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CHAPTERFIFTEEN
O3’ Bonnie & Clyde
BEAST
Wiping my sweaty hands down my blood-flecked overalls, I grab the serated knife from my trolley of torture instruments and pace about the basement, acting up the part of certified psycho. I mean, some people would say that it comes naturally to me, but seriously this batshit crazy persona I put on when torturing someone isn’t really me at all. I’m actually a pretty laid back, well-adjusted guy who likes to kick back in the evening and watch soaps on the television then make love to his missus until she passes out from multiple orgasms.
Totally. Fucking. Normal.
“P—please,” the prick stutters.
Stopping in my tracks, I stare at the man before me, secretly wishing it was Malakai and not Ford’s stepdad, Trevor. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not mad it’s Trevor strapped to the seat in front of me, because he sure as fuck deserves to be here after what he’s done to Ford over the years, it’s just that torturing that arrogant fuck Malakai until he spills every last secret would be a lot more satisfying. I don’t trust the fucker. Not one bit.
“P—please,” Trevor repeats, close to shitting his pants, he’s that scared. “I won’t touch the kid again.”
His whiny voice does nothing but agitate me further. Truth be told, I’ve tortured a lot of men over the years, but this fucker has got to be the worst. Crying, snotting and pissing all over himself like a motherfucking baby. I’ve seen more backbone on a jellyfish. Then again that’s no great surprise, men like him are always fucking cowards.
“See, the thing I dislike more than snakes in the grass are people like you,child beaterswho pick on the defenceless because they’re too fucking cowardly to go toe-to-toe with someone their own age. You, dicksplash, represent all the things I fucking hate about humankind,” I say, sliding the tip of the knife down his right cheek and opening up his skin like a hot knife through butter.
“Please no more,” he begs, tears mixing with the blood and snot decorating his fuck-ugly face. He’s as unattractive on the outside as he is on the inside with thinning mousy-brown hair, pockmarked skin, and yellowing teeth. The dude can’t be more than five years older than me, but his addiction to crack sure as fuck makes him look twice his age.
“How many times did Ford have to beg you to stop before you listened, huh?” I ask, not bothering to wait for a response. “From the state of his skin and the scars covering his body, I’m guessing alotof fucking times.”
“The kid was out of control. He needed discipline!” the cunt replies, earning him a punch to the jaw that snaps his head to the side so hard that I half expect it to go rolling off his shoulders.
“So you’re telling me he needed you and his piece of shit mother to carve the wordsBad Boyinto his motherfucking skin because he was out of control at ten years old?”
“We were high that day—”
I pull back my fist and break his nose this time, and the scream that releases from his lips would make most people’s skin crawl.
Not me.
Getting in his face, the serrated knife held against his throat this time, I bare my teeth at him, making sure I cut his skin deep enough to make it bleed. “He’s just a fucking kid. You low-life, skank-arse, crater-faced piece of motherfucking shit.”
“It w—wasn’t just me,” he stammers, dropping Ford’s mum in it as I press the blade harder against his throat. I ain’t surprised, he’s the type of person to sell out his own mother to save his fucking neck.
“Oh, believe me. We know,” I reply. “That bitch is on our shit list too, but Grim’s dealing with her.”
“G—grim?!”
His eyes widen as though he’s only just realised who he’s dealing with. He’s clearly thick as shit as well as low-life, or maybe just fucking delusional. Then again I did knock him the fuck out before bringing him here so there is that.
“Yeah,Grim. You’ve heard of her, right?”
“What’s she got to do with Ford?” he asks, swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple slipping up and down beneath the blade. Not gonna lie, I love the fact that just the mention of my woman’s name puts the fear of the Devil into this man. Her reputation precedes her, and that’s fucking hot.
“Ford is a member of Grim’s fight club.”
“Since when?” he has the gall to ask, surprise making him stupid.
“Since none of your motherfucking business,” I grind out, removing the knife from his throat then pressing the tip against his bare chest a few inches below his right nipple. “But I will tell you this, that kid has potential, and as such Grim has made it her business to keep him safe from the likes of you and that dirty bitch who calls herself his mother.”
“She’s not right in the head,” he mumbles. “Fucking whore.”
“THE FUCK?!” I roar.
“No! NO! I meant Ford’s mum,Mary,” he says quickly, the colour draining from his face. “She’snot right in the head. She’s also been fucking around on me, the dirty skank-arse whore.”
