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Darius’s teeth grinned as he shot West a glare.

West continued casually. "Benjamin’s doing well."

"Still talks too much."

"Mia still misses her dad."

A brief flicker of pain crossed Darius’s face causing West smile to widen. "And Yelena..."

Darius immediately looked away causing West to laugh. "Come on."

"What?"

"Don’t tell me you don’t want to hear about your wife."

"Shut up."

However, West continued. "She’s been leaning on me a lot lately."

~ Silence ~

"When she cries, I’m usually the one comforting her."

Darius clenched his teeth but West continued anyway. "Honestly, I spend so much time around her nowadays that it almost feels normal."

The chains rattled as Darius visibly struggled without any arms while West was enjoying every second of it.

"You know what’s funny?" He paused briefly before adding. "She trusts me."

"She calls me whenever she needs someone."

"Whenever she’s sad."

"Whenever she’s lonely."

Darius lowered his head as West leaned closer.

"And by the way..." a grin spread across his face. "Your wife has really amazing skin."

The chains suddenly rattled violently as Darius snapped his head up.

"Watch your mouth."

West laughed loudly. "What?"

"I’m just making an observation."

Darius looked ready to kill him if he still had arms and wasn’t hanging from chains.

"Seriously... I understand why you were obsessed with her."

"She’s beautiful."

"Damn beautiful."

"DON’T TALK ABOUT HER."

West ignored him again.

The more upset Darius became, the more amused he looked.

He suddenly waved his hand dismissively. "Oh, wait."

"I haven’t even gotten to the best part."

Darius stiffened as West’s smile somehow became worse. "Recently she called me."

Darius narrowed his eyes. "Called you for what?"

West rested his cheek against his palm. "The cemetery."

A brief defeaning silence followed as Darius stared while West kept smiling. "Yeah... the cemetery."

"The exact place where everyone thinks you’re buried."

Darius’s expression slowly changed as West kept narrating. "We spent a while talking."

"She cried," West shrugged. "I comforted her."

"And then..." West grin widened further. "We kissed."

Darius stared at him before letting out a disbelieving laugh. "You’re lying."

West smiled. "Nope."

"You’re lying."

"Nope."

"You expect me to believe that?"

West leaned back. "I don’t really care what you believe."

Darius shook his head. "No."

"No."

"No."

"There’s no way."

West burst out laughing. "Oh, this is fantastic."

Darius glared. "You’re making it up."

West stood up still smiling. "You know what’s funny?"

"What?"

"I knew you’d say that."

West reached into his pocket and Darius’s expression grew even more tensed as West pulled out his phone.

West turned the screen around and showed it to him.

The smile slowly disappeared from Darius’s face. "No."

West unlocked the phone with a casual swipe. "No."

He tapped into the gallery and selected the video file.

"No."

The screen turned around, filling Darius’s vision with the raw footage.

The underground chamber fell into absolute silence with color draining from Darius’s face as the video played.

Yelena lay bent over his tombstone with her blonde hair whipping wildly while West hammered into her from behind.

Her ass rippled with every intense thrust as wet skin slapping sounds rang out. West’s cock drove deep into her pussy again and again, stretching her open.

Yelena’s moans echoed through the recording, high and broken. "Fuck... West... right there... don’t stop..."

Darius’s lips moved without sound. "My Yelena... I’ve only been gone a month..."

The video continued showing West gripping her hips and slamming harder causing his balls to slap against her.

Yelena’s body jolted forward with each thrust with her tits swinging beneath her. She pushed back greedily, taking every inch.

"Yes... ruin me... fill that pussy..." Her voice sounded nothing like the woman Darius remembered.

She had never looked this lost in pleasure when he fucked her. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth hung open and drool slipped from her lips as West pounded without mercy.

West pulled out and flipped her onto her back on the cold stone. He shoved back inside, folding her legs up and driving down into her.

Yelena screamed in ecstasy, squirting around his cock causing clear fluid to spray across the tomb. "Oh god... I’m cumming... again..." West kept thrusting through her orgasm causing her pussy to gush.

He leaned down and kissed her hard while he fucked her through it.

Darius watched every second as the chamber around him stayed dead silent except for the faint drip of water somewhere in the dark.

