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Next to me, Cain picks his popcorn back up and resumes munching on it. I guess that means he likes what he sees.
“Are you absolutely sure you have nothing to tell me?” Gray asks patiently. “Like, who’s feeding you intel about our club?”
Wait what… there’s a fucking snitch in the club?
“You’ll get nothing from me, Black,” Brick sneers.
“I really fucking hope not,” Gray chuckles as he drags the knife down toward Brick’s abs.
The Reaper screams in pain, but doesn’t offer up any information to save himself. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. If there really is honor amongst thieves, there has to be a code of honor between MCs, right?
My eyes remain on Gray as he keeps asking Brick questions, and for each non-answer he cuts him again. The man’s screams bounce off the concrete walls, hurting my ears as they turn more and more guttural. The scene unfolding in front of me is like a car crash, and I can’t look away even if I wanted to.
I’m surprised I haven’t felt the need to be sick or leave yet, even as blood streams from Brick and onto the plastic covering the floor. Even as quite a lot is splattered across Gray’s hair, face, and body.
As gruesome as the reality of what’s unfolding in front of my eyes is, I can’t help comparing it to see it like a sick dance.
Since I’ve never given torture much thought in the past, I’ve never known it was like that. But sitting here, it’s hard not to analyze the situation. The more I watch Gray as he moves, the more I think I get it. His actions are made with the level of precision that comes from experience, from knowing how to achieve his goal.
The knife he wields might be his tool, but the words he spews and the way he keeps circling Brick is calculated and adds to the distress of the Reaper. Where he barely spoke before, he’s now screaming and shouting insults and threats to me.
It’s easy to see that the threats hit Gray harder than he wants any of us to see, but he keeps his cool… mostly.
“I can’t believe he hasn’t peeled any of his skin off yet,” Cain whines from next to me. Then he proceeds to shove more popcorn into his mouth.
Even though I don’t want to hear the answer, I ask, “Is that what you do?”
He shrugs and grins at me. “Sometimes. I don’t like being predictable, but I’ve been known to do it once or twice.”
“Last chance, Brick,” Gray growls menacingly. “Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll kill you now instead of dragging it out.”
Apart from the heavy breathing, the Reaper barely makes a sound. He doesn’t whimper or cry out, and though I hate to admit it, I’m impressed. I’m pretty sure I would have spilled every single secret by now.
Gray nods before he lunges at the Reaper, wrapping his hand around Brick’s wrist. I watch, unable to blink, as he brings the knife down on the Reaper’s pinky and ring finger. The sound as he cuts through the flesh, muscle, and bones is sickening. Sweat beads on my forehead and runs down my spine, and my mouth opens in horror.
As Gray turns to look in our direction, Cain shoves his empty bag of popcorn in my face, and hisses, “Cover your face. If he sees you look at him like that he won’t be able to finish.”
I nod sharply, knowing that Cain’s right. Even if I doubted him, the fact that he isn’t being dramatic is enough to convince me.
It’s not until Gray removes the index finger as well that I realize what he’s doing. He’s making the man suffer for what the Reapers did to Rose. I know it should gross me out, and it does. But I also like knowing that Gray’s getting revenge for her.
“Just kill me, you fucker,” the Reaper screams. “I won’t tell you shit.”
As the third finger falls to the ground with a sickening thud, Gray turns back to the table, ignoring the howls coming from Brick. He picks something up that resembles an ice cream scoop before turning back to the Reaper.
“Not a fucking chance in hell,” Gray sneers. “I’m not stopping until you’ve paid for every single thing ever done to any member of my club.”
Bricks let out a guttural roar. “I didn’t fucking cut her fingers off you sick fuck.”
Gray shrugs, “Doesn’t matter to me. You’re a Reaper, so you’re going to pay for allyourclub’s transgressions againstmine.”
“You might want to close your eyes for this,” Cain whispers, and when I shake my head, he rolls his eyes. “Fucking women. Fine, have it your way. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Then he begins to hum to himself, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s MC Hammer’s‘U Can’t Touch This’.
Fucking psycho.
It turns out I should have listened to Cain’s warning, something I don’t realize until Gray uses the scoop thingy to… to… he fucking uses it to remove one of Brick’s eyes.
