A Dark & Dirty Sinners' Boxset: MC Romance

Prologue

“WHY THE FUCK are you doing this to me?”

The scream had me frowning at Steel and demanding, “Is this guy a dumb fuck or what?”

“It’s the blood loss,” Steel reasoned. “It’s all leaving his head, meaning he’s more stupid than usual.”

I scowled at the logic. “Isn’t that how an erection works?”

Steel shrugged. “Same difference.”

As I eyed my handiwork, I muttered, “Not sure this goes under the same caption as an erection, bro.”

When he snickered, I grabbed one of Haune’s hands and selected a fat finger. “These filthy fucking paws have touched something they shouldn’t have. That’s why I’m doing this, you cunt.”

His eyes widened. “No! No! I’ve been good. I haven’t done anything!”

“Bullshit,” I snarled. “Little Jessie Dresden? She’s nothing, huh?” When he blanched, I whispered, “To you, I’m God. I see all, hear all, know all.”

I pressed the blade to the digit and sliced it off. Blood instantly spurted, drenching me in the spray, but as he writhed, screaming in agony, all I could do was smile.

“Unluckily for you, you have nine more fingers to go,” Steel noted, looking up from his phone. The irritating soundtrack to a game sounded, but I blanked it out.

Haune’s screams reached a peak then. “Help me!” he shrieked, his desperation culminating in a wet patch on the front of his pants.

“Ain’t no one gonna help a sick fuck like you, Sammy Boy,” I told him, satisfaction loading each word. “Just like no one can help Jessie now. No one except me.”

And with that, I grabbed another finger and sliced off the fat chunk of flesh and bone.

My night’s work was only just beginning.

Fuck me, I had the best job in the world.