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Euan groaned.
“I’ll get him,” Bear said and left.
Diesel glanced up as the door opened, and Sunny entered. He was unsure of his lieutenant, as were most of the inner circle. Having been believed dead, Sunny reappeared in Bunny’s dramatic rescue a couple of months ago. His story made sense on paper, but each of the Inner Circle was watching him closely. It was made worse because he’d yet to bring Olivia around, his daughter.
“What can I do for ya?” Diesel demanded.
Sunny looked at the man they were torturing before turning to Diesel.
“He spilled anything useful?” Sunny asked.
Chance and Diesel exchanged glances.
“Not about the cult,” Chance replied.
Sunny nodded, reached into his pocket, and drew something out. Diesel’s eyes widened as he saw the knuckle dusters in Sunny’s hand.
“Stand back, Diesel,” Sunny ordered and, without another word, smashed them into Euan. “You and I have a problem, asshole. See, I despise men who abuse women and children. And I hate kiddie fuckers even more.” Sunny slammed his fist into Euan’s ribs.
Everyone heard the crack.
“Stop!” Euan wheezed.
Sunny ignored him and punched again, shattering a rib. “I got me a daughter, beautiful as fuck, and some child fucker like you had his eyes on her. I killed him before they took me out. And the bad news, bud, is they didn’t kill me. So, I got a lotof hate for assholes. Worse, I signed up; you don’t wanna know what I did in the army.”
Sunny reached behind him and pulled a bowie knife. Diesel sat back and watched. Sunny slipped it across Euan’s fatty thigh and then made a matching one on his other leg.
“I can slice and dice you in lots of ways. I’ll make you scream for your fucking mommy. Now, let’s tell these nice gentlemen what they want to know.” Sunny grinned, and it was evil. Half an hour after spending time with Sunny and then Pyro, Euan gave them everything they wanted.
“Call church,” Chance said, looking at the sorry mess Euan had made. “Someone put him out of his misery and get rid of the carcass.”
Euan squeaked, the only noise he could make, before Sunny slit his throat. Sunny watched him bleed out and turned back to the others. “I’ll have the prospects put his body in the incinerator and clean this place up.”
“Let’s roll,” Chance ordered.
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Diesel observed as Chance looked around church, everyone was present, but the information he was about to share would set some of them off. Chance kept a close eye on Pyro, who he knew was the alter ego and serial killer Justice. Justice often tracked those who’d escaped justice and dished it out for their victims. Diesel carefully checked Pyro’s eyes and saw Pyro was in control.
“Let’s get shit started,” Chance said.
“What we got?” Tiny asked.
“A fuckin’ mess. Magic needs to hear this,” Chance replied. “Anyone have a problem with me dialling him in?”
Diesel dialled Magic when Chance received headshakes.
“You’re on speaker, Diesel; explain what we just learned,” Chance ordered.
“The cult is still active. It’s now based near the Nantahala National Forest in North Carolina. The one here was a smaller version of their main camp. There are over five hundred bodies there. Two hundred and fifty men roughly and one hundred and fifty women and a hundred kids. It’s been established there for fifty years. This fuckin’ First Minister started it and rules the roost.
“The Second Minister is his nephew and a brute. They are still working the same practices, kidnapping women from the street and forcing them to be whores. Marrying women to multiple guys and ordering kids into sexual marriages as soon as girls begin their menstruation.”
“Fuck!” Magic roared. “This shit doesn’t stop.”
“The good news is there are no other cult camps. The bad news is these fuckers are gun happy. Anyone going in is shot on sight. And they are playing cleverly. They send men out to kidnap girls from other states. If the women are a little used when they arrive, who cares? They have a cunt and ass, and that’s all that’s required,” Chance sneered in disgust.
“Christ,” Shee whispered.
