Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Twenty One

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I watched her storm away, my gaze unable to latch onto anything other than how f*****g perfect she was and how badly much she had overturned part of my life. Although she still had a ways to go, Emilia was trying to kill me. She was actually thinking-planning- weighing her options and re-strategizing with every failure.

The realisation of her efforts had been f*****g exhilarating but not as much as watching her fearlessly come at me. Grown men, massive corporations and organizations. None of them had shown the dedication and balls that my wife possessed.

“Oh, she looks f*****g furious, brother.”

Diesel’s voice sounded from beside me, his words concurring with my thoughts. A smirk stretched across my lips.

“f*****g perfect. Sexy as hell, huh?”

I muttered, earning a shrug and an understanding chuckle from the most unhinged Sin amongst us all. He was the last person who would question my fascination with my wife. Not when he was currently fixated on her best friend.

“I expected Christian to come. Thought you would be a little too occupied with your new pet.”

I stated once we engaged in a bro-hug. It was not that I did not like to spend time with my brother. His presence, though unsettling for many, usually grounded me. He was like me in many ways and vice versa.

We understood each other’s depravity in a way that neither Kenji, Christian or the other Sins could truly comprehend. The stench of Death was on all of us but was especially strong on Diesel and I.

He seemed annoyed at my question, going as far as to release a snort of derision at the mention of our brother and his new toy. The reaction peaked my interest enough to give me pause, everything else forgotten.

“Well, Christian had some impromptu company meeting that he couldn’t skip out on. At least that’s the BS reason he gave to cover up the fact that he’s having some orgy party at his place and begged me to come instead. Bastard interrupted my time with my pretty little bird but I think some space was also necessary on that front.”

His annoyance at our brother’s proclivity to wild s*x parties was replaced with genuine surprise that Ashley Wilder actually wanted space from him.

Diesel’s obsession had spilled over to her work as he followed her in secret every single day and night. It was unsettling, more so for the woman who had recently retaliated by calling the police on him after finding him lounging on her bed.

He really has no clue or finesse when it comes to women...I’m not one to talk, though...I forced my wife to marry me after all...

“Gee, I wonder why she would need that. You’ve been going a little too hard when it comes to her, brother. Is she really worth all that trouble? We also wouldn’t want her to know too much of our world.”

I silently warned, my gaze holding his Amber eyes in place. He knew what I was talking about. He was weakening her resolve, showing her that no one could question his authority.

The policemen had left as soon as they saw him, none of them listening to her pleas. It was the reality of our position in this world. We held power and influence over many, including law enforcement and beyond.

But showing her this power...he was exposing her to our world...

He didn’t seem to register this, though. His eyes were alit with wonder, absolute enthralling as he recalled the memories he had made with his new pet. It was clear that anything I would say would not matter to him. He was too far gone and pushing Diesel wasn’t usually the best of ideas.

“She challenges me, brother. Defies me at every turn. Tell me that doesn’t bring you a rush of unexplained annoyance and pleasure. Tell me that Emilia’s stubbornness hasn’t enchanted you. We have never met anyone so brave, so willing to come up against us knowing the power we hold. I can’t let go of her. She’s my good, little pet. And I know you would never let go of Emilia, whether she manages to kill you or not and she seems to be taking that particular challenge pretty seriously.”

Diesel grinned wildly as he gazed at the Swiss army knife that my guard had holstered once more, clearly embarrassed and annoyed to have been bested by my wife.

I couldn’t really blame the guy. She had done the same thing to me once and the crash of emotions afterwards had been both annoying and thrilling.

“f**k, if only Ashley could embrace her insanity like your little pet has. I can see the potential in her, brother. She has Demons as dark as ours. She’s just too f*****g scared to release and channel that rage. But I will reach deep into her soul and rip them all out. Soon, she will be just like me. I will be able to show her the madness deep in my soul. She would f*****g complete me.”

Diesel declared, his eyes dilated and darker now as he got lost in whatever fantasy he had envisioned. The guard walking behind us tried and failed to hide his displeasure at my brother’s vivid descriptions of what he needed from his pet.

