Chapter 6 Dragon
Chapter six
Dragon
"How much longer?" Richie asked Dragon as his man fueled up his motorcycle.
"Not long, another twenty minutes until we get there," Dragon said, then twisted the cap back on his gas tank. He climbed on, then Richie climbed on behind him, wrapping his arms around Dragon's muscular waist.
The two hit the road and traveled until they reached The Kingdom, where their unfinished business awaited. Dragon parked his bike next to Ace's, and there was a black van also parked in front, and Dragon knew what that van was for. He helped Richie climb off then he dismounted.
"Are you ready for this?" he asked him.
"Been ready. I dreamed of this night since the first day he put his hands on me," Richie said.
Dragon nodded, then took Richie's face into his hands and kissed his Property Of. His forehead, then his lips.
"You two coming in or what?"
Dragon pulled back when he heard his older brother Ace's voice. He released Richie and turned to him. "Yeah, just had to have our little moment."
Ace chuckled as he stepped aside to let them in, then followed behind them, locking the door. Also inside were Big Dick and Bear, the two men who'd been guarding their target. The two men were in a heated debate, voices rising about something to do with music.
"What the hell are you two going on about?" Dragon asked, which caused both Bear and Big Dick to acknowledge their presence.
Big Dick cracked a smile. "Ah shit, nothing important, man." He walked over to Dragon and did their club handshake before hugging him, then greeting Richie. Bear did the same.
"So, what had you two in such a debate?" Richie asked because he was curious.
Ace snorted, then chuckled. "Those two fools started arguing about who was the best guitarist."
Big Dick rolled his eyes. "You're simplifying it." He turned to Dragon. "The question was, if you're at the crossroads with the devil and he gives you a chance to fight for your soul, but your champion guitarist has to defeat his demon guitarist, who would you pick?"
"Oooh, that's a good one," Richie remarked.
Dragon bit his lip as he nodded in agreement. "Shit, I'm going with Jimi Hendrix."
Ace laughed. "That's what I said."
"Not me. I'm going with Slash from Guns N' Roses," Richie said.
Bear pointed at Richie. "My man, see, we're on the same page. I'm trying to make sure my soul stays out of the devil's hands."
Big Dick rolled his eyes. "Too late. We're Lords of Chaos, hellbound the moment we take the pledge and put on our cuts."
"Fuck yeah, brother," Dragon said, and slapped Big Dick's hand as the two laughed.
"Who did you pick?" Richie asked him.
"I picked Eddie Van Halen. If he was good enough for Michael Jackson, he's good enough for me," Big Dick said.
"Same with Slash," Richie said.
"My second choice was Lenny Kravitz," Ace said to a lot of nodding heads.
"Oh yeah, mine too," Bear agreed. "He also did a song with MJ."
"So, the safe bet is any of the three who played for MJ," Richie said with a chuckle. "I mean, 'cause have you heard 'November Rain'?"
"See, I'm going to stop you because that's how we got into the argument in the first place," Big Dick said with a chuckle.
"I'm still sticking with Jimi," Dragon said, then clapped his hands together. "Okay, that was fun, but I'm ready to get down to the real entertainment."
"Yeah, I bet." Ace smirked at his younger brother.
They were led to the room where Officer Lawrence was dangling from the ceiling by chains binding his wrists. He was naked but untouched otherwise. His mouth was bound with tape, but his eyes were wide with fear as he gazed upon the four men.
"As you can see, we left him all nice and pretty for you," Big Dick said.
"He talked a lot of shit, which made me want to punch his teeth down his throat, but I didn't. So, I hope you appreciate the level of patience it took for me to remain civil," Bear said.
Dragon laughed and slapped Bear's massive bicep. "Don't worry, brother, I've got a six-pack of your favorite cold one coming to you."
"That's what I'm talking about," Bear said with a wide grin.
"Listen, I've got to head back to the clubhouse, and you two take care of your business here because tomorrow, you have to get to Enzo's," Ace said.
Dragon nodded. "Not a problem."
Ace gave his brother a nod, then left. The men could hear his bike revving before he pulled off.
"We'll leave you two alone with him. When you're done, just leave what's left to us," Big Dick said.
Dragon chuckled. "Pres have you two on cleanup?"
Big Dick nodded. "When you're the best at what you do," he bragged.
