44. One
One
Erik
“F uck you,” Brodie snarls as I cut off his pinky finger.
“Yes, fuck me, but you are the one who is strapped to the chair, not me.”
“You should be fucking dead.”
“Maybe I should. But I’m not, and I won’t be anytime soon. I will get to live a long life with my wife and my daughter. You though, you will be dead when I walk out of this room,” I snarl as I cut off his ring finger.
“Fuck you.”
I roll my eyes; so original. I grab his two fingers and try to shove them down his throat, but he just shakes his head back and forth. I grab him by the hair to steady him and get his pinky down, and he immediately starts to gag.
“You throw up on me, I will make you eat it,” I say as I push his ring finger down his throat. His throat tightens and pushes the finger back up, but he is going to regret everything he has done to me and my family. He continues to choke, and I continue to shove, and once both are down his throat, I hold my hand over his mouth preventing them from coming back up. I make sure he doesn’t try to throw them up for a bit, and once I’m satisfied, I step back and grab the machete.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“Did you think I would let you go to hell with any parts of your body that touched my wife?”
He tries to get cocky. “And I would do it again.”
I don’t react the way he wants. Dumb fuck shouldn’t piss me off as he is at my mercy for as long as I want. I swing the machete down only part way. His scream bounces off the concrete walls. I look down and confirm I only nicked the bone in his wrist. I swing again. Oops. Didn’t hit the same spot but a tiny bit below the first one.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I don’t respond except to swing the machete again and again and again until I have hacked his wrist off.
At this point, Brodie is teetering on the verge of consciousness.
“Don’t fall asleep now; the party is just getting started,” I tell him.
Darius and Rowan chuckle along with me.
“Please.”
“Please get the party started? Don’t worry. I have lots of plans for you.”
“No, please.”
“Brodie, Brodie, Brodie. You made your choice; did you honestly think after what you did to Kayleigh and Makenna you would get a painless death?”
“I’m family.”
“No, you’re not. Family doesn’t sexual assault family members or kidnap children. Plus, there is no one left of your family. I killed your aunt, her lover, and your father, and I have friends who have taken care of your mother and grandfather.”
“People will notice us all missing.”
“Do you honestly think your grandfather hasn’t pissed people off to the point someone else hasn’t considered killing your whole family?”
“But—”
“Your grandfather has lots of enemies. It will take them years to be able to sort through all the possible killers, and by that time, it will turn into a cold case. Hard to solve a case when there are no bodies.” I snicker while I take my knife from the spot where the shoulder and neck meet and drag it all the way down to where his hand has been hacked off. He starts wailing and blubbering, wanting me to end his pain. I grab the lemon juice and pour it down his arm.
I step back, gleefully smiling at seeing the blood dripping from his arm, but I am nowhere near done with him yet.
“I have to know, Brodie. Was it worth it? Is sitting here being slowly tortured to death worth attempting to steal what was never yours?”
“You did Aunt Eva dirty. She deserved more than what you gave her.”
“She deserved more? Deserved more for what? Being a deceiving and lying whore?”
“She was your wife.”
“In name only.”
“You treated her like shit.”
“She got treated the way she deserved.”
“You made her kill her lover.”
“So it seems she knew the fucker who she opened her legs for on the day of our doomed wedding.”
“Yes, and you ruined her that day.”
“How would you know? You weren’t alive yet.”
“That’s what my father told me.”
“Your father. Funny, you’ve been more upset over your dead aunt than where your father is.”
“My father is a bastard.”
“That is one thing we both can agree on. At least he isn’t a sick perverted bastard like you.” I watch him go from the worried nephew to the sick fuck who put his hands on my wife.
“Got to say, she tasted fucking delicious.”
“I would watch what I say if I were you,” Darius warns him, but the fucker either is hoping to anger me enough that I will snap and kill him faster or he just doesn’t care how much pain I can inflict on him.
“It was disappointing I could never truly enjoy her. I heard her ex-fiancé knew what to do with her.”
I tun him out as he keeps rambling. I go over and grab a pack of matches and a can of gasoline. I stand in front of him with them but he keeps smirking.
“Tell me, Erik. Is she as good as I imagine? Is she tight? Does she moan like a whore?”
“You will never know, and even if you could, you won’t ever be able to use your cock again,” I state, dumping gasoline over the crotch of his pants.
“Oh fuck,” I hear from behind me, but I pull the matches out and strike one and watch as the colors bounce around in the flame. I lower it toward his crotch. Brodie starts squirming and begging. I blow it out and he sighs in relief only to watch as I light another one. This one I let touch his shirt. He starts screaming as the flames eat up the fabric and start to burn his skin. I pour gasoline over the flames and step back as the little fire that was dancing across his chest is now a roaring fire going down to his crotch. The moment the fire hits his dick, his scream goes to an ear-splitting high. He screams and wiggles back and forth in his chair, trying to get away from the pain.
“Fuck, you’ve been brutal before, but this?” Rowan says, coming next to me and handing me the fire extinguisher.
“This is what he gets for trying to rape Kayleigh and for all the depraved thoughts he had about her.”
“Don’t you have depraved thoughts as well?”
“Fuck off, asshole. Only I get to imagine my seamrag bhea like that. Anyone else will be dealt with.”
“Yeah, no shit. I think, for everyone’s else safety, we need to lock her up.”
“Her and Makenna.”
“I don’t even want to think about when she gets older and boys start sniffing around her.”
“Well, none of them will be able to. Especially if your boys have anything to say about it. They have already decided they will be her personal bodyguards.”
“Mine have agreed to the same thing. Supposedly they already have a plan,” Darius says.
“I’m going to have to hear about this plan.” I smirk knowing my nephews will keep her safe. They are already protective of her. As soon as they get home from school, they are in her nursery, playing with her or ‘guarding’ her.
I only let him burn for a minute before I put the fire out, but Brodie passed out. I walk up and give him a good wake-up smack.
“AHHH!” And he wakes up screaming his head off.
“I told you to watch what you said.” Darius laughs.
“F-fu-fu-fuck you,” Brodie tells us.
“Did you think I was done?” I shake my head as his eyes go wide and he looks around.
“None of these men will save you. Even if I would let them, they would love nothing more than to get their hands on you. You hurt their queen and tried to kill their princess. My heir who will one day rule the Duncan empire if she chooses to.”
“She can’t rule. Women can’t rule.”
“Ever heard of Emilia De Luca?”
“Yes, but it’s all rumors.”
I chuckle, stupid naive fool.
“They are far from rumors. I have seen firsthand what she can do.” I reach in and grab his tongue. He tries to jerk back but I keep my hold and cut it from his mouth.
“You don’t get to go to hell with anything you used to touch either of my girls.” I toss his tongue with his severed hand before cutting his other hand off.
Brodie gargles on his blood. I pour the rest of the gasoline on his severed parts and toss a lit match on him. Before I return my attention to Brodie, I grab the other container I had prepared ahead of time and slowly pour acid over his shoulders. Brodie chokes on his blood as he attempts to scream out in pain as I leave him to burn this time.
What can I say? I love burning people. Hard to identify bodies if they are nothing but ash.
This is why I had this place built in the middle of nowhere. A crematory is the best place to keep law enforcement out of my business, and trust me, they have tried. But when you have a thorough cleaning process like I demand from my employees, it is hard to find evidence. I also randomly show up and do my own inspections.
After Brodie is dead, they put him out.
“Make sure his ashes are never found,” I order before getting cleaned up and heading home. I’ve been away from my family too long.