Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SCAR
As I walk into the warehouse, the stench of copper fills the air. “Jesus, I’ve only been gone 10 minutes,” I mutter. Taking in the scene before me, Eugene has already been stripped naked and is strapped to a table. Normally it’s a chair, but I guess there’s a queue of us that want our time with him. This gives us access to more areas of his body to torture.
Ghost walks toward me, wiping his blood stained hands on a rag. He grins, a sick yet satisfied grin. “Acid is just finishing up, and then he is all yours,” he says as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it.
I smile and shake my head as I begin to remove my cut. As I fold it and place it on the side, Eugene lets out an ear piercing scream. I look over to see Acid working a corkscrew through one of Eugene’s eyes. Glancing down at the table, I see an iron poker and quickly pick it up.
“Bambi, start a fire in one of the drums,” I order. Bambi nods and moves quickly, making a small fire in the old oil drum.
“Interesting,” Spider comments as he comes to stand next to me, eyeing the poker in my hand.
I shrug. “Too many times I felt a burning pain in my gut from hunger when he had me in his cellar. Now that fucker is going to feel what it was like,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Just be mindful,” he says, nodding in Rage’s direction. I look over and see a grin so wide on Rage’s face. He looks demonic. “I think he is one torture away from jazzing in his pants.” Spider snorts.
“Fucking love that sick fucker.” I huff out a laugh. “I’ll make sure I leave Eugene alive just enough so he can enjoy himself however the fuck he likes.”
“Scar!” Acid calls, gesturing for me to go over. I walk across, looking down at the bloody mess that was once Eugene’s face. His entire body is even covered in sweat. “He’s all yours, brother,” Acid grits through his teeth.
Eugene pants and groans as he looks up at me with his one remaining eye. I don’t flinch when I see the bloodied raw flesh surrounding the empty socket, where his other eye should be. “I’m going to cause you so much pain, you will be begging for death,” I seethe.
Eugene grins. “I will never beg—” His words are cut off when he begins to cough and wheeze.
“Oh, you will fucking beg. This isn’t going to be over quickly. Your pain doesn’t end today. We will be keeping you here alive, for as long as we want. Each day we will bring you a new type of torture, a new pain that you haven’t felt,” I growl. “Do you see my brother over there? The one with a fucking erection bulging in his fucking jeans. He gets off on this shit, and he will be the one that decides what you get each and every day. He will be the one torturing you,” I say before spitting in his face.
I walk over to the oil drum that now contains a roaring fire. After removing my T-shirt, I wrap it around the end of the iron poker before I dip the other end into the searing hot flames. When I see the tip turn to a glowing orange, I remove it and turn towards Eugene, smiling.
“Unchain his legs and hold them to his chest,” I demand. Acid and Cash step forward, both smiling as they unchain his ankles before they lift his legs and press his feet towards his head, bending him like a pretzel. Eugene starts trying to fight them, knowing what is to come. “Just take a nice deep breath, Eugene.” I laugh as I shove the searing hot poker up his ass. Eugene lets out an ear piercing scream. “Sing those high notes!” I cheer.
The smell of burning flesh tickles my nose. I yank the poker out, and my brothers drop his legs before re-cuffing his ankles. Slowly, I walk back to the oil drum and place the end back into the still burning fire. Eugene is muttering nonsense, dipping in and out of consciousness as his body tries to deal with the pain.
I remove the poker and walk over to him. As I climb up on the table, balancing my feet either side of him, I hold the poker facing down, the burning hot end hovering over his chest.
“You thought we wouldn’t come for you? You thought you were fucking untouchable, that you could do what you wanted to me, to my brother, and get away with it? You motherfucking stupid cunt,” I spit. “I will thank you for one thing though, because without you holding me in your fucking cellar, I never would have met your beautiful daughter.” He mumbles something in response. “Oh yeah, and I really don’t like the way you treated her.” I crouch down over him, holding the poker close to his face, close enough so he will feel the heat of it. “You see, I get fucking angry when you do something to me, to my brothers, but that is nothing compared to the searing hot rage I fucking feel when you hurt what’s mine!” That snaps him out of his daze. His only eye flickers open looking at me, and a slow smile spreads across my lips. “Oh, what’s the matter? You don’t like that?” I tease. I raise myself back up to my feet and hold out the poker to Bambi, not having to direct him in what I want to do. He knows, quickly re-heating the end of the poker before passing it back to me. “Apologies, it appears I got a little distracted. Now, back to the matter at hand.” I smirk as I drag the burning hot poker across his chest, and the sound of his flesh sizzling under the poker mixed with Eugene’s screams is like music to my fucking ears.
Once I’m done, I jump down off the table and drop the poker to the floor.
“Rage, he’s all yours, but remember, I want him alive. Keep that mother fucker alive,” I warn.
Rage gives me a brief nod as I grab my cut and head for the door. I’ve had enough for one day. It’s late, and there is only one place I want to be right now. As I step out of the door, I hear my brothers’ laughter roaring behind me.
“Fuck, that’s some funny shit,” one of them mutters.
I hear footsteps chase up behind me and I stop and turn to see Ghost. “Just to give you a head’s up, Star called.” My gut lurches as I think the worst. He sees it and smiles, shaking his head. “No brother, all good,” he assures me. “She’s had a few drinks to calm her. Dixie had to stitch her neck, but other than that she’s okay, and fast asleep in your bed.”
