Something that was probably so obvious that we were overlooking it.
“Tell us. Or don’t.” I shrugged. “Either way, you die in here. I don’t give a fuck if you make it easy on me or not. You took my fucking woman and for that, there will be hell to pay.”
I stood then, knowing he wasn’t going to say anything else. I reached for the shears that were on the floor.
“You said you were going to cut off her finger and send it to me,” I said as I drew closer to him.
He started to wiggle and squirm.
“How about you tell me who I should send yours to.”
His scream bounced off the metal walls as I slowly pulled the handles together. The blades around his finger cut clear through and the digit fell to the floor with a wet thump.
“Nothing to say?” I taunted. “Maybe I should take another one. Ya know, just for the hell of it.”
I snipped another finger with ease.
He screamed like a bitch and I wasn’t surprised by it even a little.
His body trembled as he looked up at his bloodied hand.
I smiled, taking in the missing ring and middle fingers.
“Three weeks is a long time to be locked in a cage. I couldn’t imagine how that must feel. Can you?”
I had to admit there was an eerie edge to my tone that I’d never had before.
“Oh, Steve, don’t worry. You won’t have to imagine it.”
With that, I turned around and left the crying fucker alone. Once we were all outside, I closed and locked the doors.
“That it?” Iron asked me with a questioning brow.
“For now,” I said with a smirk. “Give him a little time in there alone. Let him think we’re gonna leave his ass all alone in there that long.”
“It’s your show,” Iron said with a shake of his head. “But I want fucking answers.”
“I’ll get them,” I said confidently. Because I would. I would wear him down until he was spitting out everything. “Have someone keep watch. I’ll be back in the morning. After all, I have to make this last three weeks.” I smiled, maybe a little creepily.
Knowing that someone had brought Laurel back to the compound, I headed back there. I showered, then made her dinner, which she seemed to really like. It made me oddly happy but in a good way. And I found myself desperate to have that feeling every single fucking day for the rest of my life.
She didn’t ask questions but I was pretty sure she knew. She had an understanding that we had something big going on. I wanted to tell her, but I also wanted to enjoy my night with her. It was maybe fucked up that I took even more pleasure in spending time with her knowing that fucker was suffering.
Later that night, she settled down into my side and rested her head on my chest. I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face if I wanted to.
There was a heavy load on my shoulders as well as the club’s.
But right now, I let myself focus on the things I did have. And one of those was the most imperfectly perfect woman right by my side.
