Chapter 11
KILLA
Dagger sprays the fucker laid out on the concrete floor with freezing cold water, stirring him from his slumber. Somewhere he’s going to wish he could stay by the time I’ve finished with him.
Slowly, he comes to, and when he does, he jolts. Eyeing my boots, his gaze travels up my body, his face paling with each intake of breath.
“You’re gonna tell me why the fuck your sick friends tried to kill one of our women,” I grit out, and step forward.
He scurries back on his hands, his bruised face and swollen lip the only signs of our punishment.
For now.
I delight in the terror on his face, especially given the facts about Cass and the life she’s led. I need to punish someone, and if this piece of shit knows something about her being hit, I’m going to do everything in my power to find out.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Honest,” he blows out, and his eyes dart around the room.
A cruel, sinister laugh leaves me. “You expect me to believe that?” I snipe. “Strap him to the table.” I motion to the metal table in the corner of the room, and the guy bursts into fits of tears.
When Slash explained Malice and he picked him up from a trailer park selling drugs to kids, I didn’t ask questions. Turns out, his younger brother was one of the gang members who was trying to run me off the road, and this little prick had been planning revenge with the very same gang.
“You killed my brother!” he screams, confirming we have the right guy, but he just sealed his fate.
Raider moves swiftly, and they tussle on the floor, then in a move I’ve never seen before, the guy’s arms are twisted up the back of his head, making him appear disfigured as he’s marched over to the table. “The fucker tried to run Killa off the road. So, what? You tried to kill one of our women?”
“N-No. I don’t know nothing about that, I swear.”
Raider slams him down on the table, and his head bounces off the metal, making me cringe. Best not knock the fucker out. I want him alert for what I’m about to do to him. He’s bent over the table at the waist, and his ankles and wrists are swiftly strapped to it.
Slash holds out his knife, and I step up to the table and take it from him.
“Gonna slice off each of your fingers, one by fuckin’ one,” I say.
I swallow the fear he exhales, and power surges through me. The thought of delivering pain to a scumbag so soon after hearing what Cass endured has me slicing through his finger in no time.
“I swear, I don’t know anything,” he wails.
His face twists into Benjamin’s vindictive one as I take off another. The metallic scent invades my senses, and it only heightens the adrenaline coursing through my body.
The cries of his agony symbolize the monsters I’m fighting, the retribution for Cass as her innocent face flashes before me.
Another and another, and the little girl in the photo pleads for someone to save her.
And when the guy passes out, I have Morgue wake him with his needle.
He shakes his head; snot, spittle, and tears coat his chin. “We didn’t do it,” he mutters.
Then I push off the table and go over to the tool cabinet.
To the naked eye, you’d think it was tools for the numerous vehicles that come through the garage, but on closer inspection, you’d see the splatter of blood and entrails.
The fucking pigs would have a field day in here, for sure. Good thing Morgue knows how to dispose of someone with ease, and between him and Winnie, we leave no bodies behind.
“Pl-please, you need to listen to me.”
I pick up the drill, ignoring the cries of a coward.
No man should go after a woman.
Slash laughs when I turn the drill on and hold it up, and the vibration against my fingers makes my dick twitch. Finally, I get some retribution.
I give Slash a chin lift and tilt my head toward the piece of wood with hundreds of bite marks embedded in it from those who suffered the same fate before him. Slash wraps the band around the guy’s head and wedges the wood into his mouth.
As I bring the drill toward him, his bladder bursts. He pisses onto the floor, and I revel in his terror.
The fucker is about to resemble a strainer, and the blood that leaks from him might help give us the answers we all so desperately need.