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They do the talking while the soldiers do the grunt work.
“I wanted to come in and see who this fucker was for myself. Morgan’s a good man, so I wanted to see the cunt who shot him get fucked up. Call me crazy, but I need some bloodlust tonight.”
Trap chuckles, Alfie smirks, and Morgan nods with a giant smile. “Thanks, Cain, my man,” Morgan states, his arm still buried in a sling.
“Right, enough of the tame shit.” I walk up to the guy whose chin is hanging against his chest. Blood drips from his mouth down his torso as he zones in and out of consciousness.
I want to take my pain out on him.
I want to make the blood seep from his pores so violently that his body will be unrecognizable.
But right now, I have a job to do. I need to keep my head screwed on if I’m to find out the information I need. “What’s your position in Zorko’s ranks?”
He groans, and I move in, kicking his shin hard in annoyance. He screams out in pain, seeming to wake up as his head flies up and his eyes flutter open.
I can’t help the small, satisfied smile that creeps onto my lips. “Position?”
He shrugs. “I’m a no one. I do the odd jobs that no one else wants to do.”
“So you won’t be missed then?” I jab with a smirk.
His eyes open wide as he grits his teeth. “I’m more important than you think.”
I chuckle. “For a lackey… I think not. Morgan, do you want to have a little fun?”
“Have fun with me, and I’ll have fun withallyour women. I’ll fuck them so hard that their pussies will split open so fiercely they won’t ever be tight enough for you fuckers again. I’ll slice their mouths open with my knife like the Joker’s smile so my giant cock will fit in their mouths while I fuck their faces into the middle of next week. Then I’ll go after your mother, your sisters, your nieces. Any and all women in your life won’t be safe if you touch me.” He smiles and sneers out, “Your choice.”
I don’t take threats from anybody.
This guy doesn’t know who he’s messing with, and he certainly picked the wrong day to piss me the fuck off. Walking to the built-in cupboard, I slide the door back to reveal an array of tools and implements used for various delightful, torturous things.
I grab the soldering iron.
Alfie and Trap chuckle while I push the cart over, place it on top, plug the iron into the wall, and switch it on. The guy looks at me, furrowing his brows in confusion, not knowing how this works. He hasn’t been around the underworld for long, obviously.
I stand back, as always. I shouldn’t get my hands dirty—it’s not befitting the second-in-charge— but fuck if a part of me isn’t itching to take out my anger on this cocksucker. I know it’s bad, I know that makes me evil, but after losing Makaylie today, after losing control, I want to take the pain away by causing pain.
It’s wrong.
It’s fucked up.
I’m well aware of that.
But Iam fucked up, and I know that too.
And this guy damn well deserves what he’s going to get for saying the shit he’s just said about our Bachelor women.
The smell of burning metal wafts through the air as the soldering iron comes to temperature. Alfie pulls a stool up in front of the guy for Morgan, who picks up the small, long instrument with his good hand. Morgan shows his perfectly white teeth as he smiles widely.
The guy starts to pant hard through his nose, his eyes bugging out of his head. “Youcan’tdo this.”
“I can, and I will,” Morgan replies, then leans forward, pressing the burning hot metal into the guy’s forehead. It sizzles, smoke rising from his flesh, instantly turning red and blistering. My body relaxes, relishing in the pleasure of his pain as he screams out in utter agony. He goes to shake his head free, but Alfie is quickly on him, grabbing him in a headlock and holding him in place while Morgan continues his artwork on the guy’s forehead.
The rancid odor of burning flesh wafts through the air as smoke spirals. His incessant panting through screams of pain gives me a high.I wonder just how crooked this guy is. Morgan continues to etch something into his forehead as his shrill, piercing wails echo through the small room while he tries to flail about in the chair.
I stand back with Trap against the back wall and watch. We both lean with our arms folded as Alfie and Morgan take out their revenge. It’s sweet, it’s justified, and this fucker deserves everything he’s getting for shooting Morgan. But even more so for threatening our women.
That’s not something we tolerate.
