Chapter 3 Three

CHAPTER THREE:

Travis

I was beginning to get annoyed with all the sniffing coming from the back of the car.

What more did she want, huh?

It was Ryan’s bright idea that we do not blindfold her or even tie her up; it was part of the mind games, he said, to make her relaxed so that she never saw what was coming, and besides it’s not like she could even escape us always.

She would be dead before she even came up with an idea.

But even after all our gracious efforts, she was at the back of the car, slobbering all over the place, probably staining our chairs with her tears and making that annoying sniffing sound.

“I’m going to need you to shut your mouth before I do it for you!” I snapped.

She just nodded her head and tried to use her hands to clip her lips so that she wouldn’t make a sound.

I smirked.

She was pathetic.

I thought back to what Ryan said earlier. We would have so much fun breaking her soul, piecing it back together just to break it again until there was nothing left.

Lilith had no idea what she was in for.

I must say, though, her name really suited her.

Who would have given such a tempting name to such a little vixen that looked so pure you just want to taint her?

She was the definition of sin.

Her eyes — by the goddess — those wide brown doe eyes that made her look like a lost bunny; those clear eyes could not hide any emotion even if she tried.

What would she look like after we’d drained all of the light from her eyes? I was intrigued.

Her skin was smooth and I longed to mark it so deeply that it would show on her skin forever, scarring the perfect way it looked. And her lips, full, pouty lips that made me want to bite them till they bled.

Goddammit.

I could feel myself getting harder the more I looked at her through the rearview mirror, and I tried to reach down and adjust my hardness.

Ryan briefly looked at me and I glared at him. “Face the road, brother, before you get us killed.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” he said mockingly.

“You asshole!”

I raised my hand to punch him but he did not even flinch; he knew that.

Ryan never, ever let me drive and it always made me angry. He was always talking about how I was too reckless and would get us all killed.

Fair point.

I did like the thrill once in a while and maybe I was what one would call an adrenaline junkie, but still.

And to make it even worse, he liked to call me a Passenger Princess.

I wasn’t a princess; I was a force.

To some people I was their god and to others I am the devil himself.

But that didn’t scare Ryan, because in some ways the darkness in him was way worse than whatever darkness I could ever have.

People usually found that out too late and it was always fun to see the look on their face whenever they realized that simple fact.

I peeked at the rearview mirror and saw that Lilith had already fallen asleep.

I smirked. “Look at her, brother, sleeping so peacefully like we are not going to show her what we call her own personal hell on earth,” I said.

Ryan laughed out loud. “This will be a lot of fun, brother.”

I smiled.

It was rare to ever see my brother smile, even for a little bit. He always had this weird, intense look in his eyes as if he was Batman or something. It was eerily mysterious and, if I am being completely honest, downright disturbing.

If the very thought of torturing the little demon sleeping in the backseat was all it took to make him seem excited, then she would be in for a hell of a ride.

We soon arrived in front of the gate of our manor, and the gate opened after scanning our plate number.

The guards were already all lined up from the gate down to the front of the house. They looked cold, ruthless, with no single facial expression on their faces. That is how we wanted them to be at all times.

From the moment they decided to work for the Radars—my brother and me—they were stripped of their humanity. They were now soldiers that did whatever we wanted and if any one of them ever tried to betray us, then death would be a better sentence than what was to come their way.

It was the family motto after all: “pretium proditionis est sanguis” — the price of betrayal is blood.

We got down from the car and I moved over to the passenger seat to wake Lilith up. Ryan stopped me with a wicked smirk on his face. “I have a more fun idea.”

He waved one of our warriors over. “Yes, boss,” he said, head down and voice firm.

“Get me a bucket of ice cold water,” Ryan said.

“Right away, boss.”

As the warrior marched away I looked to Ryan with a smirk. “You are one wicked son of a bitch, you know that, right?” I asked.

“You are going to enjoy this as much as I am, Travis; don’t be modest,” he replied and I could not disagree there.

The warrior was soon back with the bucket filled with ice cold water.

Ryan opened her seat door and she only stirred slightly, avoiding the sunlight. He smirked. “Pour it on her,” he said.

I dumped the entire bucket of water on her in one go.

She shot up with a gasp, bumping her head against the door.

There were fresh tears in her eyes and she was shivering like a fish out of water. She probably thought that her tears had any effect on us but it only spurred the desire to hurt her even more.

Ryan tsked. “You made us ruin our car, little demon,” he said.

“We might just have to punish you.”