Chapter 6
Moon
The man dangling from chains in front of me is still unconscious from the sedatives Pops must've given him so he'd be easier to transport.
I'm surprised he could find me a victim so fast. He must've grabbed him for himself, but let me have him since I called. I love my grandpa.
Porky has been doing this for years, ever since he got booted from the police force when they found out about his affiliation with the club. He still has his connections, that's how he was able to find this sack of shit.
He's some rich prick that bribed the judge and got off the hook for child molesting. He deserves to die. That poor little kid didn't deserve what this monster did to them, I won't let him hurt anyone else. The file has many horrifying details, unspeakable things he did to that child. There's a special place in hell for people who prey on the defenseless.
My anger keeps rising higher and higher, between the thoughts of Dagger and reading the file Porky handed me before going to bed. I feel like I'm about to explode.
I grab my switchblade from my bralette testing how good the sedative really is. I slice the blade across his chest in an 'x' formation. Blood pours, I was careful only to cause a surface wound. I can't have him dying on me yet, there's so much more fun to be had. He doesn't make a sound, still completely unconscious.
"Come on asshole wake up!" I say in a sing-song manner, throwing my blade right into his upper thigh, careful not to nick his femoral artery. I watch the blood drip to the wood floors... still not a single reaction.
I'm not worried about the mess. Pops said to leave it and he'll handle the clean up in the morning. When we were at the cottage he'd burn the bodies, but here he's got easy disposal. He's told me how it's done since he knew I'd need to learn if I keep on with this little hobby.
He dismembers them before feeding the bits and pieces to the pigs. Which is totally gross by the way. They eat it all. The only thing is that you have to look for teeth and bone fragments in the pig shit afterward and dispose of it.
This isn't as fun when they're quiet. It gives me too much time to think.
I look around for something that'll do enough damage to bring him back to the land of the living before I put him down for good.
I glance around the shed, taking inventory of all my options. Knives, a machete, a cheese grater, oh perfect... hedge clippers. I snatch them up, placing his tiny flaccid penis and balls between the blades before snapping them shut, severing the organ. They fall to the floor with a thud. Blood starts pouring like a faucet. I've got to work fast, he'll bleed out quickly at this rate. He must be on blood thinners, he's messy.
His eyes open with a shrill shriek falling from his lips. I smirk in response.
"Good morning, Sunshine." How rude, he doesn't say a word, just keeps screaming.
Fine by me, there are no neighbors for at least ten miles out here. No one will hear him.
"You like to hurt children?" I ask grabbing another blade, and running a torch along it until it starts glowing red.
"Did you just piss yourself?" I didn't even know that was possible. My nose wrinkles at the stench. He trembles, fighting the chains around his wrists.
His eyes are wide with terror as I inch closer. I press the glowing red knife to his crotch cauterizing the gash where his micro penis used to be. He passes out from a mixture of fear and pain I’d imagine.
I heat the knife again branding him with an R on his stomach. Rapist. His eyes fly open again, another ear drum-shattering screech escaping him.
"Moon Pie?" Dagger's calm, but confused voice fills the room. I thought he left.
"Help me! This bitch is crazy!" My victim pleads. I point the knife at his throat, effectively shutting him up.
I hold him at knifepoint as I turn towards the door where Dagger's voice came from.
"I remember specifically telling you to leave." I spit.
"Please, I'm begging you." The sack of shit dangling from the wall whines out. I slam the knife in my hand into his other thigh, giving Dagger my full attention when the child molester passes out again.
Dagger
She stands in front of me, bloodied hands on her hips. What the actual fuck. I stand there, just staring between her and the naked mutilated man. She's looking at me expectantly like she's waiting for me to freak out or chastise her.
I've seen a man tortured before, the bloody sight isn't shocking to me. It's the girl standing in front of me that's rendered me speechless.
"Are you gonna say something? I was at least expecting a what the fuck... or maybe a this is really bad, I'm calling your daddy." She sasses, using a deep tone to mock my voice.
