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She’s staring at me like she doesn’t know me. But she has no room to judge. She’s killed men before, too. She pretends like she’s not as bloodthirsty as the rest of us, but she is. I know she is.
“Can I do the first one, Prez?” I ask excitedly. Bash tilts his head, his sweaty hair plastered to his face as he watches me slowly approach. He gives me a small nod and steps back. “Christmas came early. Thanks Prez.”
I crouch beside Ginger and grin up at him. Using my knife, I cut the leg off his sweatpants, exposing his pale thigh, and shove the fabric around his ankle. “Need a tan, mate.” I tap my knife against his skin and his muscle twitches.
I run the sharp blade over him, watching goosebumps ripple. This is the part I love, the part I crave. The anticipation of the first slice, the fear in their body, the excitement in mine. There’s something fucking glorious about that first cut, watching the fresh blood seep from it.
“Tell us a bit about your daddy,” I say, still stroking the knife against his skin. Ginger doesn’t respond, and I flick my eyes up to him. “Does he have your baby sister locked away so he can fuck her? Or has he already sold her to the highest bidder?” Ginger’s jaw tenses, something like hatred flickering in his eyes. “Ah.”
Looking back at Bash, I know he saw it, too. Ginger’s soft spot—his sister.
“Or is he saving her for you?” I ask, looking back at him. His lips press into a hard line, like he’s forcing himself to not speak. “I bet she’s pretty. Does she have red hair like you?”
We just need this fucker to talk. Once he does, I know he’ll sing and we’ll get all kinds of information.
“What do you think, Prez?” I look back at Bash. “I say we take his sister. It’s only fair. Since he tried to take our girl, we take his.” Ginger jerks on his restraints and I smile. Bash’s jaw tenses under his thick, dark beard.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Ginger snarls, his voice hoarse. I peer up at him again, my blade still going back and forth. He’s seemingly forgotten about it. Good.
“Or what?” I taunt and he jerks on the bindings again. “She’s seventeen, right? Almost legal.” He snaps his teeth at me, snarling. “And that barely legal pussy—” I groan and hear uncomfortable shuffling behind me.
I might be a sick fuck, but I’m not sick enough to go after barely legal girls. Ginger, if he was fucking smart, would know that. But he doesn’t. Or he’s too far gone in this little game I’m playing with him to remember he’s never seen me with a woman under twenty-four.
“You know all about that, though, right?” I continue stroking the blade up and down his thigh. “They’re different, aren’t they? Feel better. Tighter.” He jerks forward again. “How’s your sister feel, Ging?”
“Fuck you,” he spits. “Leave her out of this. She doesn’t know any of this shit. She’s not in the life.” I narrow my eyes, but he keeps talking. “She’s innocent. Don’t fucking touch her.”
“Innocent,” I muse. “Innocent like Skye?” He freezes. “Is she more innocent than a seven-year-old?” His eyes widen as I press the tip of the blade against his thigh. “Is she more deserving of safety than Skye? Skye’s not in the life either, but you were still going to take her from us.”
She’s our little club princess, and while kids aren’t my favorite, that one is. That one I’ve claimed. She’s under my protection—she’s under the protection of every man and woman in this fucking club. We take any threat to her seriously. And this motherfucker threatened her in the worst way.
I press my blade slowly into his thigh, feeling his skin and muscle separate. He hisses through his teeth, his hateful eyes trained on mine. I take my time embedding the knife.
“You know the lengths we’ll go to keep her safe,” I say darkly as I look down at the blade disappearing into his leg. “You know that kid is the beating heart of this club. And yet,” I look up at him, “you’re stupid enough to try to take her away. Why?”
He doesn’t say anything. His bloody spit flies as he tries to breathe through the pain.
“We’re going to enjoy this,” I say, my voice soft. “We’re going to enjoy watching Ax slaughter you. You know what he can do, you’ve seen it.” He pales at that, at the memories of Axel killing a man with his bare hands, squeezing the life from him. “He’s going to make it a slow death. As much as we,” I jerk my head back to Bash and Reid, “love Skye. She’s his daughter, man. You fucked up.”
I stop sliding the blade in when I hit bone. To his credit, he still hasn’t screamed. But I’m about to make him. Pain-filled screams are my favorite songs, the thing that brings me calmness and comfort. The thing that makes me forget about the rest of the world and only focus on ridding it of the sick, twisted, evil fuck in front of me.
Grabbing the peeler, I hold it in front of his face. Ginger was a Prospect for a year and was only recently patched in. He saw some shit, but he hasn’t seen all of it. And this, the peeler, he hasn’t seen.
It’s my favorite, but I save it for the really evil ones. Like him.
“Tell us where we can find the girls in L.A.,” Bash drawls, his voice shaking with his restraint. I rest the peeler on Ginger’s thigh, right in front of the blade. He stares down at it, anticipating the first slice. “Ginger!” He snaps his attention to Bash.
“They—they take them to this warehouse,” he says, his chest heaving. “If you let me out, I’ll show you. I can—” I snort and dig the peeler blade into his skin. “Wait. Wait.” I ignore him as I drag it down slightly, watching the thick red blood pool around it. “Wait!” His body jerks, forcing his leg back. Skin begins to slide through the peeler. “My dad isn’t involved in this.”
“Bullshit,” Bash scoffs.
“No, no.” Ginger shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut as I slowly drag the peeler down more, letting more skin slide through. He lets out an agonized scream, but I don’t stop. And I won’t until Bash tells me to. “He’s involved, but he’s not close to it! Montgomery is just a grunt. He buys and sells girls and gives my dad the money. My dad hasn’t ever even met him. He has hundreds of men like Montgomery around the state.”
“We know he’s trying to expand,” Bash says, and Ginger nods frantically, letting out another pained scream.
“He’s trying to take over the entire West Coast,” he pants. “He’ll never stop. Even after he’s dead, my brother will take over.”
“You haven’t heard?” I grin up at him, finally pausing my peeling. He’s breathing heavily as he stares down at me.
