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“How does it feel knowing I had my dick in that little whore before you? You jealous that I got to fuck her first?”
We all turn to Connor as he walks up to J and punches him in the kidney. He groans and coughs, unable to double over because of the position Finn put him in.
Connor walks away without saying a word, stopping at the table, trying to decide on what weapon to go with first.
I stand next to him and pick up a lighter and needle. Connor smirks as he picks up the pliers.
We move over to J. The sweat beads on his forehead as he eyes the weapons in our hands.
Connor moves to his left foot; I move to his right.
“Wait, I’ll tell you what you want to know, I’ll tell you where Liam is, I’ll tell you what he has planned. Just don’t torture me, please…”
I stand and look at him, a look of disgust on my face. I punch him once in the face and twice in his stomach. “You spineless piece of shit, we don’t care if you tell us anything. This isn’t about information, this about revenge.”
He screams as Connor rips out a toenail from his left foot. I go back to his right foot, heating the end of the needle, and once it’s hot enough, I grab his foot and force the need under his toenail.
He screams and cries as I do the same with another two toes––Connor the same on the other foot. Then we switch and take the toes the other hasn’t touched.
He’s weak, weak enough for us to move his arms, using the hooks on the side wall to secure his arms in a ‘T’ position.
He cries, knowing we’re about to repeat the process with his fingers. Just as we start, he begs us to stop, and the mention of Liam and a plan has us both halting our actions
“He’s going to destroy you from the inside… he plans to take out the women to make you weak, then he’s going to pick you off one by one.”
Connor steps up in front of him. “To what end, J? What is he hoping to get out of it?”
“To rule. He wants to be in charge, only…” He swallows and takes a breath. He’s taking too long to answer, so I ram the hot needle under his nail without warning. He sobs as Connor glares at me. I shrug my shoulders, pulling the needle back out, getting ready to heat it up again.
“Angelica is pissed at you for killing her brother. She and Vincenzo intend on taking control of the entire syndicate, but they said Liam could run New York and Chicago.”
“Thanks.”
“Wait… there’s more… you have someone close to you passing secrets to Liam and me. Please don’t kill me and I’ll tell you who it is.”
Finn jumps off the table. “Do your worst, boys, I have the insider… Josie is in the other room, unconscious.” He grins at J, letting him know he has nothing.
“What?” Killian gets up from the chair, walking to Finn. “Josie has been feeding them information?”
“Yeah, I overheard her on the phone, and she led me to J… I gave her a sedative; she’ll be out for hours.”
Killian nods at Finn then returns to the chair. Finn just takes a step back, watching Connor and I, waiting for us to continue.
People think I’m the dark one, but the truth is, we’re all cut from the same cloth. We all live and breathe this shit. It’s what we’re good at. The darkness lives inside each of us, we all just choose to nurture it in different ways.
Done with his nails, I grab a branding iron and a blow torch. Connor steps to the side, but I shake my head, handing him the iron as I heat the end.
“Cut him loose and hold him down.” Knowing what he’s about to do will cause J to move his torso area as much as he can. Finn and I cut him down, laying him flat on the floor, pinning him down as Killian secures his arms and legs. I kneel on his torso, and Finn on his thighs, as Connor reheats the end then throws the blow torch on the floor. As he stands over J, he places the end of the branding iron on his dick, holding it in place until it starts to cool.
J screams and cries and begs, before passing out from pain.
We give him a minute to rest, but we’re not done with this fucker yet…
Connor and I spend the next eight hours torturing J.
We removed his toes and fingers, then ripped out half of his teeth. His body is covered in bruises from the beating he’s received. Connor used the branding iron to burn Alex’s name into his torso. We got sick of his cries, so we cut out his tongue before his body finally gave out.
We all stand over him and watch as his breathing becomes laboured, and then he coughs up blood. None of us move as he dies, choking on his own blood.
