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“I’ll make this easier for you. The ones that answer our questions won’t get punished as severely as the others, but make no mistake, none of you are leaving here alive. It just means that your death will not be as painful.”
“Y-you can’t hurt us. You said everyone in the club swore never to hurt a woman,” Tiffany stutters as she bats her eyelashes, trying to flirt her way out of this.
“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” I say as I walk forward and start circling both of them. “The bylaws state that the male club members have to swear that they will never harm women or children. But you see, I don’t have a dick and I wear my balls on my chest, so there’s nothing in the bylaws that prevents me from handling women issues when the need arises.”
Both women pale, and Tiffany actually looks like she might cry, but I’m not falling for their tricks. Once again, I step back and give Thor a chin lift.
The dark look that comes over his face makes me break out in goosebumps as he smirks at me. Walking to one of the tool cabinets, he pulls out a giant hammer that looks like a hammer that would be befitting of Thor, the Norse God of thunder.
Dragon’s right behind him and grabs a coiled length of rope that I quickly realize is a cat o’ nine tails whip. The design of the whip looks like it’s made of scales that remind me of his vibrant tattoos. The tails are all tipped with metal barbs that look extremely sharp and painful. Some of them have metal barbs up the lengths of the tails, much like the spikes on the tails of dragons you’d see in a lot of fantasy pictures.
I lick my lips as my gaze roams over my men as they circle our three male guests. Fuck, there must be something wrong with me because seeing them like this is sexy as fuck. Either that or it’s the fact that I haven’t been able to have sex in two weeks. Maybe both.
“Before we get to the main event, Dragon and I have a little present for you three. You thought you could put your hands on our woman and take her for your own selves and your sick pleasure. That was a big mistake. You’re going to get a taste of what Dragon and I like to dole out as punishment. You’re going to find out exactly how we got our road names.”
Thor hefts his hammer in the air a few times and then swings violently, smashing Fang’s right kneecap. Screams ring out through the room and a part of me relishes his pain. He does the same to Travis and then Sean.
He looks over his shoulder at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Wildcat, can you lower the chains for their arms?”
I do as he asks, though I am curious about what he has planned next. When Phoenix and Ryder step forward, pulling three tables on casters with two large cuffs mounted on the table, I can’t help the grin that forms.
All three of them soon have their wrists secured, the restraints forcing them to keep their palms flat on the thick metal tables. Screams once again ring out as Thor smashes each of their hands.
Phoenix and Ryder unlock their wrists and push the tables against the wall and out of the way. Thor gives me a chin lift and I raise their restraints once again.
“I would like to continue, but I’m not the only one that wants your blood today. Dragon?”
Thor steps back, placing his hammer on the table, and turns back toward our guests.
Dragon paces the floor in front of them as he uncoils his whip. When he cracks it, you can hear the tails cut through the air with a wicked crack that sends a shiver down my spine.
“You three touched what wasn’t yours to touch. You hurt my Spitfire. My Enchantress. My Queen. We’re going to make you pay tenfold for the pain you caused her and my brother.”
When he steps around behind them, every one of their heads pivot to try and keep him in their line of sight, even the women.
He says nothing else as his whip cracks through the air. Travis is the first that cries out and then curses follow. Dragon spends the next few minutes whipping Fang, Travis, and Sean, though he focuses mostly on Fang and Travis. Most likely because one, they were the ones that hurt both Andre and me the most, and two because we don’t want Sean to die before he coughs up his information.
Dragon whips Fang’s back one more time before he coils up his whip and sets it down on the metal tables against the wall.
His gaze connects with mine and the heat in it has a fire lighting inside me. Yeah, there’s got to be something wrong with me to be turned on by my men enacting vengeance on my behalf.
Thor steps forward and Dragon and Andre flank him.
“Now that we have our warmup in, you’re going to answer our questions or things are going to get even more painful for you.”
Since we’re now at the questioning part of our session, I grab one of my boxes from the tool cabinet to start assembling something a friend built for me. I pull out several metal pieces, a few joining pieces, small metal chains, and their remotes. I start screwing the pieces together and assembling as both my men give me dark grins. They’re the only two who know all my surprises, though I notice more than one of the club brothers keeping an eye on what I’m doing. Thor takes my cue and continues.
“Who do you and your father, Sterling, work for Travis?”
Travis’ chains rattle as he tries to stand up taller. “What makes you think we aren’t at the top?”
Andre shakes his head as he taps his knife against the tips of his fingers. “Nah, neither of you are smart enough to be the person in charge.”
As expected, Travis’ face is starting to turn red. His ego is his biggest weakness. I’d given them tips on what gets under their skin and a few buttons to push that are liable to get some sort of response.
“No, I’m thinking the West’s have got to be some of the lower grunt men, even if they do have money, but money won’t protect them in here,” Dragon says. “And if they’re some of lower grunts, that would mean Fang’s even lower than that, since it appears Travis and Sterling were pulling the strings for their section of the puppet show.”
Now Fang’s getting red in the face, and I’m wondering which will be the first to crack.
