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I catch Stoney’s gaze and give him a chin lift as I walk toward the doors. Outside, I head for the Pocket, flexing my fists as I go. I’m sure there are a few brothers already in there who are more than ready to get started. Hell, they’ve probably already started the party.
I tap on the door to the underground building and wait for it to open. Shadow’s already at it when I step in, but he’s working over one of the goons while Hector stays strapped to a table they’ve positioned upright, just the way I need him, with his feet in buckets. Thanks to his legs being strapped down, he’s not able to move them, and for that matter, he can’t move at all.
Staying silent, I move deeper into the room and watch as Shadow gets back to work. Blaze right there with him, demanding answers. Over in the corner, several of Hector’s goons look ready to piss themselves while Lorena sits idly, watching. Waiting. Probably seeing what we intend to do with her.
My eyes go back to what Shadow’s doing with the asshole off to the side and then over to Hector. The fucker is watching me with such hatred, I can’t help but toy with him. Moving closer, I smirk, “Enjoying your accommodations?”
“Fuck you,” he spits, his accent heavy.
“Naw, I’m good on that. See, I got to fuck my woman just right before coming out here. She wrung me dry.” Several of my brothers chuckle and even whistle at this information while Hector tries to fight his restraints.
“I’ll kill you,” he grinds out through clenched teeth.
“Yeah, I don’t think you’ll get the chance.” I tsk and shake my head. “I have it on good authority that you’ve been cut loose.”
“Lies.” I don’t think Hector’s face could go redder, but sure enough, it does. He looks damn near ready to explode.
I grin and lean in just enough to say, “Noelle is my woman. Always has been. You’re the monster in the story where I’m the hero. And guess what? Being the hero is sweet as fuckin’ pie because that means I get to feel my woman’s body naked and soft beneath me while I’m inside her. I get to fuck her how I want, and she doesn’t scream and cry in pain from what I do to her. But screams and cries out in sheer blinding pleasure that I give her each and every time.”
Hector makes a noise that sounds similar to a growl but not quite.
Turning away from him, I nod to Viper, and while the others watch on, he and I get to work. It’s messy, but we both fill buckets with quick-mix and stir it up until it’s ready. Time for the fun. Unlike whenever Stoney uses this method, we put together a small wall of plexiglass that Coyote, Neo, and Cane put around Hector. Even better, there’s plexiglass under the buckets, and we can tilt the table back.
One bucket after another, we cover Hector’s body with concrete. His screams fill the room with each small amount. Blaze gets in on the act by prying open the bastard’s mouth and putting in a baby rat. He tapes his mouth shut to keep the rat from getting out.
By the time we’re done, we can no longer hear Hector’s muffling through the tape.
Dropping the last bucket, I wipe my hands and look at Stoney and Tracker, seeing their grim expressions as they look at where the bastard is drying in the concrete. Once he’s dry, the prospect will come in and take that whole shebang out. I remember having to do the cleanup as a prospect, and it sure as fuck won’t be easy, but it’s a damn good way to take someone out.
“Let’s move on to the next problem,” Stoney announces, switching focus to the woman sitting in the cell. The way she stares at us now is one of horror as she realizes she ain’t getting out of here. “Tracker, you want to get Victoria?”
“She’s on the way with Raven and Harlow,” Tracker says, his voice filled with anger.
“Good. I want to get this done and over with. Twister and Horse have already taken off, and I want to get back to Rachel before she flips about the twins being away from her.”
“You mean before you do?” Blaze snorts. “You don’t ever like lettin’ those kids out of your sight. Or your woman.”
“You all understand why,” Stoney grumbles, and he’s right, we do.
There’s been enough drama to go around here, and all that’s happened with the ol’ ladies, I don’t blame any of the members of this club for not wanting to let their women out of their sights. I don’t like the idea of Noelle being out of mine, so I completely get where he’s coming from.
Before anyone can respond, the door opens, and the three women step inside. Victoria’s eyes lock on Lorena. If smoke could pour from her ears, it would be doing just that from the furious look on her face.
“Let’s get the answers we need,” Raven says calmly behind Victoria while Harlow moves to the cell with Ranger at her side.
Harlow yanks the bitch from inside by her hair. Lorena screams at the sudden pain. Harlow releases her grip on Lorena’s hair and sends her catapulting to the floor.
“Tell me, how did you drug all the other clubwhores?” Victoria asks, moving to squat down next to Lorena.
“Fuck you, bitch,” Lorena snaps, brushing her hair from her face and giving everyone a nasty glare.
Victoria snatches her by the throat and squeezes tight enough to make the other woman’s eyes pop. “You don’t want to test me. I haven’t gotten to torture anyone in a very long time. I would love nothing more than to pull my handy knife out and cut each body part off, one by one. I’m sure Harlow wouldn’t mind getting her hands dirty, either. She likes taking her time. You know they used to call her the Harpy.” Recognition fills Lorena’s eyes, and she tries to claw at Victoria’s hand, squeezing her throat. “You going to talk?”
Lorena nods vigorously.
“Good. Now, how did you drug the other women, and with what?” Victoria demands, releasing her grip on the other woman.
Lorena coughs and tries to catch her breath. “It was a new prototype. Perrin had it made to make women listen and think what the other person is saying is true. It works wonders with the heavenly rose drug.”
