FORTY-FOUR #2
"Well, Brandon. It seems to be your lucky day.
My fiancé has a good heart and seems more forgiving than I'd be.
So, I have a proposition for you," Nyx states.
"We will find your family, and you will help with the reconstruction work with the club.
You will not be paid, but I will ensure your bills are paid.
After that, I know of a few companies and will put in a good word for you. "
I grin at my sexy man as Brandon gives his thanks repeatedly. I knew Nyx Beckam had a good heart, even if it did take me coming back into his life and fucking up all his plans. When I step into his arms, they automatically encircle my waist, and I kiss him.
"Thank you," I whisper.
He leans into my ear and says, "Anything for my little lamb, but now, it's time to end this so I can take my woman home and fuck."
There's bloody flesh scattered everywhere, yet the South Crew drug lord is still fucking alive.
Pike finally gave up the location to Brandon's family, but not until Mara sliced away every visible tattoo marking his skin.
He probably would have caved sooner, but with his mouth stapled, he couldn't talk, and Mara ignored all the sounds he was making.
She seemed to be having way too much fun.
However, her fun isn't over yet. We're now at the stage where Mara feels she needs to give Pike his last meal. Picking up one of the pieces of bloody skin, she dangles it from her knife.
"It's dinner time motherfucker."
"Fuck you, you sick whore!"
"Aw, I slaved over this meal for you, and now you're being ungrateful?" Mara tsks him. "You know what my mama used to say when I didn't want to eat my food?"
"I don’t fucking care what the whore said…"
"Hey! Watch your fucking mouth before I cut your dick off and feed it to you, too!
" When Pike doesn't respond, Mara continues with her story.
"My mama used to tell me, 'You can't leave the table, Amara, until you've finished every last bite.
' I would sit at the table until bedtime, and then, when I woke up, my mama would reheat my supper and put it right back in front of me. "
"Your mom sounds like a bitch," Pike sneers.
Mara snickers. "Of course, she was. Who do you think I inherited it from?" She holds the piece of flesh to his lips. "Open wide."
"You're fucking sick! I'm not eating that!" Pike gags .
"Oh, my bad—hold on!" Mara hurries over to the little mini fridge and pulls out two bottles. Holding them up, she asks, "Ketchup or hot sauce?"
Pike's given up answering her questions, and refuses to even look at her. So, it comes as no surprise when, once again, Adrik holds his head while Cray pries Pike’s mouth open.
Mara pours the hot sauce on the flap of skin and shoves it into his mouth.
He automatically starts screaming with his mouth closed.
I keep close watch and it doesn't take too long before Pike's furiously chewing his own flesh—and swallowing it. Cray lets up his hold on his mouth and Pike starts gagging instantly.
"That's a good boy," Mara states. "Let's have a few more and then we can call it good."
I'm not going to lie, watching this part of the torture has my stomach rolling a bit. I can't imagine eating my own flesh.
"I wouldn't be so nice, Mara. Don't doctor it up with good tasting sauces," I tell her.
Mara gives me her wicked grin. "This is my own special recipe. It's hot sauce because it’s made with acid. It starts to eat at their tongue if they let it sit there too long."
Damn! That's a good idea.
After making Pike eat himself a few more times, I put a stop to it.
Mara would be at it all night if I didn't. So, I instruct Adrik to start pouring the cement into the barrel.
I wasn't kidding about testing out that theory, and we already had the cement on standby, mixing in the machine while we waited patiently for the little psycho to be done playing.
Brandon is being made to watch, so he knows that the Gods of Nyte mean business when it comes to people like Pike. Unfortunately, he didn’t make it through the whole show without vomiting.
"Let this be a lesson for you, Brandon," I tell him.
"We don't kill the innocent, but we will do what we must in order to keep the residents of this town safe.
They are the Heirs' responsibility. You're lucky that I was here to hear you out.
I'm sure they would have released you in the end, but not before you felt some pain. "
"I'm grateful to you, Ms. Abbott," Brandon states.
"Beckam," Nyx corrects him.
I roll my eyes at the arrogant Heir. "We're not married yet, Beckam. Don't be getting ahead of yourself. "
"Legalities, little lamb. You've been claimed by Nyx Beckam, so you might as well get used to it." Nyx yanks me to him and kisses me hard before stepping back.
"I thought you wanted to get this finished. There's no time for any PDA, mister!" I then check the barrel, ignoring the cries coming from the big, bad drug lord, now covered to his chest.
"Please, I'll change my ways! I'll stop selling drugs!"
I chuckle and say, "I suppose you'll go to church, too."
"Yes! If that's what it takes, I'll go to church every Saturday and pray every night!"
I cock my brow at him. "Church is on Sundays, asshole."
"Whenever… I'll go!" Pike swears.
Narrowing my eyes, I cross my arms over my chest. "No, I don't think you will. In fact, I think that if we were to let you go, you would go straight to your little hole in the ground and find more people to try and take us out again. Do you honestly think we were born yesterday?"
His expression turns dark and menacing, making him look like something from a horror movie with most of his face sliced off. "You fucking bitch!"
"Nah," I say, shaking my head. "I'm not a fucking bitch—I'm your fucking nightmare." I glare at him and then nod at Adrik, who shuts the mixer off, stopping the pour, and places the cover over the barrel.
Pike is still alive, for now. He's going to feel himself being crushed as the cement solidifies, and even if he doesn't die from it, the lack of air will end him.
I'm so over this day already. I'm ready to go home and climb into bed, but I know it will be hours before I can sleep if Nyx has his way.
Leaving the warehouse, Cray and Adrik remain behind, ensuring the job gets done. Zilas and Mara take Brandon to go get his family. And Nyx? Well, he takes me home and makes good on everything he said he would do to me, keeping me up until the wee hours of the morning.