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The Baroness turns up her nose, and Hurricane shakes his head. “Let the drainin’ begin.” He then thrusts the scalpel into her side, and she screams as he slices her down to her ribs, the blood draining instantly onto the table, then sliding down and dripping into the catchment bucket below.
“Anythin’?” Hurricane asks as she pants out her fast breaths.
She spits at him, but it falls short, falling to the floor at his feet.
He shakes his head. “I see we’re in for a ride, Baroness. But I don’t want to have all the fun… boys?”
Six steps up, his lips finally turning back to a normal color, though he still looks cold as he moves in next to the Baroness, grabbing a melon baller that has been sharpened on the edges especially for torture. He glances down at her, rolling his shoulders. “I’ve had a lot of enemies in my time, Connie. But there was never one where I had to literally die for twenty-four hours to beat them. You’ve been a worthy adversary, just not good enough to beat all of us as a brotherhood. I’m gonna enjoy this.”
He pushes the melon baller into her stomach, carving out a hunk of flesh. Connie screams a blood-curdling howl.
Her eyes flood with tears from the pain as Hurricane steps forward again.
“Ready to talk, now?” he asks.
She shakes her head from side to side, breathing frantically out of her nose. “Okay, we resort to stronger methods. Brothers, one in, all in.”
We raise our brows as we step forward, grabbing an instrument of some kind off the table. I take a scalpel, and we surround the Baroness. A man at every position of her body. Her eyes widen like she’s finally terrified.
Hurricane tilts his head. “I need her alive, but we all have a cross to bear with her, so…make. Her. Bleed,” he states.
We all hesitate for a moment, but Bayou chuckles. “Fucking yeah!” he states, then begins slicing into her leg.
She screams out, but we don’t hold back. I move in, over her stomach, and slice down. The baroness screams so loud with the dozens of cuts slicing into her body in synchronization. It must be agony. But there is a thrill in doing this with my brothers beside me, in taking pain out on the person who caused so much to all of us—the person who tried to break our clubs apart.
She screams, her body struggling against the attack on her system as she wriggles, trying to fight us off. Blood streams down the table to the bucket below as everyone except Zero joins in.
He stands back, arms crossed, watching—waiting.
“Stooop!” she screams out. “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you, just stop!” she begs.
We all glance at Hurricane, and he nods, so almost in unison, we step back, raising our hands. Her skin is turning pale. She’s fading, and we need to get this information quickly.
Hurricane steps up to her head, grabbing her face in his hands and staring her in the eyes. “Tell me…what you did!”
The loss of blood is causing her to shut down. He slaps the Baroness’ face to bring her back, and she clears her throat. “The Bunker… the girls… As a distraction, I went down in the bunker so it looked like I had nothing to do with it. But I told Anton exactly where the girls were, told him to shoot my men out the front so it looked like I had no involvement, and to shoot me in the process.”
Anger surges through all of us at her betrayal.
Hurricane begins pacing, pure rage racing through him. “We trusted you to keep our women safe. Why thefuckdid you lead them down there to be slaughtered?”
Her eyes roll into the back of her head, but Hurricane slaps her across her face. “No. No fuckin’ way. You wake up and tell meright now!”
She lets out a little cough. “If you were at war with the Bratva, you had more of a reason to need Houston to come fight with you, more of a reason to carry out whatIneeded. This wasallfor my benefit. The women were simply casualties in the war I was waging, Hurricane. It wasn’t anything personal against your women. Just personal against Six… and Zero… for not being man enough to be the president they all need.”
We all turn our heads to Zero, who has been fairly calm and quiet throughout this whole process. He was the first to start an alliance with the Baroness.
He has dealt with her the longest.
This bitch’s betrayal cuts the deepest with him, especially because she tried to kill his brother. He walks over to stand at her head and brings his hand out, gently caressing her hair. “Baroness, we’ve been through a lot. I trusted you with my club… with my family. I recommended you and your services to fellow chapters. I fuckingvouchedfor you. I was your cheerleader. AndIwas afucking fool.No one haseverbeen as manipulative and as willing to stab you in the back while staring you in the eyes as you are. Well, Connie… let me look you in the eyes while I am man enough to do so… I have needed to do this for along fucking time…” he snarls, reaching for her shirt and ripping off a section of the material. He hands it to Six and then bends down under the table and picks up the bucket of her blood.
Zero glares at her. “You’re so full of your own self-importance, so I think it’s about time you drown in it. Goodbye, Baroness,” Zero states and signals to Six. He slides the piece of her shirt over her mouth, smothering her face.
Constance screams out her protest. The words she cries are muffled by the fabric and the force Six holds the material down with as he grips either side of her face, keeping it locked in position.
“You tried to play us against each other. You wanted blood, Connie? We’ll give you blood.” Zero growls as he begins pouring the crimson liquid over the cloth above her mouth. She writhes, struggling from side to side, coughing and spluttering, but the slow, steady pour keeps going, the rest of us hanging back, watching as the Baroness drowns in her own demise.
Her body jerks, her hands fisting on the table, as her entire body stiffens with the lack of oxygen circulating through her system. Her lungs flood with blood, draining the life from her before our very eyes.
