Chapter 80
***Ethan***
I can’t see straight. Rage seeps from my pores like sweat
after a hundred-mile sprint. My knuckles crack as I continuously make fists and
release. I’m trying to decide whether I should put him out of his misery or
make him suffer.
“What do you think I should do with you?” I ask.
“L-let me go?”
“Let you go? Oh, I’ll let you go. Just haven’t decided in
how many pieces yet.”
The fucker swallows hard, and his eyes dart around the room
at the men here—my brothers, Charlie, Brick, Sam, and Brad. Sam and Brad are
Casey’s detail. They’re the ones who brought me the piece of shit who attacked
my baby.
“I swear, I was just following orders.”
“Oh, trust me; your boss will be in that chair real
soon.” I grab my Louisville Slugger, twirl it with a flick of my wrist, and then
point it to Sam. “You said it was her ankle. Left or right?”
“Right.”
I turn back to the man in the chair and swing at his right
ankle. He howls in agony as the bone shatters. The force of the contact splits
the bat down the middle, and I toss the pieces aside.
“Stand him up.”
Charlie and Brick rush forward, release his bonds, and drag
him into a standing position.
“If Stone wants to get dirty, then we’ll get dirty.”
I let loose on the fucker, turning him into my punching bag.
By the time I step away from him, he’s a broken, bloody mess. They let him fall
to the floor, and I kneel on his back, snapping his spine. Michael hands me a
towel to wipe the blood from my hands. With a smirk on my lips, I turn to face
the men.
“It’s time to kill some wolves, boys.”