Monsters' Gift (Crude Hill High Book 2) by Sam Crescent (classic children's novels .TXT) 📕

“Please, I beg you, please.”

Getting up from my seat, I held the whiskey in my hand as I watched Gael and River each take a turn slicing into the man. He was a cop, one who had been working both sides. He thought to tame us monsters. He’d once worked for our parents, being the perfect little mole within the force. We’d long taken over and people needed to realize our parents were like Santa Claus. We were anything but. We were the real deal. People feared us more than they ever did our fathers. It was kind of funny when I thought about it.

The man bled, and Vadik chuckled, drawing my attention. He had a girl sitting in his lap. More important, it was the cop’s daughter. She was twenty years old, but she knew where real loyalty was. When she heard what her father had tried to do, frame us and bring the real law to our town, she’d come directly to us. Like all good minions, she was rewarded. This girl would have the mark of the Monsters. She’d be untouchable. It was rare for us to give our symbol to a girl, to anyone.

It was so hard to find loyalty in this day and age.

River stepped back, unzipped his fly, and began to piss all over the cop, who tried to swing out of the way.

His blood painted our floor so beautifully.

Gael did the same, and I heard a feminine squeal. Turning toward Vadik, I saw him kiss our guest, his hand cupping her tit. I waited, wondering what he would do. When he was done kissing her, and the girl in question had her legs spread, Vadik removed her from his lap and sent her on her merry way.

There would be no fucking tonight. There hadn’t been any fucking in a long time.

We’d all tried, though.

Emily’s memory was just too damn strong. She was in our blood.

Her presence was gone, long gone, but we all still craved her more than anything else.

Gael, seeing that Vadik still struggled, attacked our man again, this time, stabbing him repeatedly. With his anger, he rarely was easy to rein in, not that I wanted to. Our fathers had given us all an ultimatum, and well, that had been their mistake.

I smiled when I thought of my father, all of our fathers. They had believed we were controllable. Their biggest mistake was taking the one person who could keep us in line. Rather than bring her back, they’d stood their ground. They were old fools. Now at the ripe age of twenty-five, we’d taken their empire from them.

They were all still alive. We couldn’t exactly kill them, at least not yet. The fun was in showing each one how much they had fucked up. The mistakes they’d made. This town once had been a town for enemies to walk freely with the risk. Now, it was no more than a bloodbath.

We didn’t allow them to hide their true colors. We didn’t play pretend.

Nightmares were not confined to the dead of night.

It was real. Every single day.

“He’s dead,” I said, bored. This was the problem with letting Gael play. He always took it way too far, and look what happened. Our fun was gone for the day.

“Fuck,” Gael said. “Damn, he didn’t last now, did he?” He stood up, wiping the blood on his jeans.

Gone were the suits that had once been the symbol of good business. We only played the part for all our legal shit, but we paid good men to keep an eye on that. There was a time we’d have enjoyed running the businesses, playing both sides. Ever since Emily was taken from us, we’d only been content in the darkness. There was no room for light in our lives.

“He would have lasted if you showed any kind of control,” I said, draining the last of my whiskey. This was damn good stuff, but I wanted more.

“Oh, really, and you think you’ve got better control?” he asked.

“I know I do because I get to entertain myself for a lot longer than you.” I raised my brow as he came toward me.

We could fight. We were our only real competition. No one had been able to best us, and we’d killed one too many soldiers. When we beat the shit out of each other, our only agreement was no killing blows. It was a rush to hold back on one another.

There were times, though, I knew Gael and I wanted to kill Vadik and River. They had gotten a taste of her. They’d felt her tight cunt and knew how perfect she was. What did we get? Nothing. A few stolen kisses and the chance to watch. Nothing of any real importance. It pissed me off. Even as we’d taken over from our fathers, we all knew they still held the power and control over Emily’s life. Even if we were to kill everyone we knew associated with them, more would randomly appear. We were fucked no matter which way we worked it.

Emily’s life hung in the balance and none of us were willing to take that risk. Least of all, me.

“I guess you were always too quick. Never savoring anything,” I said, trying to goad Gael.

“Not tonight,” River said, pulling his blade from the man on the floor.

“Don’t even think to tell me what to do.” I swallowed my drink and stared at River, daring him to push me.

Of course, he would. Why not? He knew how angry I was. They all did. Most of my life I’d been lied to. We’d finally found a woman to complete us and what happened? Yeah, she was taken away from us.

I’d tried to find ways around it, but so far, all I’d come up