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It's fucking ingenious. The man has the perfect killing machine in the best place. It's without a doubt a great torture device. The pain they go through is unlike anything I've ever seen before, nor is it something I can accurately describe.
It takes almost an hour until the majority of Peter's body has gone through the wood chipper. His screams stopped after a few minutes. Between the pain and blood loss, he was dead within minutes.
"My turn," I snap. I've waited long enough to do this and watching as Peter got his comeuppance has only fueled my anger. I reach for Jed and stand him up. He's unsteady on his feet. The fucker's taken a beating. These men didn't go easy on him. Not at fucking all. No wonder the fucker stayed down. He was too injured to get up.
"You," I hiss in his face. "You're going to be in a fuckin' world of pain."
He looks at me with narrowed eyes. "That whore of yours isn't worth it," he snaps.
Oh, this cunt is begging for me to kill him. Wicked fast, I throw a jab to his ribs. He doubles over and coughs as the jab has taken his breath from him. "You don't fuckin' talk about her," I snarl. "You're not worthy to have her name on your lips."
I kick out my leg and smash it down on his shin. The sound of his bone breaking is audible, as is his howl of pain. "I had many ways to kill you, and all would have been messy and painful, but none are as bad as Maguire's device. I'm going to revel in your screams. I'm going to love knowing that you can no longer get to my woman."
"Fuck your whore," he snarls. "She's just another slut. There're many of them."
"You're just jealous that you never had her," I spit. "You never will either."
I'm not listening to any more of his bullshit. No fucking way. He's done. I grab him by the collar and drag the fucker toward the wood chipper. It's still whirring, tearing what little remains of Peter's mangled body. Now it's time for Jed to face his punishment.
With one leg broken, he tries to kick out with the other one. It's no use; he's not strong enough to fight me off. I lift him from the ground and throw him into the machine. It screeches, then I hear the sound of the metal grinding against bones. It's not long before his screams rent the air.
Living out in the countryside has its upsides. No one is around for miles. The downside: who'll be close enough if something happens? For this, it's the perfect place. There's no one to hear him scream. There's no saving him. He signed his death warrant the day he went after my woman.
"You've got to be all sorts of fucked up to have come up with this," Raptor comments.
I chuckle, my eyes never leaving Jed's body, which has been torn to shreds. "Jealous that you didn't come up with the idea yourself, Rap?"
"Don't you fuckin' know it. Who'd have thought we'd find this sort of sick shit here in Ireland? Fuck, I knew I loved this place," he laughs. "But, Maguire, you do this a lot? If so, I want front row seats. This place is a little slow-paced for my likin', but havin' front row seats to this is somethin' I could get behind."
"Not happening," Stephen grunts. "Maybe Maverick will show you his trick one of these days."
"What the fuck do you do, Maverick?" Py asks.
Danny laughs. "All Jerry Houlihan's men have nicknames. Stephen here is the Eraser, Freddie is the Thief, Emmanuel is the Silencer, and Maverick here is called the Cleaner."
My brows knit together. "The Cleaner? What do you do? Clean their bodies or some shit?" Maguire's makes sense. The Eraser—hell, there's nothing left to find of his target's bodies when he's finished with them. Freddie's is obvious. From everything I've heard, he's a very skilled thief and can get into any and all safes.
"Something like that," Maverick says, and I can hear the grin in his voice.
"Once we're finished here, I'll clean this shit up. You go back to Ailbhe," Stephen says to me.
I turn to him, grateful for what he's done. "You ever need anythin', and I mean anythin', I'm here."
He nods. "I'll keep that in mind."
Everyone's silent as Jed's screams start to fade. He's dying and I'm fucking relieved. It's almost over.
His body is being ground into nothing from this wood chipper. The cops come looking for him, they're never going to find him. Not fucking ever. It's the perfect death.
It takes a further hour and a half until the cunt's body is completely gone. Only tiny bones and flesh are left behind, all things the wildlife will scavenge over the course of the next couple of days. Within a few days, Jed O'Connor will be nothing but a memory.
Reaper slaps my back. "It's done, brother. Ailbhe's safe."
I nod. "She is, and now it's time for me to get back to her." Before I turn to leave, I glance at Freddie. "Any idea where Ruairi is?" I ask. "He hasn't been seen since Ailbhe was released from the hospital and her and the kids came to stay at the clubhouse."
He shakes his head. "Haven't seen him, but I'll track him down."
"You good at trackin' people?" Raptor questions.