Her personality completely shifting should be terrifying. But instead, I'm captivated by the crazed look in her eye. Something's wrong with me, it's like this little vixen can't do any wrong in my eyes. I must be officially losing it.
"Is this club business?" I ask, not knowing what else to say as I lick my lips looking her up and down. Her eyes heat at the action.
"No... this is me. It's Moon's business. You don't know me as well as you thought you did, do ya?" She replies with a manic giggle.
"Baby, this isn't you."
"You did this to me. My dad did this to me. The club shaped me into this. I'm not a weakness." She replies, her eyes sad. I don't understand what she means by the weakness part, but I step towards her. I have a strong urge to wrap her tight in my arms to keep her safe from everyone and everything. I don't though, I can't.
"We don't hurt innocents."
"He's far from innocent." She replies.
When the guy starts screaming again I swiftly take my gun from the inside pocket of my cut, putting a bullet straight between his eyes. I can't let her live with the guilt of killing. I've killed so many over the years it won't affect me. She doesn't know what she's doing, or how it will change her forever.
She lets out an enraged scream as she charges at me. Her blood-covered fists pounding against my chest repeatedly.
"How dare you!" She bellows.
"You big fucking bastard. How could you? First, you kiss that fucking whore right in front of me, then you slum it with the one-cent bitch-" I cut off her tangent, grabbing her small fists in one hand and raising them above her head, effectively pinning her against the wall. I can feel my heart thrumming in my chest. She's jealous.
Some sick part of me gets off on that. She drives me up a wall with the way she throws herself at Nova, it's nice to know she's affected in the same way I am.
"You're jealous," I say with a sly smirk looking down at her.
Her nostrils flare, her chest heaving. Her tits move with each of her ragged breaths.
Moon's wild eyes meet mine. Fuck, I want to kiss her.
You can't. You can't kiss her. That's your best friend's daughter.
"Jealousy would imply I'm envious of what someone else has. Last I checked you don't belong to anyone." She breathes out. I can feel her hard nipples grazing my abdomen.
"I belong to the club," I state, matter of factly. She pouts her lips. My eyes drop to them, unable to think of anything other than what they'd feel like pressed against mine.
"Coward." She whispers, cutting through my lustful haze.
"I'm not a fucking coward," I yell, my nose pressing against hers. Our lips ghosting against each other as I say the words.
"Then kiss me." She challenges, I can feel her heartbeat speeding unnaturally fast through my hold on her wrists. After a few seconds of me not making a move, she tries to wiggle free, a new wave of anger flowing through her.
"I can't," I reply in a pained voice, not letting her go even though I know that I should.
If only she knew how badly I want to give her what she's asking me for.
"Then let me go, you fucking coward." She growls, bucking off the wall. I press my body into hers, slotting my knee between her thick thighs. She surprises me by rolling her hips on my thigh, grinding her center against me.
Her blue eyes stay pinned on mine, begging me to risk it all for her. And damn do I want to. Her lips part, and my free hand caresses her cheek. Her breath warms my lips, begging me to close the space between us.
"Pussy." She breathes out.
"Is that where you want me Baby?" I throw back, smirking at how her nostrils flare.
Her lips crash against mine before I can register it. I should pull away from her, but I physically can't force myself to let her go.
She may have initiated the kiss, but I take over instantly. My hand that's not holding her wrists finds her throat gripping it tight. I kiss her hard, our tongues battling for dominance. I add more pressure against her pussy with my knee when she moans wantonly into the kiss.
So fucking sweet, I can feel my dick throbbing as it tries to force itself past the denim of my jeans. My teeth snag her bottom lip, sucking it between mine.
Just as I'm thinking about taking her right here against the blood-splattered wall of this shed my phone rings.
I jerk away from her like I've been burned.
The moment crashing down around me and reality setting in. I shouldn't have done that. Now that I've had a taste I don't know if I'll ever be able to resist her.
"Temptress," I growl before stumbling out of the shed and slamming the door behind me.
I pull my phone from my pocket, Razor's name on the screen.
Shit.