Miss Nobody Ch 37

Chapter 37

DEATH WISH

Evening Day 23

Jonny Zantana

I wanted to drag Jane back in here by her hair but knew it wouldn't help. With her, I had to be careful. Any moment she could break. Her fragile brain could only handle so much. The door clicked shut and I knew she wouldn't come back through by herself. She was too stubborn for that.

I directed my rage at my twin. My left hook landed squarely on Diego's jaw and knocked him back a few feet. I fisted my hands and held them next to my head, protecting myself. Ready for him to hit me back. "It's time we settle this. Brother."

I knew that look in his eye and I braced myself as he rushed me. He charged me head on and I didn't step aside. His arms tightened around my middle and dragged me down. My fists landed where I wanted them over the idiot's back and sides. Diego backed away, breathless, on the ground.

Keiran laughed from under his straps.

He'd be so much better without his tongue. Without his fingernails. Without his dick. The dick that was inside my woman. Watching Jane's face on the video when Keiran told her he took her virginity, made me seethe with rage. He'd be dead already if it wasn't for Diego.

Diego's thoughts on the spell that put Jane and this fucking asshole's minds together seem plausible. If I did something to that worthless piece of shit it could affect Jane. That was the last thing I wanted, to put her in any more pain.

I stormed to the gurney the sack of shit was on and hit the wheel locks with my shoes getting it ready for pushing.

"Meet me in the ring, Brother. We'll see who wins this time." Diego got up quickly and was out the door.

I chuckled. I always win, Brother. I sent him the mental image of the last time we were in the ring. Him laying on the ground bloody, my foot on his chest.

Was Jane and that son of bitches connection like mine and Diego's? Like twins? Did it feel familial to her or like some bullshit twin flame bond Diego claimed?

Nah, she left him in my care. I smirked. She can't care that much about him.

I pushed the wheeled bed out the door of the hospital I ordered to be set up in the basement's large conference room. It took up half the floor but would be necessary the more men I recruited, the more wars we needed to engage in.

Diego and I had gotten our club big enough to need its own Doctor and a few nurses. We paid a pretty penny for their schooling but it ensured their loyalty and gave a chance to those that wanted to, who didn't have the resources on their own. They owed us their life but it was a small price to pay in this lifestyle.

It also kept my men out of the hospitals, away from the questions and prying eyes. A small town like this, word got around fast. We had enough curious onlookers, we didn't need to be on the front page of the town newspaper. More of a gossip rag if you asked me.

I wouldn't have to hold back on Diego with a Doctor so close by. I grinned. A plus I hadn't considered until now.

The boxing ring and training gym were recently installed in the sub-basement. It ran as big as the hotel and stored the Lodge's operating systems, and after I had my men clear it out, it was the perfect size for all of us to develop the new soldier's fighting skills. Work-out machines had been brought in and a full-size ring.

I didn't think we would be the first ones fighting in it. The thought of beating the absolute shit out of Diego made me grin. Maybe I would kill him this time.

The lights flickered and cast deep shadows around the hallway. Another issue with this decrepit Lodge, but electrical problems weren't the worst of it. I opened a locked door, only I had the key to, and pushed the gurney into the dark room. The room was smaller than the others but what made it special was the chute that led directly to the sub-basement, into another locked room that only I had the key to. I had spent some time making the room soundproof, installing a drain in the middle for an easy hose down. It suited its purpose. The bastard could rot in here for all I cared.

But at the end of the day, it would be up to Jane what she wanted done with him. Jane. Her red hair and blue eyes lingered in my thoughts. She belonged, safe, in my bed. Not at Bishop's. I had nothing but respect for the man, he got me out of a few binds when we were kids, but I'd have to cut his dick off too.

The anger in the pit of my stomach was heavy but not unfamiliar. I embraced it now, knowing it would fuel my fight with Diego. The idiot always needed to have the sense beat into him.

***

A brief warm-up had my blood pumping. My cornerman lifted the ropes for me to climb through. I blocked out the cheering crowd and stared down my brother.

He stood from his corner and faced me in the middle of the ring.

"Listen up, Fuckers," my youngest brother, Victor shouted over the hushing crowd of my men. "You are some privileged mother fuckers to be here today!"

The crowd roared so loudly, I briefly worried it would attract the attention of the hotel guests before I remembered there weren't any. My men filled every room in the Lodge and the surrounding cabins. I had men in RV's in the woods. Some in tents.

We needed to be prepared for the upcoming war against Martin. He was already sending his dogs around asking about Maracella. Their bodies were now at the bottom of the Lake, along with that old man and his coward of a nephew. It wouldn't be long before Martin sent more men though. The Lake was going to get crowded.

Victor looked back and forth between Diego and me, grinning.

"Let's get this over with." I held my bare fists next to my face.

Diego mimicked my movements. "You in a hurry to go watch your girl fuck a pig? Cuck." He was quick on his feet dancing around, taunting me.

I feigned a right hook, and kicked my leg out, making impact with Diego's leg, knocking him down to his knees. "You look good on your knees, Brother. Must have a lot of practice sucking Jess's fat dick."