I nod, feeling like fucking shit that I wasn’t there for her, but I feel relief because I know Star would have taken good care of her.
“I can’t believe you burned a jazzing cock and balls onto his fucking chest.” Ghost laughs.
I smirk. “I couldn’t think of an insult that was enough. Now he will have to live with that seared into his fucking skin.” I shrug. “Well, for however long we can keep him alive, that is.”
Ghost nods. “In fact, I’m heading back to the club now to pick up Dixie.”
I raise my brow. “So soon? You think she will be okay seeing that?” I gesture to the warehouse where Eugene’s screams and Rage’s laughter irrupts from.
“Why I’m going now, because if she doesn’t get in there soon, I don’t think Rage will stop. I have warned her, plus I’ve just ordered the Prospects to fucking clear it up. The rest are in control of making sure Rage doesn’t over excite himself,” Ghost sighs.
“Come on then, you can follow me.” I smirk and climb onto my bike. Ghost jumps in the van as he follows me to the club.
It’s only a short 2 minute ride to the club, and as I pull up, I make quick work of getting off my bike, not bothering to wait for Ghost. As I walk in, Star is there, her eyes soft as she strides towards me and pulls me into a hug. I awkwardly hug her back, looking over my shoulder as I wait for Ghost to chew me out a new asshole for touching his woman.
Star leans back and looks up at me. “I hope you are making that son of a bitch suffer,” she seethes.
“Rage is with him now,” I assure her, and that is all that needs to be said because everyone knows he’s a crazy mother fucker.
“She’s sweet. I like her. Before you go to her though, be warned, because there are marks. I know you already killed the son of a bitch that caused those marks, but I know you are like my man, and you will struggle to contain the pure fury you will feel on seeing them. So, I’m warning you, contain it. Poor fucking woman. It’s not enough that she has scars on her back from her father clearly whipping her, but she was then stuck with a vile cunt.” She tuts.
“Okay, that’s enough touching my woman,” Ghost demands as he walks in behind Star and pulls her into his arms. He places a hand on the back of her neck, giving her a possessive and reassuring squeeze. We know what Star went through, and Ghost knows that seeing those marks on Elsie would drudge up memories she prefers to keep buried.
I rub the back of my neck. “Thank you darlin’, I appreciate you looking out for her. I would have and should have stayed, but...” I exhale, pausing. “I needed to just?—”
Star cuts me off. “I get it,” she assures me, and as I look into her eyes I can see that she does get it. More than anyone else she would understand better than anyone.
Dixie walks in, barely able to stand up straight while heaving a huge duffel bag. “Shit, you got enough medical shit? I don’t want you wasting all our supplies on that mother fucker,” Ghost warns.
“No, there’s still plenty.” She huffs out a breath before dropping the bag to the floor with a thud. “Just, if you want me to keep him alive, I’m guessing he will be needing a lot of antibiotics, fluids and well...” She pauses as she bends down and unzips the bag, pulling out a few blood bags. “I stole these from the hospital. I had to crap them all over me,” she states. Star laughs and Dixie just shrugs, not even bothered by her errors anymore. It’s a cute no fucks confidence she now carries around with her.
“You should know it ain’t pretty,” I warn her.
Her eyes come to mine and a small smile plays on her lips. “From seeing what he did to you and the old marks on Elsie, I really hope it isn’t pretty,” she states. “Plus, I know my Rage won’t let him off lightly.” She sighs fondly.
“Speaking of, we’d better go before Rage starts amputating limbs,” Ghost mutters.
“I’m coming, too,” Star demands. Ghost pauses as he bends down to pick up the bag for Dixie, looking over his shoulder at Star. She places her hands on her hips and raises her brow at him, challenging him to tell her no.
He doesn’t. Instead, he stands with the bag in one hand and grabs Star’s hand in the other. “I look forward to fucking the defiance out of you later,” he grits through his teeth as he leads her out of the club.
“Ha!” Star laughs. “Casper, all the fucking in the world couldn’t stop my defiance.”
“No? Clearly you have forgotten who your man is,” Ghost growls. Stopping dead in his tracks he yanks her to him and takes her mouth, kissing her dominantly.
As they break the kiss, Star smiles up at him. “I will never stop being defiant, so you’ll just have to deal with my mouth,” she goads.
Ghost growls, nipping at her lip. “I have many ways of dealing with your mouth, darlin’. Maybe when we get home later, I could silence it with you choking on my cock.”
Dixie lets out a loud groan from next to me, catching Ghost’s and Star’s attention. “Can we please just get to the warehouse without you two humping?” she asks.
I cough back a laugh, Star laughs and covers her mouth, but Ghost just glares at Dixie. However, Dixie is unphased, already used to Ghost’s behaviour, and just strolls past them and out the door.
I laugh and salute a wave as I stalk to my room, to my woman.
Quietly, I open my door and in the dim light I see her curled up on the far side of my bed, her breathing deep and even. I remove my clothes down to just my boxers and climb in behind her. It’s then that I notice she’s dressed in one of my T-shirts, and fuck I like that. I gently lean over and place a soft kiss on her cheek before laying back down, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her close, curling my body around hers.