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“Dice, this is fucking Ray. If anyone’s alive after all this, it has got to be her. We have to keep this between us. We need to keep him occupied and away from wherever she is. He needs to grieve because if she’s doing this, I don’t think she believes she’s coming out of this alive, and we can’t let him lose her all over again.”
“Fuck!” Viking punches the wall, putting another hole in it. “I can’t do that to Steel, I won’t, I need to leave. I'm going back to Carmen’s. I can’t watch him fall apart and not say anything.”
“You do what you have to, Brother, but this stays between us. That’s an order!”
Viking nods, then leaves, just like that, gone.
“Fuck, this is so fucked up. He’s gonna want answers. He’s gonna need something. What do we do? What do we say?” Dice asks me, and right now, I’m fucking winging it.
“Firstly, we watch the rest of that footage, then you fry the thing. I want it so that not even Dane can put it back together. Then we burn the stuff he hasn't seen, and we pretend we got nothing. Back to the drawing board, and we keep him on a wild fucking goose chase till either Bas is dead or they both are!”
“Fuck, Pres, you sure about this? This is Steel. He’ll never forgive you for this if he finds out!” Dice claps me on the shoulder.
“Let's make sure he doesn’t find out. We need to make sure we refer to Bas as Dante, we need to make sure we talk about Ray past tense, and we need to make sure that this stays between us.”
Dice nods at me, and we lock the door and carry on. The footage gets worse. Dante never lays a finger on her, always Roach. He’s trying to break her to prove he’s stronger than her, but she won’t let him win. She’s wasting away before our eyes and refuses to back down. The day she gets the scar on her face is a day Dante isn’t there. It's another day Roach is trying to fuck her, but she ridicules him, so he can’t even get hard, and he loses it.
“You think you’re so fucking brilliant, don’t you? He doesn’t want you, no one does!”
“Really? Is that why you keep trying to stick that pathetic thing you call a dick inside me? Firstly, I’m dryer than the Sahara looking at your ugly fucking mug, and secondly, that thing wouldn’t even touch the fucking sides.”
“You take that back, you fucking whore. You think Steel’s so impressive? He’s fucking nothing. You saw the way he fucked that doctor. He didn’t give a shit about you!”
“Maybe, but at least he could get it up. The only person you’re gonna injure with that limp fucking dick is yourself!”
“Maybe I should shut you the fuck up and stick it in your filthy fucking mouth!”
“Be my fucking guest!” She opens her mouth, and he starts to undo his jeans, grabbing and yanking at his dick, trying to get it out of his boxers quick enough. He grabs the back of her hair, and she opens her mouth wider; he slides his dick between her lips and groans a split second before he screams. Next thing, he's punching her in the head, and there's blood coming from her mouth.
“Fuck, did she just bite his dick off?” Dice asks, but I can't make out from the footage. She’s laughing, but her teeth stay firmly clamped. He punches her again and again, and he's still screaming. Next, Dante is running down the stairs, grabbing either side of Ray’s jaw and prying it open. Roach drops to the floor, cupping his junk, and Ray throws her head back and spits a mouth full of blood at him.
“I’d think twice if I were you, sticking things where they don’t belong.”
Dante helps Roach up and carries him out while Ray spits the blood out on the floor, cursing like a sailor.
It's a while before Roach comes back. His hand is shaking as he gets hold of the scalpel. “Let's see how great you think you are when I carve up your pretty little face, bitch.”
Smiling at him again, she says, “Ah, Roach, you think I’m pretty?” She laughs, and as he carves down her face. She holds so still while he cuts.
He grins at her. “See how well life works for you without the use of your fucking eyes.” As he goes to carve the other one, he gets punched by Dante, who slams him to the floor. “You motherfucker!” he roars, and he punches him again before he gets to his feet and grabs some towels and tries to clean Ray up. “Reaper, hey, can you see me? Ray.”
She opens her eyes and nods before closing them again as the blood runs down her face. Dante rushes off, and Roach gets up from the floor and starts beating the shit out of Ray, punching and kicking at her till she’s covered in blood and wheezing for breath, her head lolling, and she’s barely hanging on now. “Fuck, this must be before he dropped her back here. Roach really beat the shit out of her.”
Next thing, Roach is running off, and it’s a good ten minutes before Dante comes back with supplies to fix Ray up, but when he sees the state of her, he unties her from the cuffs and carries her out of the room, checking the date and time stamp. It's three hours before she was dumped back here.
“Fuck, does anyone come back?” Dice speeds through a few more days of footage, but nothing, “Destroy it!” I bark. “Now, Dice.”
He nods, and we get to work getting rid of everything that will lead them to Bas and Ray. Fuck, this is all going to shit. What the fuck do we do now?
Ray
I take a deep breath as I enter the club. This is the last place I want to fucking be, but this is where my no-good brother is, so this is where I need to be. I need to find him. I need to join him and play nice while I figure out everything that’s going on with his organisation, then I’m gonna burn him to the fucking ground.
“Bas,” I rasp, my voice has barely been used in weeks. I left Steel a month ago and haven’t spoken to anyone since I shut myself away in a safe house. I got fit and well. My injuries are almost healed, well, my external ones, anyway. We’re ignoring the internal ones. I can worry about them if I make it out of this alive; then I might have a little breakdown. Till then, though, everything’s getting shoved back down and sealed away tightly.
As I walk up to his table, they’re playing poker. Some things never change. Bas always had an issue with drugs and gambling, which is how he ended up fake dead in the first place. Turns out he cut the fuckers a deal. They dumped someone else’s body in that ditch and set fire to it, then Bas used Timothy’s fucking passport to flee. He set up here as it was near to our operations, and he’s slowly been trying to cause trouble and build an empire to take us down. If only you had paid more attention to me, big brother, you would know I’m here to take you down, but I’m playing the long game.
“Bas!” I shout over the background noise. Two guys rise from their seats with guns trained on me. “Oh, sit the fuck back down. I could have shot you all before you even knew I was here.”
