Chapter 21
ALARIC
My lip curls as Eddy’s guys toss a bound and gagged Ralph at my feet. Eddy kicks the fucker in the head while I watch dispassionately.
“You stupid fucker. All this time, I trusted you with my family and my empire,” he sneers angrily.
Eddy is breathing heavily, and I feel sympathy as I gaze at him. Beckham should have told his father sooner, but Ralph tried to ruin their relationship. There are so many reasons he’s going to suffer tonight.
I can interrogate while Tatum tortures and keeps him alive without breaking a sweat. Even though he’s a hothead, torture mellows him out. We have lots of painful things planned for him.
“Dad,” Beckham says softly, his eyes worried at his father’s red face.
“We’ve got it from here, sir,” I promise. “Ralph will die screaming, and knowing he threw everything away for his perverted reasons. I’m skilled in the art of interrogation. Is there anything specific you’d like to know?”
“I want to know why he fucked with my family, and why he’s been distributing dirty drugs,” he says. “I want…No, I need to know if he killed my daughter. If he’s the one who gave her those drugs.”
I nod as I sigh, hating that this has stolen so much from him.
“I’ll make sure to pull that information by any means necessary, sir,” I promise.
Jamie squeezes Beckham’s hand as he swallows thickly, trembling as he stares at Ralph.
My eyes move to Ralph as he screams obscenities behind his gag, annoyed that he can’t just accept this. He did the crime, now he has to pay. Why do people think they’re invincible?
No one is. Not ever.
“Do you want us to come pick up the body afterward?” Eddy asks, carefully pulling himself out of his anger. He’s as powerful as he is because he can compartmentalize his shit, and I respect that.
It has to be difficult when your children are involved. I don’t envy Eddy his position at all.
“We’ll handle this in-house,” I murmur. “He’ll be leaving in pieces and will feed a pig farm my father is well acquainted with for shit like this.”
Tatum and I can clean up our own mess. Jamie doesn’t love it, which is why he can stay with Beckham at home afterward. Our omega needs to see the scarier part of our lives, one we won’t be giving up.
Sometimes, people have to die in our business. I also think Beckham will sleep better at night knowing his abuser is finally dead.
“Thank you,” Eddy finally says, his eyes glassy as he looks up at me. “My son is lucky to have such wonderful alphas. I’m sorry I ever let Ralph into our lives.”
“You didn’t know, Dad,” Beckham rasps.
“No, but I should have. There’s this feeling that parents are supposed to feel when shit is wrong, and I missed all the signs that he was hurting the people I love,” his father murmurs. “We’re going to get out of your hair so you can do what you need to.”
Eddy gives his son a hug, and then proceeds to leave with his men. We’re inside of a warehouse. Through the doors to my left is a large kill room. Drains for the blood, chains to keep the dickhead we’re working over upright, and a hose hooked up for when things get too messy.
If the blood is flowing too heavily, it can become too difficult to keep working.
“Jamie, grab his feet and drag him to the room. Don’t be gentle.” I growl.
Jamie gives Beckham a quick peck on the cheek before walking over to grab Ralph’s feet. The piece of shit must have been pulled out of the motel by Eddy’s guys because he’s not wearing shoes and he’s wearing the bare minimum for this weather.
Either way, what he’s wearing isn’t going to last long under Tatum’s knife.
Jamie pulls Ralph along, making sure his head hits everything possible. Ralph can’t even lift his head to avoid it because of how Jamie is throwing his body into things.
Hiding my smile, I follow them into the room.
“Find a spot and stay out of the blood,” Tatum says quietly to Beckham. “If there’s any point where you want to ask a question, do it, okay?”
“Okay,” he whispers, his eyes on the body on the ground.
Leaving the doors open behind us since we’re the only ones in the building, I move to help Jamie untie Ralph so we can hang him from the chains above us. There are thick cuffs attached to them as well, and then Jamie and I strip the alpha of all of his clothing except his boxers.
Beckham doesn’t need to see his tiny dick until it’s time for us to cut it off.
Scowling at the gag in his mouth, I pull it out and move as he tries to spit at me.
Beckham picks up the hose with the spray nozzle attached to it.
Turning it on full blast, he douses Ralph in cold water as he screams in annoyance.
It won’t be anywhere close to what he deserves, but it’s a good start.
“Manners!” Beckham yells, his voice belying the anxiety his body is projecting. I can feel it through the bond, something I’m monitoring to make sure this doesn’t become too much for him.
“Thanks,” I say, winking at him before Tatum moves over to the table full of fun toys for him. He picks up a sharp knife, perfect for peeling Ralph’s skin from his body.
