Page 45 of Twisted Iron


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Mike Huber didn’t talk as I entered the dungeon, boldly staring at me as if he still had a card to play in this game. He didn’t. Daddy wouldn’t be able to save him this time.

I made sure of that.

“I spoke to Porcia,” I informed him casually, picking up the hot poker Reaper liked to use for branding. The end had been immersed in flame for a couple of hours, and I smiled at the bright red end as I walked toward him. “She said you didn’t act on Daddy’s behalf. They didn’t know about your involvement in that cult.”

He scoffed.

“Does your father and sister know how much you like little girls?”

“Fuck you, Draven.”

“Nah, I prefer pussy, the kind that’s over eighteen.” Smirking, I took the poker and brought it close to one of his eyes. “Tell me where you took Amelia and her daughter. They aren’t at her bar.”

I went to Henny’s room with the intention of telling her that Amelia and Josie were missing. No one was at the bar. When I found her sleeping on her back, covers pushed aside, and her thighs parted, I had to make her mine. Andfuck, I was already addicted to her tight pussy.

Cowboy rode with Manic to pick up the women after we returned to the compound. Henny had fallen asleep by the time I found out Amelia was gone. In the wind or taken, I couldn’t be sure.

I decided to talk to Mike first before I woke Henny.

“You’ll never find them in time.”

Agitated, I pressed the poker into his eye, enjoying his screams as I cooked his fucking eyeball. The damn thing popped from the pressure, oozing gunk all over Mike’s face.

“Am I gonna find them now, you piece of shit?”

He moaned, his head falling backward as he nearly passed out.

Fuck no. He wasn’t getting off that easy.

I reached for the spray bottle of cold water Reaper kept on a shelf for this reason, blasting him in the face.

Mike grunted.

“Where are they? Tell me. Now!” I roared, pressing the poker into the side of his head, burning into his ear. “I’ll fucking ruin you one body part at a time!”

Mike began mumbling as his words slurred.

“Louder!”

Raiden joined me in time to hear Mike confess their location, slapping me on the back before he ran upstairs. Manic and Cowboy rode out with him as I sank against the wall, suddenly exhausted.

“You shouldn’t have fucked with us, Mike.”

Dropping the poker, I heard it clatter as I walked out of the dungeon, heading upstairs. Outside of Henny’s room, I stood, not surprised to find Reaper in her room, staring down at her naked body, still flushed from our fucking.

He needed her. And he needed to heal.

Reaper was family. More than a brother. He was like the sibling I never had. Out of them all, I was closest to Raiden and Reaper.

Henny had worked her way into my heart, clearing a space where I didn’t think I had room for another soul. And that feeling made me want to protect her from all the bad shit in the world, especially that fucking cult.

Now that I had the leader, I needed to find the rest of them.

Mike Huber needed to suffer. For what he’d done to our Henny. To other little girls. For his deceit. Fuck, just for fucking breathing. I wanted him dead, but not yet. I had plans for him.

A trap set to catch bigger prey.

The reaping had only begun, and I couldn’t wait until the harvest.

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