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I just joined the killers club, and the thought made me sick to my stomach.
How could I ever live in a life like this? How much had I been kidding myself?
What did I do now?
2
ZANE
“You heard the lady,” I stated as I cocked my head at Callum, tutting at his miserable state.
He’d brought this upon himself, he’d chosen to hurt a woman so precious and perfect, doing his damnedest to taint her with his cruelty.
But he didn’t know the darkness like we did, he wasn’t raised in bloodshed and mayhem like we were, carefully molded into the perfect killers.
“How are we doing this?” Kieran asked, his mouth twisting into a wicked, delighted grin.
“We’ve got some options here,” I mused, tracking my gaze to Enzo as he stood with his arms folded, staring at our victim with a masked expression.
He’d want to end this now, growing tired of inflicting pain on the man who’d hurt Vee. He’d always been the softer of us despite how he’d come to us, an orphan of a cruel war.
He took pity on those undeserving, although he’d dealt Callum several injuries of his own.
Hell, his severed Achilles tendon was courtesy of said man, as was the broken fingers on his right hand.
As for his left, well, Kieran had taken it upon himself to yank out his fingernails before snapping the digits at odd angles. He’d then dutifully snapped them back into some more natural shapes, like it was just a fun little game.
“I’ve heard about the Colombian necktie, I was thinking we could give that a go?” Kieran suggested as he picked up one of the knives from our workbench. He twirled the serrated blade before tapping it thoughtfully on his chin, that devilish grin still spread across his face.
“I think she’d want this to be over, Zane. We’ve tortured him enough, Vee isn’t like us,” Enzo finally spoke up, and I arched a brow as Kieran pouted like a child.
He was right, even though she’d said she wanted him to pay, I knew she likely wanted this to be over. For him to be released from the agony we’d brought him.
No, he’d brought this on himself. We were merely the tools of vengeance and justice.
“We can’t let him off easy, Enzo. He killed their child,” Kieran snapped, and I swallowed, the rage now simmering within me.
Of course he thought we needed to be reminded of the heartache and despair he’d brought Vee in such a moment.
Killing her unborn child, hisownchild.
“Try the necktie, Kieran, but then we’ll end this, for her,” I said, not letting my emotions bubble over. Kieran could’ve easily continued to play with this man for days or even weeks, finding ways to keep him alive while making him wish he was long since dead.
But Vee wouldn’t want that, despite everything this piece of filth had put her through.
She was soft, a gentle soul who’d fallen into the darkness through no fault of her own.
I’d grant her this mercy, even if I didn’t think it was the right move.
If she’d have asked us to let him live, I knew it would’ve been a difficult request, one we all would have struggled to fulfill.
But we would’ve done it, even if it killed us inside. We’d have made sure he’d know he was being watched, that if he ever said a word, he’d be dead before he finished a sentence. That if he slipped up once, laid a finger on another woman, he’d be dust in the wind.
Although, with his injuries, he would’ve likely been disabled for life to some degree. We’d taken a little too much delight in torturing him.
Thankfully, she’d asked us to make him pay. We knew what that meant, she wanted him handled, and we would happily oblige, ridding the earth of this wretched stain.
I much preferred eradicating him completely, even if the thought of making his life a living hell was also pleasant, it didn’t quite hit the same. Our little stray deserved to be set free, her chains with this man shattered.