It was not normal, our brand of ‘affection’. It had been acquired after years and years of unspeakable hardships.

Glimpses into a past so f*****g bloody and messed up, it had scarred us deeply. Ingrained a depravity within us that could only be sated by our own perverse desires.

All of the Sins are depraved, and all of us were bonded through this mutual darkness...

“Since we are on the topic of bathing in people’s blood, tell me, have you found the disgusting f*****g rats within our ranks?”

We were immediately in business mode, all of our desires forgotten and replaced with the hard exterior reserved for the war we were currently engaged in.

“Well, you know me so well, brother. I took a stroll through the Divisions, asked some questions discreetly around town. And I am happy to report that I have captured five pathetic rats just for you.”

He looked giddy while he made his report, a wide grin on his lips. His mood suddenly made more sense now. He had reigned down terror, c*****e on the enemies within our ranks. He had probably hunted them down, predator and prey.

They never had a chance.

There was no escape when Diesel Hunter was unleashed upon the world.

Being imprisoned in any of our Divisions was known to be a bleak and sure end to your life. Being taken to Diesel’s Division, though, was the worst fate one could receive.

It meant excruciating pain and suffering before Death. The man had a f*****g torture dungeon just for his ‘guests’. I had been unsettled once or twice from observing the insanity that he unleashed within those rooms.

He was a completely different person there. He was not the somewhat playful psychopath he usually was. In there, he was The Executioner.

The Angel of Death.

“Well done, brother. You are as efficient as always.”

I praised, earning a dark chuckle from him as he cracked his knuckles in what seemed to be anticipation.

“I cannot wait to delve deep into their minds and destroy them from the inside out, just like they wanted to do to us. Oh, how fun it’ll be to feed them their guts! I can’t f*****g wait.”

He was so excited, I was momentarily sure he would start skipping around like a giddy, little girl. Only we would get so excited at the prospect of death.

“Well, I have something to carry you over until we return home. An appetiser before the main meal. We found a clue on Noah Basset’s case. Emilia recognized some shifty looking asshat who apparently approached Noah the night he disappeared. I was about to go question him but since you’re here, I guess it wouldn’t hurt for you to start off while I go threaten some hotel staff and managers.”

Diesel looked like he would burst from the excitement, his eyes brighter than I had seen them in a while. He was more than ready to obtain results and enjoy himself while at it.

“Best f*****g decision I ever made. Christian can go f**k himself. No orgy is better than bone crunching under my knuckles as I push the limits of the human mind.”

He genuinely seemed like he would orgasm from the very vision of it and the realisation made me chuckle in amusement. He really was a f*****g nut job.

“You can’t kill him, though, Diesel. I made a promise to Emilia and I plan to keep it. He lives, for now, until we have all the information we need to find the elusive Noah Basset.”

I added, and my brother had the gall to pout-literally pout- at me as a frown of disappointment engulfed his features. He was clearly not pleased at being limited.

“Come on, brother. It will still be fine. You can push your own limits and restraint. Consider it a form of edging.”

That seemed to get his high spirits back, a wild grin settling on his lips as the new thought sank in deep.

“Great plan, brother! Alright then! See you in a bit! Make them s**t themselves, alright? Smells real bad but the rush of it, f*****g unmatched.”

He declared as he walked off towards the elevators, his parting shot making me chuckle in genuine amusement.

Of course he would know what it was like to have his targets so terrified of him, they literally pissed their pants before he even arrived.

Our lethal reputation was absolute and the hotel staff and managers were about to feel my Wrath too.

“Happy Torturing, Diesel. Remember, play nice.”

I called out, earning a simple wave of the hand. Many are the times that Diesel has gone Rogue, off the rails, his Demons getting the best of him. We all sometimes got lost in the bloodshed. The signs of his fall into the rabbit hole weren’t there today, though. He would listen, do his part and enjoy the hell out of it.

He was, after all, born for it... We all were...

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