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Reaper’s hand lifted, and he pressed the tip of the iron to the underside of the man’s scrotum. His mouth popped open in a cry of agony, followed by a scream that sent chills down my spine, his body shaking as the glowing heat of the metal burned through his skin and into his right testicle.
Holy fuck. I couldn’t imagine that level of pain.
“You feel like answering now?” Reaper asked, pulling away the iron and chuckling when skin came with it, melting under the intense temperature.
The man whimpered before his head lowered, passing out from the shock it sent through his system.
“They never last as long as I like,” Reaper mumbled, moving to the next prisoner.
This next guy began shouting right away, spilling every damn secret that he could. “Mike Huber sent us! I swear to you! I didn’t get paid enough for this. Whatever you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
“I know you will,” Reaper replied calmly, turning the branding iron around in his hand and spinning it a few times before he rushed forward, thrusting it into the guy’s open mouth as he gripped his jaw.
The brand seared his tongue, almost melting his lips as Reaper began laughing. “I fucking hate an eager snitch. Fucking coward.”
The iron tugged free with bits of flesh and skin as howls of pain gurgled in the man’s throat. His eyes widened from shock as his body jolted and then spasmed. Maybe the fucker would die and rid the world of his useless inhalation of oxygen.
The third prisoner lifted his chin, staying in eye contact with Reaper as he approached. “I know what you want. It leaves us with a problem because I won’t betray my boss.”
Reaper listened, mulling over his words.
“There isn’t shit you don’t know now, so there’s not much point in wasting words. I won’t ask for mercy. It’s a fool’s request.”
“And a coward’s,” I added.
“Where did they take the girl?”
“Huber’s oldest warehouse close to the docks.”
Reaper spun around, heading back to the forge. “I’ll make it quick. Any preference?”
The man swallowed hard before he answered. “Straight through the heart or the brain.”
“As you wish.”
Without warning, Reaper grabbed the gun from behind his back, where he tucked it into the waistband of his jeans. Aimingat the third prisoner, he pulled the trigger back, shooting him in the forehead—a perfect bullseye.
The sniveling coward in the middle cried out, blubbering nonsense through blistered lips or what was left of them. Reaper must have had enough because he fired two shots. The first in his dick. The second, right in the asshole’s face.
The first guy never moved. He still hadn’t regained consciousness since the branding. Reaper would take care of him later.
“Who’s cleaning up the mess?” I asked, wrinkling my nose at the gore and the blood slowly rolling downward, leaking into the drain in the center of the room.
“Fuck if I know. Ain’t gonna be me.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “We need to share this with Devil.”
“My favorite part,” Reaper snickered.
“No, your favorite part is the kill.”
He didn’t deny it.
“DO YOU THINK SHE’Sokay?” I asked Reaper, thinking of Henny. I hoped Mike didn’t hurt her. She didn’t deserve that shit, but I wasn’t fooling myself. Mike Huber wasn’t an honorable man. I just couldn’t figure out how he knew she was here and why he wanted to take her.
“Don’t know.”
“You don’t care?” I asked, skeptical.
