eyes shut tightly. “It’s time.”
“Thank you, Keith. Ok, ladies, out you go. I’ll see you down there.” They left the tent, and I took calming breaths as I heard the music start.
Keith waited outside the tent to walk me down the aisle. “Ready?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” I grinned. I whistled for Dash and Dire, who flanked us.
I placed my hand on his arm and lifted my skirt as we made our way to the beach and my men. I tried to take in all the familiar faces that had come to witness our union. Cordy was already bawling. Keith had become a permanent resident of the house, staying in her quarters. I was delighted for them both. Sean’s parents were there. His mom was the most darling woman I had ever met, and I looked forward to getting to know them better over the years.
My attention shifted to my men, dressed in tuxes and waiting for me at the end of the aisle with varying degrees of awe on their faces.
I was supposed to marry Anton eight years ago today, but instead, I had to leave my home and run for my life.
My life took an interesting detour, to say the least, but it brought me right back to where I had always belonged.
To my city and my home.
Because as long as I’m with them, I’ll always be home.
Acknowledgements
I’d first like to thank you, the reader, for loving Layla as much as I do. She’s been kicking around in my brain for a couple of years now, and I’m so happy that I’ve had the chance to tell her story. Fear not, you will see more of her in the other Renegade’s stories. I expect to write and publish Jen and Kadence’s stories in 2025.
I’d like to thank my alpha team for sticking with me and helping me tell Layla’s story in the best way possible. You ladies rock!
Finally, I’d like to talk about the underlying topic lightly explored in Deceiving Her. Anton was a horrible human and thankfully, completely fiction. I’ve never gone quite so dark before, but I wholly feel the punishment fits the crime. Human Trafficking is a real epidemic both in America and abroad. There are many Anton’s out in the world and even more victims who may never make it home. Anyone could become a victim of human trafficking if they find themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Be vigilant, be aware of your surroundings, and be safe! For more information on human trafficking, what to look for, and how to help, please see this article: https://www.state.gov/20-ways-you-can-help-fight-human-trafficking/
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