He’ll ramp up the pain level as necessary in case Ralph refuses to speak to us.
“If you’re quite done now, Ralph,” I drawl. “I have some questions for you.”
“Why the fuck should I answer?” He snarls. “I know I’m a dead man.”
“Answering determines how much death hurts.” Jamie shrugs, leaning against the back wall with Beckham. “Tatum is a fucking sadistic bastard. He’ll fuck you in the ass with a poker just to hear you scream.”
Beckham fucking perfumes, making me grin. It would figure that talk of torture in his honor would make him hot.
“That’s a good idea,” Tatum murmurs, filing it for later as he begins at Ralph’s armpit.
It’s sure to bleed, and it’ll be right where Ralph can see it. Tatum is very well versed in the Art of War and scaring the fuck out of your opponent.
Tatum begins to peel back the skin slowly, his lips curling into a smile as he does it. He doesn’t wear gloves because he likes the way the blood feels between his fingers, but as things get messier, he’ll pull on a pair of safety glasses to keep it out of his eyes.
“Would you like to rethink your response?” I ask, pulling on a pair of gloves in a bored tone.
“What…what are you doing?” Ralph asks, gasping as Tatum yanks on his skin to maximize the pain.
“Does it matter?” I ask, picking up a pair of pliers. “Did you kill Beckham’s sister?”
“Ooh. The pliers. Fuck, you’re gonna lose your toenails, dude,” Jamie says helpfully.
If he played hockey, he’d make a hell of a chirper. That’s for damn sure.
“Fuck!” Ralph says. “Okay, okay, stop!”
“Me?” Tatum asks innocently, continuing his work. “Oh no. That’s not how this works. If you answer now, you’ll keep your toenails. If you don’t, you’ll lose them painfully. And all the while, I’ll be over here turning you into a skin suit.”
“Beckham, you have crazy fuckers for alphas.” Ralph snarls.
Snapping his fingers in Ralph’s face, Tatum shakes his head.
“Hey!” he yells. “Don’t talk to him. Our conversation doesn’t include him until he decides he wants it to. You have no right to speak to our omega. None. Now, did you give Beckham’s sister the drugs that killed her?”
Tatum is so helpful. I love doing interrogations with him.
“Edgar has gone soft,” Ralph says, growling. “He used to be one of the most feared men in this town! People bowed and scraped in his presence. It was fun to work for him. Then, he had a couple of brats and went fucking soft.”
“People still fear my father,” Beckham says softly. “Everywhere I go, they lower their voices when they say his name.”
“Bah! It’s not the same,” Ralph says, his eyes careful to remain on me as he replies. “Killing your sister was supposed to bring back the damn fire in his eyes when he kills again. Edgar became soft when he married that bitch. Ahhh fuck!!”
Tatum begins to whistle “Whatta Man” under his breath as he continues to skin Ralph down to his waist. The alpha hanging in front of us is pale, and I clear my throat to signal to Tatum to take a break.
“Why the drugs?” I ask. “Didn’t you realize that by killing his daughter, he’d be even more against them?”
“It backfired on me,” Ralph complains. He doesn’t cry or beg, he merely tries to breathe through the pain. “I decided to take his empire when she was buried in the ground and Edgar lost his mind with grief.”
“So you started dealing drugs to college students?” Beckham asks.
“When kids start to die, parents ask questions. Colleges are responsible for the brats who attend their school,” Ralph explains while hissing. “It just made sense that I’d blow everything up. Edgar would take the fall and get pinched by the cops so I could take over.”
“And Beckham?” I ask. “What was your thought for bullying and raping him?”
“That was just for fun.” Ralph laughs.
He never sees the sledgehammer that Tatum swings at his pelvis, breaking bones as he screams.
“Would you like to try again?” I ask mildly.
“He’s hot!” Ralph screams through the pain. Blood is flowing, bones are breaking, it’s my favorite thing about working for my father. “His ass is always slick, tight, and he fights me every time. I fucking love when they fight.”
“Hmm,” I say, turning to Beckham. “Do you think your father needs anything else?”
“No,” he rasps. “You’ve figured everything else out.”
Nodding, I replace the pliers on the table and pick up a pair of kitchen shears. It’s important to follow through on what you say when you’re interrogating, otherwise people will no longer believe you.
Using the shears to cut off his boxers, I roll my eyes at his tiny cock.
“Off with the tiny head,” I murmur, using the shears to snip it off. Showing it to Ralph, I shake my head. “You’re way too confident to have something this small hanging between your legs.”
Ralph begins to scream, making it easy for me to shove his castrated dick into his mouth. Tightly holding his jaw closed, I glance at Tatum.