His wife on screen looked completely gone. Her blonde hair matted with sweat and her body trembled as West used her. West pulled out and stroked his cock over her, painting her stomach, tits, and face in thick cum.

Yelena moaned and rubbed it into her skin, licking her fingers clean. "So much... fuck..."

After the video ended, Darius hung from the chains, armless and broken, staring at the blank screen. His mind replayed the image of Yelena’s dazed expression, her body shaking under West’s relentless thrusts.

"She never made those sounds for me... never came like that..."

West pocketed the phone without a word. The only sound left in the chamber was the distant echo of Darius’s rough breathing.

This footage was more than enough to destroy every excuse Darius had been desperately clinging to.

West watched the realization happen in real time.

The denial vanished first, then the anger and disbelief. Next came the grief.

Darius’s entire body sagged as the fight left his eyes.

For several seconds he simply stared at the screen, motionless, then his head slowly lowered and he began to cry.

West had seen him angry, arrogant and hateful but seeing Darius completely broken was new and strangely satisfying.

West leaned back against the wall watching as the sound of Darius’s quiet sobbing echoed through the chamber.

"Please..." he muttered weakly.

West tilted his head. "Hm?"

"Just kill me... I can’t... I can’t take it..." Darius couldn’t even lift his head anymore.

West smiled because this was the exact moment he was waiting for but before he could respond...

Grrrrttzzzz~

His phone rang.

West glanced down while holding the phone up.

~ Aria ~

Immediately, he answered. "Aria?"

Her voice came through instantly with urgency attached. "You need to get here now."

West straightened. "What happened?"

"It’s the Iron Vultures."

His eyes narrowed. "What about them?"

There was a brief pause before Aria answered. "They’re here."

West’s expression changed immediately. "At the base?"

"Yes."

The amusement vanished from his face. "What do they want?"

"I don’t know yet," Aria sounded worried. "All I know is that... its not looking good."

West’s eyes narrowed. "How many?"

"A lot."

The answer earned a frown from him.

West looked over at Darius and noticed that the broken man had heard enough to realize something was happening.

A tiny spark of hope appeared in his eyes...

West noticed immediately and smiled... the kind of smile that promised problems.

"I’ll be there soon."

He ended the call and looked over at Darius.

For several seconds they simply stared at one another before West finally pocketed his phone.

"Looks like playtime is over for now," he turned and began walking toward the exit.

The heavy metal door opened but before stepping through, he glanced back one final time.

"Don’t go anywhere."

The door slammed shut behind him, leaving Darius alone in the darkness with his thoughts and what he had just seen.

•••

•••

The atmosphere outside Shadow Reapers Headquarters had become suffocating.

More than a hundred awakened stood beyond the walls surrounding the base.

Weapons reflected the afternoon sun while branches activated one after another.

Bloodlines manifested, transformation users partially morphed while summoners called forth creatures.

The entire area looked less like a gang confrontation and more like a battlefield moments away from erupting into war.

At the very front stood Bloodstain and beside him was his right-hand man.

Around them were both Iron Vultures’ strongest remaining members and the ones that had returned recently after Bloodstain promised them a giant payment if they took Shadow Reapers down.

Their expressions were ugly and their eyes were filled with fury, humiliation and hatred.

Weeks of losses had piled up one after another... ruined operations, stolen loot, collapsing reputation, financial crisis. Everything pointed back to one place... Shadow Reapers.

Bloodstain stepped forward and pointed toward the massive gates. "We have come to take back what belongs to us!"

A roar erupted from the crowd. "We will tear Shadow Reapers apart!"

"We will reclaim everything that was stolen!" Another roar rang out.

The awakened behind him began raising weapons and activating abilities.

The pressure became increasingly intense as Bloodstain’s voice echoed again. "Bring me West Einstein!"

The crowd roared. "Bring him out!"

"Bring him out!"

"Bring him out!"

The chanting spread throughout the gathering, displaying a honestly terrifying sight.

Inside the Shadow Reapers base, things weren’t much better.

The newer recruits looked nervous because even though the Iron Vultures were weakened... they still had a lot of forces out there.

Many of the recruits had never participated in anything remotely close to this.

A few stood by windows nervously peeking outside.

One young man swallowed hard. "There are so many of them..."

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