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“Branding,” Danny says. “We’re branding them.”
Ace shrugs. “Eh, burning would be so fucking much better.”
“He’s not wrong,” Makenna says. “It would hurt a hell of a lot more than branding them.”
Denis is silent for a moment. “Anyone got anything we can burn them with?”
“Hot iron rods,” Danny says with a smirk.
“Get them,” Denis says, and when Danny turns to leave, Ace follows him. No doubt Prez has an idea of his own. But so do I. Crunk is going to be howling with pain with everything I’m going to do to him.
“You can’t get everyone involved,” Crunk says, his words laced with pain. “The Kelly’s won’t let you get them.”
Denis’ smirk says it all. “Already got him. Yet again, you’ve underestimated us and think that you’re indispensable. You’re not. You never were. We were always one step ahead of you, always have been.”
“Bullshit,” Crunk fires back. “There’s no way in hell that you’ve got Sean. No fucking way.”
“Believe what you want,” Makenna says as she grips his hair tightly, whipping his head back.
Footsteps sound, and the Demons lift their heads. Their eyes widen when they see what Danny and Ace are bringing in. Thick iron rods. They’re wearing black gloves and have some for the rest of us.
“Ready?” Mal asks as he pulls on a pair of gloves that Danny gave him. I take a pair from Ace and pull them on. I don’t hesitate. I reach for an iron rod and shove it into the fire barrel. I hold it there, waiting for it to get hot as hell.
The others join me. There are no smiles, no playful looks. Everyone’s down to business.
“Ahhhhh!” The screams begin as the girls start with burning the fuckers. Jade’s gone for Boulder and Makenna for one of the quieter fuckers at the back, one who’s kept his head down for most of the time we’ve been talking.
The second my rod touches Crunk, the fucker practically comes out of his skin, howling. I smile, loving the sound, but it’s not enough. I want to inflict a hell of a lot more pain. I want this cunt to know exactly what Chloe felt while she was in this bastard's basement.
I reheat the rod and press it against his chest over and over again. Tears fall from his eyes and cries spill from his lips. Good.
For the next hour, I burn the shit out of him. The bar is filled with the screams and cries of the Demons. Sweat falls from my body from the heat, but I don’t care. All of us are soaking wet with sweat, but we continue. We’re not letting these fuckers get away lightly.
“Okay, enough,” Denis calls out. The man has stripped down to his pants and he’s still soaked with sweat.
I throw my rod onto the floor and listen to it clatter against the tiles.
“Here,” Denis says as he passes me a fucking cattle prod.
“Damn, you Gallagher’s sure know how to party.” I shouldn’t be surprised that they’ve got this sort of shit lined up. I’ve heard about the torture these fuckers do. From scalping to flaying to shoving a rat up an ass. The Gallagher’s have no qualms against doing whatever it takes to hurt those who have wronged them, and they get creative as fuck.
I press the prod and listen to the electricity run through it. Oh, this is going to hurt. I glance at Crunk and finally see him. He’s unrecognizable. There’s not an inch of his body or face that hasn’t been touched by the hot rod. His skin has melted and the stench of burnt skin permeates the air.
The fucker has little energy left, but the moment he sees me inching toward him, he haphazardly pulls against his bindings.
“You fuckin’ bastard,” he growls, but his words aren’t filled with the same intensity as they once were.
I press the prod against his skin, right where his burns are, and let loose. The howls he releases are like a balm to my anger. It’s not eradicating it, but it’s making it tamper down. Over and over again, I electrocute the cunt, and with every prod, his cries lessen.
I don’t give a fuck if he’s no longer able to cry. I just want to inflict the most pain possible. “Damn, Pyro, you’re a fucking beast,” Jade hoots. “He looks as though he’s about to pass out.”
I don’t let up. I continue the assault on the fucker, loving the way his body shakes as the electricity runs through him. I realize that everyone has stopped with their fuckers and is watching me.
“You’re all just watchin’ me?” I ask with a raised brow.
Denis grins. “These fuckers need a break, otherwise they’re going to pass out. So, before we move on to phase three, we’re watching you.” His Irish accent is thick and heavy. “Are you going to keep going until he passes out?”
“Yes,” I answer automatically. Why the hell would I stop? I’m not giving him any leeway. He didn’t give any to Chloe, so no one should expect me to go easy on him.