He lunged for me but I stepped away and kicked him again, playfully in the ass this time.

The crowd roared and laughed between making bets and passing money around.

Victor lit up a cigar and the brief distraction had Diego wrapped around my middle, knocking the wind out of me and tackling me to the ground. "She's bad news." He grunted out as he tried to punch me.

I blocked them all. "Yeah, I know Jess is." I rolled over on him and kneed him in the stomach, I jumped back away from him and onto my feet. "What is she, Diego?" He'd been tight-lipped about his relationship with Jess but nothing good would come of it.

The woman reeked of...something I couldn't put my finger on. Like a rotting corpse but sickly sweet. Maybe that's what attracted him to her. He'd always been obsessed with death. I gagged in my mouth a little and grimaced.

Jane smelled of...life itself.

Diego was on his feet, dancing back and forth on them.

A female Demon with red skin and horns flashed in my mind's eye. "Demon?" I shrugged and jabbed at him. "Doesn't surprise me."

He dodged and gave me a look. Like he thought he had a juicy secret that I would never know.

The word Succubus was audible in my brain. "Succubus?" The word was unfamiliar but another image of a female Demon flashed.

I did a quick one-two punch and landed the second one. "She's got you under her spell." Diego was the one who knew about Magic but I had paid enough attention to understand how some of it worked. Jess being a succubus would explain all the men she dated and the way she stank like evil itself.

Out of habit I touched each shoulder and kissed my fingertips. Quickly picking up my necklace and kissing it. It should be around Jane's throat. Like my hand, while my cock was deep inside her and she curled herself around me. The necklace had a tracker in it so I could keep tabs on my girl. She just needed to keep it around her pretty little neck.

Diego found this time to recuperate and landed a left hook. He rushed me, knees and fists flying. Some landing.

I fought back, some of my punches landed. One across his jaw.

Diego wobbled on his feet.

Both of us bloody, sweaty. Tired.

"Do you think Bishop's inside Jane right now? Or will he wait until after she sucks him empty?" He spit his blood on the mat and smiled.

He always did have a death wish.

I charged him. Punching and kicking him down to the ground.

He put up a good fight but I had him pinned. He was tired. And the practice I've had lately, fighting to recruit, had given me the advantage.

"Don't forget to light the candle this time, fucker," he whispered, blood spurting from the corner of his dislocated eye. The light behind them disappeared and nothing seemed to be inside his lifeless body. His body exhaled for the last time.

Victor yanked me off Diego's dead body.

I blocked out the roaring men set-off from the blood, the death and searched the crowd for Jane. She wasn't here of course but she was the only person I wanted to see. I ducked under the ropes, ignoring Victor calling for the Doc to attempt to resuscitate Diego.

My cornerman threw a cool towel around my head and followed me to the locker room.

***

I glanced at my watch one more time. 11:59. I placed the black pillar candle on top of Diego's unmoving chest. Inscriptions, from a language I didn't understand, carved all over the wax surface.

I read over his instructions one more time.

Step 1: Put the candle on my body.

Step 2: Light the candle.

Step 3: Say the words.

I looked at the little sheet of paper with his chicken scratch writing. Is that a B or a D? Is this in Spanish or English?

I lit the candle when my watch beeped midnight. I looked at the paper in the candlelight and attempted to say the words written. The next step was to...I glanced at the next step.

Step 4: Walk away. Don't come back no matter what you hear.

"Alright, Brother." I placed my hand on his shoulder. "May your journey bring you back to me." I walked out of the empty training room.

Diego's instructions had been to not move his body. To keep it exactly where he died. Hope this works...again, Brother. I made the sign of the cross over my chest before shutting the door and locking it for the rest of the night.

I sat back against the door and waited.

My eyes drifted shut and slammed open when I heard Diego begging for help on the other side of the door. Right on the other side of the door.

I looked at his note again. Step 4: Walk away. Don't come back no matter what you hear. Okay, Brother. I popped some earbuds in my ears and blasted our favorite songs, waiting until dawn, trying to ignore Diego as he begged and pleaded and scratched on the door to let him out.

***

Dawn Day 24

The door handle rattled and I shot to my feet, spinning around to stare at the door. My phone vibrated in my back pocket as the door swung open. My brother grinned in the open doorway. He was fully healed and looked as fresh as a fucking daisy.

We shook hands and I pulled him in for a hug, patting him on the back. "Good to have you back, Brother."

He pulled back. "You were right." He laughed. "That bitch had me under her spell but now I know her secrets. Did you know there's a Portal under the Lodge? And Jess thinks Jane's blood will open it?"

My phone vibrated again and I brought it from my pocket this time. A voicemail. I silenced it. "Why Jane?"

"Jess thinks Jane's an Angel." Diego laughed.

I stared at my phone. An invisible thread tightened in my gut and urged me to listen to the message. I missed what Diego was saying to me and raised the phone to my ear.

"Let Keiran out you fucking asshole. Jane needs him." It wasn't the words that spurred me to run down the hall and to the room where I had stashed Keiran but the sheer panic in Bishop's voice.