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"True. No one is to repeat what happens here," Ace tells them. "That includes your women. Club business is exactly that."
"Ready?" Shadow asks as the elevator doors open into the penthouse apartment.
"So fuckin' ready," I hiss.
I hear shitty pop music playing through the speakers, and I shake my head. Christ, the man needs to get better taste in music. But at least he's fucking here. He's going to die tonight. I stalk through the apartment, my brothers doing the same.
It's Cage's voice that I hear ring out through the open-plan home. "Found the weasel," he snarls. "Hidin' in the fuckin' closet. Pussy-ass bitch."
I chuckle. If Octavia were to hear him, she'd be pissed. I watch in amusement as Rush lifts Harry by his collar through the apartment and throws him to the floor at my feet.
"You," he hisses.
"Warned you, asshole," I snarl. "Warned you what would happen if you went near her."
He scrambles to his feet. "She's mine," he hisses. "Was mine first and she'll always be mine. She's coming home."
"The fuck she is," Rush growls. "Esme is comin' nowhere near you. Not fuckin' ever."
"You put your hands on her," I say, my voice vibrating with anger. "You kicked her. You fucking hit her. There are bruises on her body from you."
He pales as I edge closer to him. He seems to realize that he fucked up. He should have heeded my warning. "W-w-w-what are you going to do?" he stammers.
"I'm goin' to enjoy killin' you," I say with a smile. "It's goin' to be fun listenin' to your screams."
He shakes his head. "No," he cries. "You can't. My father won't allow it."
Ace chuckles. "You should have realized, fucker, that your father has no fuckin' say in what we do. Your father is goin' to lose everythin' he's worked for and we're goin' to enjoy the rewards. You should have taken Makenna up on her deal today. Had you have done, you'd be alive come mornin'."
"Your death isn't goin' to be easy," I tell him. "It's goin' to hurt and it's goin' to be horrendous. There's nowhere for you to run. There's no escape."
"What are you going to do?" he cries, tears streaming down his face, much like Esme's were.
"Ah, now that would be tellin'. I don't want to ruin the surprise. Rush, find something to shove in his mouth so his cries are muffled. We don't want to alert the neighbors as to what's goin' on in here." The last thing I want is for my fun to be spoiled. No fucking way. This asshole is going to feel the full effects of his actions.
It doesn't take Rush long to find a tie and a belt. I laugh. He couldn't pick one? Preach, who knows me better than anyone, grabs Harry and frog marches him out onto the balcony. The best thing about living in the penthouse of an obnoxiously tall building? There's no one around who can see you, especially when you have tall fucking walls blocking the view up.
Rush and Preacher tie the fucker to the chair, rush shoving the tie into his mouth and using the belt to secure it.
"What happens now?" Rush asks. This will be the first time he's seen any of us kill someone. He chose the wrong time to join us. This isn't going to be pretty, and it's not something he's going to ever forget. Then again, you always remember watching your first death.
"Sit down, kid, and watch," Shadow tells him as he pushes him onto the metal chair that's out here. Seems Harry does a lot of entertaining out here. There are eight chairs around a big-ass fucking table. It's proof that money can't buy you class. The design is fucking ugly as shit and looks cheap as fuck.
Everyone takes a seat except me. I walk back into the apartment in search of something. It doesn't take me long to find it. In fact, what I find is more than enough to get me started. I walk back out onto the balcony with three bottles of spirits and a vegetable oil container.
Harry's eyes widen as he sees what I have in my hands. He begins to move, trying to escape his bindings, his words muffled behind the tie that's shoved into his mouth. I take my time in pouring the vegetable oil over him, making sure I douse him properly. Once I'm satisfied with it, I reach for a paper towel and my lighter. The fucker's still trying to call for help, his words muffled, though there's no way in hell that anyone could hear him.
I light the paper towel and watch as it goes up in flames. I throw it at Harry's feet, then stand back and watch as the oil he's doused in goes up like an inferno. His screams are louder, but still extremely muffled. There's no escaping the fire that engulfs his body.
The smell of burning flesh is rancid when it hits me. It's worth the price to ensure that this fuck is out of my woman's life. He'll never be able to hurt her again. The heat of the flames is like a furnace. I take the cap of the whisky bottle, step closer to the flames, and pour the whisky over him. It sets plumes of smoke bellowing from him. There's no fucking way in hell that he's going to be alive after this. Hell, I'd be surprised if he's still alive now.
I cough as the smoke filters up my nostrils and into my lungs. I'm not the only one. The smoke is thick and black, and there's no getting away from it. Just a little longer and we're done.
"Christ," Preach says, getting to his feet. "A little warnin' next time," he says through a cough.
Ace laughs. "Fuck, it's time to get the hell out of here."
Shadow rises from his chair. "May need to rethink your nickname," he says with a laugh.
