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“Billy, Billy, Billy,” tutted Rook, stepping past Corvus and popping his knuckles.
Grey entered last, and I guess luck was at least a little on my side because no one moved to close the cooler door behind them, offering me a fairly clear view of what went on inside.
“We warned you, Billy,” Corvus drawled, his voice a detached rumble.
Billy put up a good fight as Rook stooped down to grab him off the floor. He squirmed, alternating between grunts and curses, but one good fist to the face and the drunken butcher was too dazed to fight anymore.
“Hold that hook,” Rook said, his masked face tipping up to the curved piece of shining metal in the track on the roof. Grey obliged, gripping the topmost part of it to steady it as Rook lifted Billy with ease.
My stomach turned as he slid Billy onto the hook, the metal biting through the skin of his back. Through his muscle.
Billy screamed, an awful drawn-out sound that ended in a sob only to start again. Scream after scream until his throat was raw and he choked up bile. Until his back was coated in red and it began to pool on the stained tiles below his hanging feet. Until he stopped trying to reach the hook with wildly flailing arms, realizing he couldn’t dislodge it himself no matter how hard he tried.
“You about done?” Corvus asked
He kicked a milk crate under Billy, enabling him to stand on his tip toes to alleviate some of the pressure no doubt shifting the bones of his shoulder blade.Ugh.
“P-please,” Billy pleaded, his arms hanging in defeat. “Don’t kill me.”
“We’re not going to kill you, Billy,” Grey said, crossing his arms over his chest, making his fitted long-sleeve black t-shirt bulge around his biceps. My mouth went a little dry, and I chastised my aching cunt for wanting another taste of his cock. Even now. Even while I watched themtorturesomeone, she still thirsted for him.
I mean, I knew I was fucked up, but...that had to be some next level shit. Maybe Aunt Humphrey was right; I needed therapy. Copious amounts of it.
“We explained this to you last time,” Corvus droned. “That was strike one. This? This is strike two. Your last warning.”
Snot dripped down Billy Parker’s face, mingling with the drool leaking from his gaping mouth. “I won’t…” he said, the words choking off on a pained intake of breath. “I won’t ever touch them again, I swear.”
Silence in the meat cooler.
“I swear,” he repeated. “You’ve...you’ve made your point. Now please,pleasejust let me down.”
“Oh no,” Rook said. “We’re nowhere near finished.”
If it were possible, Billy went even paler. His eyes, wide and round, terrified as he took in Rook.
“What was it you did to your little Ashley two nights ago?” Grey asked, his voice so cold, so different from the playful cocky tone I’d come to know as his. “Oh, right. You broke her arm.”
“And to Stella?” Corvus asked. “Go ahead and tell me what you did to your five-year-old daughter.”
Wait...what?
Billy began to sob quietly, hanging his head as my thoughts raced to catch up with exactly what I was witnessing here. This was clearly not what I thought it was. This wasn’t gang business at all.
My chest burned, ignited by the accusations they were slinging at Billy. By his inability to deny them. If it were true, this coward of a manbroke his daughter’s arm.And apparently that wasn’t all he did. Nor was it the first time.
My eyes burned and a muscle in my jaw twitched, remembering the time my mother hurt me. How it’d felt. The man at the train tracks. The feeling of helplessness after the initial shock subsided. Of being too small to do anything to stop it. Too weak.
“Say it!” Rook demanded, gripping him brutally by the arm and pulling downward, making the metal skewer in his back dig deeper. Billy whimpered, trying to pull away, and I hoped it fucking hurt.
“I…”
“Say it, motherfucker,” Grey growled.
“I...I hit her.”
“And then what?” Corvus prodded, his voice dangerously level.
“And then she fell,” Billy croaked, his voice a hoarse mess of broken sounds. “She...she hit her head on the table and p-p-passed out.”
