Reuben Chapter 19
When Iker and Vasily returned from acquiring Rhys, I was ready to end this shit.
While they were gone, I questioned Adams further.
I needed to know how he found Cristiana’s home address.
And it was simple yet scary. He admitted to sitting outside Lustz for hours.
Basically, from the time it opened until after it closed.
One night, after accompanying me to work, we left and, before heading home to my place, stopped by her apartment to retrieve some of her belongings.
When we left, he tailed us to my flat. However, he wasn’t able to get inside there.
You had to have a code or be buzzed in to enter the building.
The parking garage was also secured. The day Cristiana opened the door to him, he admitted that he had gone to the door to see if she was there.
He said he did it every time he staked out her place.
As Rhys was marched into the barn, I noted Iker and Vasily had acquired another passenger. Mikhail strolled over to me. We exchanged hugs.
“What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were at Lustz,” I stated.
“I was, and after Iker called, I decided to let Sheila finish off the night. I wanted to join the party.”
“Thanks, man,” I told him.
After he nodded, he went to greet his cousin and Hoss. While that transpired, Iker and Vasily placed Rhys next to Adams. He was gagged. Rhys’s gaze scanned Adams, who had a cloth stuffed in his mouth. I’d grown tired of his pleas to let him go. I walked over to stand before Rhys.
“Did you tell him why he was brought here?” I asked Iker.
“Nope. We thought you should have the honor of that.”
I snatched the gag from Rhys’s mouth. “What’s the meaning of this?” he rasped.
“I thought you should join the party we’re having with your buddy here. It wouldn’t be right not to include you.” I told him.
“Buddy? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t recognize your friend? Didn’t you ever meet in person or video chat?” I asked Adams. He shook his head wearily.
“Well, then I’ll do the honors. Rhys, meet your buddy, Fisher Adams. I hear you and he have Ana in common?”
I watched Rhys’s eyes widen as understanding dawned. He darted his gaze from me to Adams, then around the room before coming back to me.
“I-I don’t know what this guy told you, but we’re not friends. I don’t know any Fisher Adams. Listen, I get that you’re probably upset that I wanted Ana, but I’ve left her alone. I know you claimed her as your submissive and girlfriend. It’s all over Lustz. I don’t want any trouble with you.”
“I let it go, but I see I was wrong to do so. Because I did, you were able to log in to a forum and connect with this person. It was you who told him where to find her. And because you did, he tried to take her. She jumped from a window to escape him. What does that tell me? Neither of you can be trusted to leave her or any other woman who catches your attention alone. And the police have no way of stopping you before it’s too late. Therefore, my friends and I will.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong. Show me the proof that I know this man,” Rhys demanded.
Damn it, more wasting time on persuasion. Well, I wouldn’t start with fingers this time. I wanted to be rid of them and back home in bed with my woman.
“Nikita, would you be so kind as to strip this one for me? And place him on his knees the way Adams is.”
“Certainly, Mr. Davila,” Nikita said as he came forward.
“Please, call me Reuben. I feel we’re friends here. Thank you.”
“Welcome, Reuben.”
It took mere seconds for him to cut away Rhys’s clothing and shove him to his knees. When he was naked, I turned to the others in the barn.
“I think we should get them both to confess and suffer for what they’ve done.
I seriously doubt that Tiana was the only woman these two did this to, or that they wouldn’t do it to others in the future.
However, broken fingers are child’s play.
Why don’t we see what we can use from around the barn? ” I suggested.
Everyone scattered, except our prisoners, to check out the various farm implements and machinery. I enjoyed seeing the panic on Adams and Rhys’s faces as the guys called out their suggestions. In my opinion, it was Matvey who made the best one.
“The combine harvester over here might be in working order. There’s a key in the ignition.
If it works, why not feed their arms into it?
Those machines cause gruesome injuries and deaths every year.
I recall a farmer back home who accidentally got his hand caught in his.
It tore off his hand, then his arm up to the elbow, before he got free.
Then, since he was out in the field far from help, he bled to death in less than a minute.
Of course, you do not want these guys to die too soon. Konstantin, get out the emergency kit.”
