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“Yup, that’s my girl,” I tell the room, shrugging my shoulders. I hear a whimper and turn back to see Kraykowski, eyes as big as saucers, and Chewy holding the purple finger.
“Whoops, I accidentally snapped it off” Pops is giggling like a little girl, bouncing around. Chewy is grinning wide and Lexi and Sasha seem to be happy to watch the live Tombs Shit Show. It’s gonna be a loooong night.
Chapter 19
Tuesday
So, it seems Kraykowski is a little more badass than we once thought. I just figured he was a middleman, working for Ushakov, which he is, but what I didn’t know was that he is also one tough son of a bitch. So far, as a group, we have liquid Nitrogen-ed various cuts and gashes that Rhodie, Rider, and Lexi have given him.
Pops and I have also been allowed to wield the spray can and have systematically frozen and snapped off all of his fingers. Pops is currently ridding him of his shoes, and so far, he hasn’t said a word other than calling me and Lexi bitches, which is totally uncalled for. I feel like he’s reaching his threshold, though. He’s making a little more noise now, and he keeps pleading with us, which is new for him.
I look down and see that he’s scrunched his toes trying to move them away from Pops. We don’t need him to have his legs for what I have planned for him, so I slice off his pants, starting at his crotch. I’m none too gentle because I really don’t care about his pain levels, so I make sure I slice a little deeper down his legs. I need his sad manhood intact, which I can see lying limp against his thigh. I see it swell a little before his bladder empties, flowing down his legs onto the floor, directly onto Pops.
“Ew, you filthy mother fucker!” Pops jumps up from his place at Kraykowski’s feet, tosses the liquid Nitrogen can to the side, and picks up Rhodie’s tomahawk, bringing it down on his toes in one fell swoop, making Kraykowski howl, snot dripping down his face.
“I’ll ask you one more time,” Marx barks out, “Where is the auction and who are the key players?” Kraykowski gags a little and shakes his head back and forth.
“Listen, I admire your ability to stay tight-lipped, but you know you aren’t getting out of this alive. Tell us what we need to know and I’ll make it quick. Keep your lips shut and I will make sure my people maim you a little more before I pack you up and send you back to Ushakov. He may want people to think he’s just a Russian politician, but I’ve heard what he does to people who displease him. Do you think he’ll be happy to find out that you’ve been cutting him out of the equation? I’ve heard that he’s worse than the Bratva,”
Kraykowski makes an odd wheezing noise, the sound getting louder as I realize he’s laughing.
“You think I’m afraid of that fat Russian fuck?! He used to be spoken about like he was the devil incarnate, but there’s a bigger, worse wolf in town. Ushakov is dead.” He laughs once more, blood staining his teeth, one eye swollen shut, blood oozing out of the rib wounds Pops gave him, gashes across his face and down his torso given to him by Rhodie, Rider, and Lexi. Missing fingers and toes thanks to me and Pops. He’s an absolute mess, and yet I kind of respect how tough this bastard is. I go back to carving up his legs whilst Marx asks him about the auction again.
“Look, you filthy fucking biker scum, I’ll never tell you where or when. I’d rather die knowing that all those bitches I took will go to their new owners. My men will see to it.” He gives us a smile before sticking out his tongue, then he slams his mouth shut, biting his own tongue off before spitting a chunk of it on the ground. He glares at me and smiles again. I hold his gaze and reach my hand back to Tav, who delivers me my Candiru fish. I’m going to slip this bad boy up his wang before the big finale Pops and I have planned. I thought all my Christmases had come at once when I realized there was a large pond on the MC land, complete with a small dock and a few small row boats that the guys like to use to mess about on the pond.
“I’m going to need him back up on the chains please Babe” I turn to look at Rhodie. He knows what’s coming and gives me a jerk of his head before he and Rider cut the cable ties from around Kraykowski’s wrists, Rider taking the bulk of his weight whilst Rhodie secures him to the chains before cranking the pulley and raising him up to standing. Sasha removes the scraps of Kraykowski’s trousers until he’s naked from the waist down. His beady eyes watch me as I take the lid off my jar, his gaze following me as I stoop in front of his gross, shriveled appendage, bringing the jar up and over it, letting it dangle and bob around in the water. I watch the fish swim around it, not one of them taking the bait just yet.
“You know, I always wondered what your dick looked like after I bit it.” I watch as his face pinches slightly and I know that my wee fishy has travelled up his urethra as intended. I remove his gross manhood from my jar, screw the lid back on, and hand my babies to Tav.
“Right, Marx, is it time for the big finale?” He clenches his jaw before sighing.
“Go ahead, Chewy, without his tongue he’s not going to give us anymore. Do whatever freaky shit you and Pops have planned.” He waves his hand in our direction and, with a few directions to Rider and Rhodie, we get Kraykowski down from his chains and out next to the pond. The guys dump him into the rowboat and, at Pop’s instruction, secure another rowboat over the top of him, leaving his head out. His biting his tongue off is going to do us a big favor, as the tube that I insert into his mouth meets no resistance. Tav helps pour a lovely mix of milk and honey into the tube, force-feeding Kraykowski the sweet mix. Once we’ve filled him to the brim, I cover any exposed skin in honey before dusting my hands off and high-fiving Pops.
“Ah, does anyone want to enlighten me about what you have planned?” Roman asks, looking around at everyone.
“Boat torture. Trap the fucker between two boats, force-feed him honey and milk, and wait for the bugs to eat him alive. The sweet mix in him will breed bacteria, the fish will infect his cock and he will beg for death. Pretty sweet really,” Pops tells him before shuffling off and whistling.
“Remind me never to piss you people off,” Roman states before following Pops inside, the rest of us trailing behind with Marx yelling “Church” over our shoulders.
Tuesday
The guys have been in church for a while now, leaving the rest of us stragglers to entertain ourselves. About half an hour into it, Roman and my brothers got called in, so obviously some serious shit is going down. Katya and I have been tracking the other two women that are yet to be taken. The MC guys are watching them and from what I’ve heard, they have foiled their kidnappings already. We have 2 days until the auction and we are no closer to finding out where it’s happening or where they are holding the women they’ve taken so far. We are running out of options and the longer this goes on, the less safe the women are. I check my list again and note that the woman who was taken first has been gone for 3 weeks already. That’s long enough for awful shit to happen to her, and for her to start losing hope.
The church doors swing open and Rhodie stomps toward me. He looks tense. I stand to greet him and his hands go directly to my ass where he lifts me into his arms, his nose going into the crook of my neck, breathing deeply. I hold him to me and gently pat his back to let him settle. After a few moments, he lets me down.
“Sorry, babe, I needed that. Church pissed me off, and I just needed to check that you’re safe.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
He scrubs his hands through his hair.
“Look, we are quickly running out of options. We have no idea where the women are being held, no idea when this shit is going down, so some ideas were tossed about and I didn’t agree with one of them.” I raise my eyebrow at him.
“And what was this idea?” He won’t look at me, so whatever idea it is, it involves me. I think I know what it is because I’ve been thinking along the same lines.
“They want to use me as bait?” Rhodie flinches, and I let my gaze roam around the room. Some of the brothers are avoiding my eye contact. Marx and Gus both hold my gaze and Pops raises his brow at me. I feel Rhodie’s big hand on my face, turning me toward him.
“I’ll never let you put yourself in danger. We will find another way to get this fucker.”