"Thanks, brother," Dragon hugged Big Dick before turning to Richie. "You ready?"
Richie nodded, and the other two brothers left them alone, closing the door behind themselves.
"This place is kind of cool. I'd heard about The Kingdom, but I didn't really imagine it looked like a regular home, just with secret rooms," Richie said as he looked around the room they were in.
The room was a bit rank in scent from Officer Lawrence's unwashed body and his bodily fluids and waste.
But he could also smell bleach from previous cleanings.
There were three chairs in the room and a television, but nothing else.
One of the chairs was bolted to the floor in the middle of the room.
The other two chairs faced the television, which Richie assumed were where Big Dick and Bear spent their time when they had to.
Richie then looked at the man who had tormented him for weeks in prison.
Dragon stood behind him, offering support if he needed it.
He looked at Officer Lawrence from head to toe and loathed every inch of the man.
He wanted to see the pale flesh bleed red as it was split with his blade.
He wanted to hear the man's screams of agony from every wound he'd inflicted.
He wanted to be the one to do it, but now that he was in the presence of the man, he knew he couldn't do it at all.
He'd never once tortured a man, let alone killed one.
He would kill Officer Lawrence. He told Dragon he wanted to be the one.
But he didn't know if he had the stomach or the skill to make the man suffer the way he wanted him to suffer.
It was good for him then that Dragon did.
Richie walked over to one of the chairs and dragged it to where Officer Lawrence dangled, then took a seat so that he could have the perfect view.
Dragon chuckled as his man took the VIP seat, then pulled a pair of black leather gloves out of his back pocket, slipping them on. "What do you want to do to him first, baby?" Dragon asked, as if he already knew what Richie needed.
"Take the tape off his mouth. I want to hear him scream loud and clear," Richie said.
Dragon reached over and snatched the tape off Officer Lawrence's mouth, and the man grunted from the sting of the glue ripping a few hairs from his beard. Richie smiled because that was also a form of torture. More to come.
Officer Lawrence panted heavily before licking his lips. "Listen... look... I... I didn't mean—"
"Save it. That lie isn't going to work, whatever it is you're trying to say. Because you did mean it. You meant it every time you shoved your tiny, disgusting cock in my mouth or in my ass," Richie said.
Hearing Richie describe what happened to him for the first time in such detail had Dragon's blood boiling. He reared back and punched Officer Lawrence as hard as he could in the dick, making the man puke first, then gasp before groaning in excruciating pain.
"That's not the only thing I'm going to do to your dick, either, bitch," Dragon said.
"Please... Pl... please," Officer Lawrence begged as drool dribbled from his lips.
"I remember begging you the first time to not rape me," Richie said. "But did you listen? Did you give a fuck? Did you show mercy? But now that the shoe is on the other foot, you want me to be nice. 'It ain't fun when the rabbit's got the gun,' is it?"
"What do you want me to do to him?" Dragon asked his man.
"Do whatever you want to do to him. I just want to watch, but don't kill him," Richie said.
"I'd never kill him... that is your honor," Dragon said as he walked over to the weapons cabinet and pulled out several devices he was going to enjoy playing with.
He put them on the stainless steel table and wheeled it closer to his victim.
He looked at Richie. "Are you sure you don't want to get in any torture? "
Richie shook his head. "I'm not nearly as creative as you. I'd probably just cut or jab him, which will hurt, but I know you can make him suffer. That's what I want, to watch him suffer."
Dragon smiled, then leaned down and kissed Richie. "Your wish is my command, baby."
Richie smiled back at him before focusing his deadly gaze on Officer Lawrence. Dragon walked over to the man and picked up the scalpel from the table.
"Please, I'm begging you. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, please forgive me," Officer Lawrence pleaded.
Dragon laughed. "Just stop. You're not forgiven. I will not show you any mercy, and this is the day you will die. Try to do it like a man."
Officer Lawrence's bottom lip trembled before he twisted his mouth into a sneer. "Fuck you!" Spittle flew from his mouth, landing on Dragon's vest.
"That's more like it," Dragon taunted. "And that reminds me," he said as he gazed at the spit defiling his precious cut. He put the scalpel down and removed his vest because he didn't want any more bodily fluids on it. He knew he was about to get messy.
"Do you have something to protect your clothes?" Richie asked.