Matvey’s idea was grisly, but if we found a way to prevent them from bleeding out right away, it would do the trick. But was it stepping over the line into monster status for me? As I debated, Konstantin went outside, and Mikhail came over to me.
“I know what you’re thinking. And it’s not.
I was hoping not to show you this, but after Iker called to obtain Rhys’s address, I called him back in the car about a request Outlaw had.
I contacted Outlaw after Iker called me.
One of Iker’s other men went to where you found Adams and got onto a laptop he had there.
Outlaw accessed it remotely and found their personal chats.
Adams sent Rhys pictures of what he planned to do to Cristiana.
They were of other women he’d assaulted.
I believe that for Rhys not telling us the danger she was in, he deserves it as much as that sicko Adams. In fact, he egged Adams on, saying she deserves what she gets. ”
Slowly, Mikhail brought up his phone and swiped through a handful of photos. My stomach churned. I had to fight not to gag. As I fought off the sickness, my rage soared. An enraged roar broke free. I swung around to face the kneeling animals.
“You’re fucking gonna pay for that. I’m gonna make you bleed and scream. Just know, there will be no mercy for either of you. Death is too good for you,” I snarled.
They fell forward onto their faces and wept. Rhys babbled for mercy while Adams mumbled since his gag was still in his mouth. The sound of a loud engine made me crane my neck. Sitting in the cabin of the harvester was Rurik. He grinned.
“Here it is,” Konstantin shouted over the din of the engine.
He held up a large box, similar to a tackle box, only much nicer. He placed it on the ground and unlatched it. It was only moments before he brought out two leather straps with buckles on them, a long-handled lighter, and a handheld torch. A smile creased my face.
“Perfect. Bring them to the harvester. Time to get this over with.”
“Wait, you don’t want to end up ruining your clothes. Put this on,” Konstantin said.
He withdrew more items. One was a barrier suit, similar to what doctors and police officers wear to prevent blood and other substances from contaminating their clothing. For my shoes, there were paper covers. And for my face, a full plastic shield.
By the time I was covered, both men were on their knees next to either end of the combine with their hands and legs unrestrained. The parts were whirling. Tears ran down their faces. Adams’s mouth was ungagged. He was crying and pleading like Rhys. Those fell on deaf ears.
The others stood back out of range of the splatter zone.
Images of those photos Adams sent had me snaring his arm.
He fought me, but I overcame his struggles.
I was usually a strong person, but I seemed to be filled with even more strength.
Before I shoved his hand into the spinning machine, Vasily stepped up.
He had the belts, lighter, and torch with him. He was dressed the same as I was.
“We’ll have to move fast to stop them from dying. Let me get the belts on and ready to go. Then I’ll cauterize,” he said calmly.
“Thanks,” I replied.
And just like that, the session began. When Vasily was ready, I wrestled Adams’s hand into the combine.
Blood, muscle, and bone flew. The machine sucked his arm further into it within a blink.
I didn’t need to force or direct it. His screams were inhuman.
He barely remained conscious through the fingers being pulverized.
When it was up to his elbow, I yanked him free and helped Vasily tighten the belts as far as they would go, then he lit his torch and cauterized.
The retching sounds Rhys made, mixed with his moans. Ignoring him, I slapped Adams awake. When we were finished with the second arm, he lay on the floor curled in a ball, moaning.
“No, no!” Rhys shouted as I moved over to him. It was a repeat of the prior steps.
When I was done with Rhys, I had lost the desire to do more. It was making me sick, and I wanted to be home.
“Enough of this. I want to go home and see how Tiana is. Let’s finish this.”
“My men will gladly finish with the final step and disposal. I assure you. No one will find their bodies or trace this back to you. You have done enough. They are too numb to feel further torture. Let us go home to our beautiful women,” Matvey suggested.
“Damn, I so need to find me a lady. Here all of you get to go home to one, and I’ll be left to my cold, lonely bed,” Iker grumbled.
“Who do you think you’re fooling? Your bed is only empty and cold if you want it to be. Though I do recommend finding one woman you can have in your life and bed always,” Hoss teased.
And just like that, our attention was drawn to a cleaner and happier subject. Stripping down took no more than a couple of minutes, and the bloody items were shoved into a garbage bag. I knew they’d burn it along with anything else.