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"Let me guess, you thought you could replace your ex and her daughter with my girls, like a crazy fucker?" I sneer at him, then place my smoke on his forehead, pressing it in, making him cry out. I snarl, "I don't fucking think so."
I twist the smoke as blood starts to pour down his head. I stand up and drop the smoke on the floor.
Again, memories slam into me.
I run through the mouth of the alley, my heart fucking pounding. Rounding the corner, my eyes land on my girl. Blood stains her face and head as her, whatever he is, tries to force himself on her. I move faster but don’t fail to notice his hand moving between them.
He's fucking assaulting her.
I see the pain and fear in my girl's pretty light blue eyes as I rip the fucker away from her. His eyes widen, seeing me just as anger takes hold. He goes to hit me, but my fist meets his jaw first, making him grunt and fall to the ground. I grab him by the back of his jacket, pulling him up. As I twist him, I notice the knife he thrusts toward me, but I quickly trip him up, the knife sliding across my side, making me grunt as the fucker falls to the ground. Liv's terrified scream hits my ears, making me look at her, her gaze dropping to my shirt, which I know is starting to show with my blood.
"She's mine!" Harris sneers, bringing me out of the horrifying memory, and I blink and look at the fucker, but Livvy's bruised face is all I can see, her eyes full of pain and fear.
He did that; he caused that look on her.
My anger takes over. I hit the fucker with my fist. My left hand grips the back of his head, my right hitting him over and over before I pull back and grab the blow torch. I can feel the blood drip down my stomach; Hallie is going to kill me because I’ve ripped my stitches.
Breaker’s "oh shit" hits my ears through my hazy anger as the brothers all clear their throats, shifting on their feet, realizing I'm not going to torture him with knife play or even with my smokes. Oh no, I'm going to burn this fucker for touching my woman, starting with his hands.
Snake snickers, then announces, "Brothers, if you have a weak stomach, leave now."
A few “shits” echo through the room at Snake's words, but no one leaves. They are all standing by me, by my woman.
This is what a fucking brotherhood means.
I light the torch and Harris's eyes widen. I grin. "You ready to play, Harry-boy?"
The brothers chuckle as he shakes his head, stuttering, "P-please, I'm s-sorry, I-I won't go near them again, I-I promise…."
His pleads are cut off by his screams as I start to burn his chained hands, the smell of burning flesh instantly hits us. Some brothers gag but no one moves, all standing behind me.
Harris cries out, "Please! Please, stop!” I just chuckle as his hand turns black, blistering up, then I go to the other one.
"Now, why would I stop, huh? Did my girl beg you to stop? Did she?"
He flinches at my roar as he sobs, but I don't hear them; all I hear is Livvy's terrified scream as she calls for me, and the look of fear in her eyes when I ran into that alley.
The blood, the bruises, the ripped panties.
My anger shakes my body as my gaze drops, ready to burn the next part of his body, but I pause. The fucker is hard. I gag. I can't help it.
The fucker got hard from the pain.
His face reddens with embarrassment as I pull a disgusted face and lift the torch from his hands once I'm happy that they are burnt enough for touching my girl. I lower the torch to his dick. His eyes nearly pop out of his head as he tries to move in the chair, making me grin. The naked flames hit the tip of his hard dick.
"No!” he screams as I burn it off, ignoring him. The brothers all wince and shift but I don't stop until his cock is shriveled up and burnt and unrecognizable. It takes roughly five minutes, and, in that time, the fucker passes out.
I tsk as I lift the blowtorch. "Well, that won't do. How's he supposed to suffer if he's asleep?"
The brothers chuckle as I turn the torch off and walk over to the side of the room. I grab the gasoline can, making the brothers step back a bit as I pour the fluid over Harris's head.
Cannon walks toward the other brothers for safety, making me chuckle darkly.
Harris wakes up screaming as the gas hits his burnt hands and dick, making me grin. I shake the can over his head, ensuring every last drop is on him, then chuck the empty can in the corner, the metal clanging against the wall.
Snake walks forward, knowing what I want. He hands me a smoke and my lighter. I place the stick between my lips then light it up my smoke, inhaling before blowing out as Harris sobs.
"Oh God, p-please don't-don't light that, you-you poured gas o-over me!"
