Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(84)

It’s the best I can do for her now.

I give myself a onceover in the mirror and fluff up my hair a little before heading downstairs, ready to go.

All the guys are waiting for me when I get down there. They’re armed and ready, serious-faced.

“Are you here to see me off?” I ask them, flashing a teasing smile. “I didn’t know you cared.”

“We’re going as back up,” Ash says, grinning back.

I look at Gage, my eyebrows twitching upward. “What happened to me doing this on my own?”

He was the one who was so adamant that none of them were going to help me. But at the same time, he was the first one who did help me.

“You still are,” he says. “We’re just going to make sure it gets done.”

Priest’s icy blue eyes practically burn as he looks at me intensely. His jaw is set, and the fire in his eyes is the only expression on his face. He doesn’t say anything.

Ash gives me a long look up and down, then whistles, waggling his eyebrows at my outfit. “You’ll blend right in,” he teases.

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” I fire back.

“If you want it to be.” He winks, and I roll my eyes at him.

Knox moves in, nuzzling my ear before dragging his tongue up the shell of it. I shiver, and I can feel him smirking.

“It’s a good night for vengeance,” he murmurs, voice low.

Almost on cue, the piercing he gave me aches pleasantly.

“You’re right,” I tell him. “It is a good night.”

It’s a good night to end this, once and for all.

I don’t argue about the guys deciding they’re coming along. They can do whatever they want as long as they don’t fuck it up.

Avalon texted me the location of where she’s supposed to be meeting Ivan, and I get in my car and drive there, anticipation curling through me.

It’s an abandoned area that looks like it might have been a park at one point. It’s dark and totally isolated, and looking around, I can tell why people wouldn’t want their kids to play here or whatever.

The trees loom in the darkness, and it’s far enough away from both the road and any other buildings that if something happened, it would be hard to call for help.

Hell, things probably did happen here, which is why it was abandoned in the first fucking place.

I shudder with rage and disgust just thinking about it. It’s a perfect place for what I want to do because it’s also a perfect place for what Ivan wants to do. Play out his sick fantasies of attacking a girl and having his way with her.

As if he hasn’t already done that enough.

I park and turn my headlights off, waiting in the darkness. I hold on to my anger but don’t let it cloud my judgement. It fuels me, but I don’t want it to distract me.

It’s a quiet night, and I don’t see anyone for a little while.

Then there’s a flash of headlights turning off the road, and a dark car pulls up, with a man and a woman inside. They talk for a second, and then Avalon gets out of the car and her pimp or whoever the guy is drives off.

I want to put a bullet through his head for driving Avalon to this sketchy place and then leaving her alone like this, to be preyed on by a piece of shit like Ivan, but I keep myself in check. I grip the steering wheel hard, letting out a slow breath.

It’s good. This is how we need it to be.

No witnesses, no one to fuck it up.

Just me and Ivan, finally squaring off after all these years. One of us is going to walk away from this, and it’s not going to be him.

Avalon walks away from the spot where she was dropped off at, moving easily on her high heels but glancing around quickly to make sure no one’s watching. There’s no one else around to watch. We’re alone. She comes over to my car and slips into the passenger seat.

Her hands are shaking a little, and she glances over at me. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”

I can hear the fear in her voice, but I nod all the same.

“I’m sure. I’ll handle it. You just stay in the car and stay out of sight. He won’t get to you.”

She nods, hands fidgeting with the hem of her short skirt. Our outfits match almost perfectly, and it’s been so long since Ivan’s seen me that I know I can pull this off without him getting suspicious.

He’s expecting an easy time for this. Some woman he can push around and use and then send back when he’s done with her. He’s got a rude awakening ahead of him, and I can’t fucking wait.

“I just keep thinking of all the things that could go wrong,” she whispers.

“It won’t go wrong. I’m not going to miss my chance again,” I tell her. “Just stay here.”

Avalon nods again, so I get out of the car and square my shoulders. I put a little sway in my hips and start walking back to the spot where Avalon was dropped off. I’ve seen enough sex workers plying their trade that I know the mannerisms, and even though I’m playing the part of a helpless woman for Ivan to fondle and worse, I know some things are hard to hide.

“He wants me to walk along the path through the trees,” Avalon told me on the phone earlier. “In the dark. He said he’d come to me when he was ready, and to just keep walking. He said to struggle, to make it seem more realistic.”

She sounded sick just saying it, and I can’t blame her for that. I don’t know how much he’s paying for this shit, but with the cut her pimp takes off the top for doing fuck-all, it can’t be enough to willingly become some fucker’s victim for the night.