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“What did you have in mind?” Puma asks, stepping back to stand between me and Chill. He glances at the three idiots. “Chill is the reason I have a female SOA. You see, most men would feel uncomfortable mutilating another man’s dick. But Chill here, she gets off on it. Loves to come up with new ways to turn therapist’s favorite weapon into his greatest source of pain. I’ve seen her cut dicks off, sure, but I’ve also watched her freeze them off. Then, there was that time you flattened one between rocks.”
“Don’t forget the chemical castration,” Dice adds with a dark chuckle. “My ears are still ringing with the screams of those assholes. They were Marines, too, so you’d think they could handle pain better than they did.”
“Might have had something to do with the hot pokers shoved up their asses,” Puma says. “Man, you really fucked those assholes up. So, what have you got for these pathetic pieces of shit? Can’t see them withstanding that much pain.”
I chuckle as our victims lose every ounce of color before turning a sickly green. Puma and Dice have painted a nasty picture.
“This is Viper’s show,” Chill says. “I’m just here to help.”
“Please, don’t. We’re sorry. We’ll never touch another woman again. I promise. We won’t even look,” Thad promises.
“Hmm, that’s an idea,” I muse, picking up a knife. “Cut out their eyes. Of course, that won’t stop you from touching them. Maybe remove your fingers, too. Or, just to be certain, cut off your hands. That would definitely stop you from touching another woman.”
“Wouldn’t want to stop there,” Chill adds. “We’d be doing a disservice to all women if we didn’t cut out their tongues while we’re at it.”
“Please, don’t,” Shawn begs, tears and snot dripping from his chin.
“There is one thing you can do to avoid your fate,” I offer them. “Tell us what you did with your victims. And don’t fucking try to sell me some bullshit about being innocent. Because I’m not fucking buying it. You piss me off, and I’ll make it my mission to keep you alive for months so I can torture you every single day.”
I put down the knife and pick up the blowtorch. This one allows me to reduce the flame to the size of the tip of a pencil. After flicking it on, I approach Derrick and aim the flame toward his right nipple. I’m not close enough to do any damage, but he can feel the heat. Sweat breaks out on his forehead, and I smell the fear wafting off him.
“Want to know how long a person can live with ninety percent of their body covered in burns? We could find out. Conduct an experiment. How about it, Derrick? Want to play with me?” He rocks his head, his eyes locked on the tip of the flame. “Why not? You wanted to play with me yesterday. Changed your mind?”
Tears leak from his eyes as I shift the flame closer. The small spattering of hair around his nipple shrivels from the heat as I let the flame kiss his nipple.
“They’re at Red Rock Canyon. Near where we found you,” Derrick screams. “That’s why we were there that night. We just dropped off another body.”
“You idiot, they’ll fucking kill us,” Thad shouts at him.
I snort. “Did you think we were going to have a chat and let you go? You were dead men as soon as you stepped into my campsite. You got on our radar, and that never ends well for dickheads who hurt women. We need specific directions.”
“What are we going to do with them once we have the location?” Puma asks me.
“I have an idea,” I grin at him.
Puma sends the newer prospect, Gears, to the location. Not only does Gears like to race bicycles, but he also loves to ride off-road. He finds the location in only a matter of hours, which works out well for us. By the time I’m ready to take the assholes out to their burial site, Max returns. I need him for the next phase of my plan.
“How was the reunion?” I ask Max as he drives us to the dump site. We’re taking the club SUV, the three men tied up in the back. They’re still alive, but they won’t be for long. Not only are they alive, they’re awake and able to see their impending doom. I think I hear one of them sniffling. Good.
“Tearful. I’m not sure how Angela and Angelica will eat or sleep tonight, the way they wrapped around each other. Neither will let go soon.”
“So, Angelica is happy?” I ask. I’m sad because I’ll miss her, but her happiness is more important.
“She is, and Angela is grateful to the club for rescuing her. She plans on bringing Angelica to the clubhouse soon to visit everyone. Angela has a new boyfriend, but you know that.” I nod as I wait for Max to continue. “The three of them are coming by. From what Angela said, Reggie was a tremendous help while she searched for Angelica. He’s been her rock. If he’s a good guy, maybe we can talk him into prospecting for the club. If they stay a couple, it will give us another link to Angela and Angelica.”
“That might be a good idea. We’ll have to check him out. See if he’s a good fit. We need more prospects. Spark was going to run him. We can check in with him to see if he’s a good bet. I take it the CPS agent didn’t give us any trouble?”
“No, I think her issue was with the club. She probably thought we wanted to corrupt the little girl.”
“She’s not wrong. Elina has embraced the role of biker princess, and I’m sure she wants a partner in crime.”
Max laughs in agreement as he turns off the road leading to the destination. When Max parks, I slide out and look around. From this location, I can see my former campsite. The three punks likely spotted me when they made their last body dump. We leave the idiots in the SUV while we locate the small outcropping they described. Doesn’t take us long to find the spot. The smell leads us right to the spot. A crevasse offeredthem a convenient location to dump the bodies of their victims. With a sad heart, we return to the SUV and drag the bastards out. I take Thad while Max tosses Shawn over his shoulder. Once we’ve dumped them near the rocks, we return. I grab Derrick and ignore his pleas for mercy and forgiveness.
After I drop Derrick next to Thad, Max sets down the terrarium. Inside are three young Mojave Green Rattlesnakes. Max and I both have an affinity for snakes. We’ve raised these three from eggs. We both talked about using them to eliminate enemies of the club, especially if we planned on dumping the bodies in the desert. These snakes are extremely venomous. Max lifts the lid and gently removes the first snake. He lowers it into the face of Thad, who is trying desperately to shift away from the hissing reptile. In a flash, the snake sinks his fangs deep into flesh. Max returns the snake to his habitat, then we each take a remaining snake and repeat the process with Derrick and Shawn. Max returns the terrarium to the SUV while I watch the men. Someone bitten by an adult snake can recover. If they get to a hospital. However, younger snakes empty their venom sac into their victims. Since these guys aren’t going anywhere, we know we won’t have long to wait until they’re all dead.
Shawn’s the first to succumb. Less than thirty minutes later, the other two follow. We leave them to the elements and scuff up the scene to hide our presence.
I try talking Max into stopping at Barry Jones’s place, but he wisely talks me out of it. I need to get back to the clubhouse before Rafe returns and finds me gone. No sense adding to his worry.
