Chapter Thirty-Eight #2
We all watch the door as I listen for any sound indicating where this bastard is.
It’s the first man who bought Annistyn and wanted her as his daughter.
He’s arrogant and a shady businessman. No one will miss him because he’s cold, ruthless, and has made more enemies than allies over the years.
I believe there was nothing sexual behind his intent to buy Annistyn from her aunt and uncle.
He has no heirs and needs someone to inherit his fortune when he dies.
Annistyn would have hated being with him.
Master found his plans for her. Boarding school, an IvyLeague after high school, and then forced into his business to take over when he was ready to retire.
There was no room for freedom in her life.
The bastard was even arranging her marriage to gain advantages in business and she would have had no choice in the matter.
None of the candidates were good enough for her and she would have lived a miserable life.
Annistyn still would have been abused because this monster is not gentle and doesn’t care what methods he has to use in order to get his way.
The door opens and Viper grabs the fucker as soon as he steps one foot inside.
“What the fuck?” the man shouts, looking around and finally noticing everyone standing before him. And the rest of the monsters kneeling at our feet are all tied up so they don’t even think of running.
“Thanks for showin’ up,” I state, my tone cold and hard as I stare the fucker down. “You’re the last of our guests here today.”
“This was a fucking setup,” he states as Viper ties him up and shoves him hard to the floor.
“Bingo. My ol’ lady won’t be goin’ with you or anyone else here.
Not sure if you know this shit, but you weren’t the only vile fuck who bought her.
You’re just one of many. Now, we’re gonna deal with you all so she can live a peaceful life while you rot in a shallow grave,” I say, watching him glare at me.
“Do you know who I am? I can bury your little club and still get Annistyn,” he states as if he’s walking out of here today.
“Yeah, you aren’t shit. In fact, your business is already goin’ bankrupt as we speak.
The good employees have already been taken care of while those who you bought have been blacklisted.
They’ll never have a job again. You might think we’re a small time club, but we all have very strong connections in the government.
Ones you’ve tried to gain access to since you were eighteen years old.
You aren’t good enough to lick our fuckin’ boots and never have been,” Caleb says in a deceptively calm voice before turning to me.
“Link, this is your show. Which fuckers do you want to deal with personally?”
“Obviously I want the bitch who just showed up,” I say pointing at him before looking down the line of pussies that can’t be classified as men.
“I want those two as well. They were sayin’ some pretty horrible things about my girl and I have a lot of rage I need to get out before I pick her up and wrap her in my arms for the rest of the day. ”
“Okay. Everyone else leave those three alone. Pick your bitch and get to work. None of them leave here alive,” Caleb orders as we all move.
I move slowly because I want the asshole running his mouth to see what’s about to happen to him. He needs to witness the pain he’s about to endure because it’s what he deserves to live through. I want him to suffer as much as possible before I finally end his life.
The sounds of men whimpering and screaming in pain fills the warehouse amidst the sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
Among the body odor surrounding us, there’s now a few more smells mingling in the air around us.
Some of the men have pissed themselves while others have shit themselves.
They’re big and bad against a female, but can’t hold their own when it comes to standing toe-to-toe with a man.
Not that they’re untied. The last scent now filling the warehouse is that distinct metallic tang of blood.
I circle the two men who thought it was a good idea to run their mouths about what they planned on doing to my ol’ lady like they’re my prey.
At the end of the day, they are. I finally lash out and land my first punch knocking the asshole out.
I didn’t even hit him that hard. Everyone stops what they’re doing and laughter fills the warehouse because none of us expected this shit to happen.
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Tank speaks up from next to me as we look down at the bitch on the floor. “Where the fuck is the fun in knockin’ him out in one punch?”
“I didn’t even hit him that hard. Oh well, at least I don’t have to listen to him cry like a pussy. It’s annoying,” I say, looking down the line of men.
I turn my attention to the second man in front of me.
He cowers like a bitch and I proceed to beat the fuck out of him.
Every hit I land is calculated to inflict the most damage and pain on his body.
He screams louder than any girl I’ve ever heard in my life.
We don’t need music because we wouldn’t hear it over the shouts and screams of men who should be able to take a beating.
By the time this bastard passes out, he’s a bloody mess and no one will recognize him.
Now, I turn my attention to the last douche canoe in the warehouse.
Everyone else moves to surround us as I step closer and closer in slow movements.
The asshole’s eyes widen in fear as he pisses himself.
“Damn, you haven’t even touched him yet and he’s pissin’ himself,” Viper says, laughter filling his voice as he uses a rag to wipe his hands off.
“What are you going to do to me?” he says, his voice trembling in fear as he tries to slide away from me on the warehouse floor.
“I’m gonna beat the fuck outta you like I just did over there.
I might let the rest of these men get a hit or two in before I finally put a bullet between your fuckin’ eyes.
Then, you’re gonna be buried in a shallow grave in a forest where wildlife can feast on your remains.
Or, we might take you to a pig farm. I’m not sure of final disposal yet,” I state in a cold voice as I finally step directly in front of him.
“Why? I wasn’t going to hurt the girl. I wanted her as my daughter,” he pleads, his voice breaking as he starts sobbing.
“You might have bought her to be your daughter, but it doesn’t mean she would have lived a good life.
See, we have a tech genius among us and he found all of your plans for her.
Boardin’ schools, Ivy League, arranged marriage, forced position in your company.
None of it is anythin’ that would have made my girl happy.
We also know you don’t give a fuck what methods you use to get your way.
You’ve had a trail of women file charges against you that always seem to get dropped for one reason or another.
You either bought them off or made them disappear.
I don’t think you killed them, you don’t have the balls for that.
I think you relocated them against their will so your crimes wouldn’t be brought to the attention of the public,” I inform him as his eyes widen in shock and he has nothing to say against the truth I just gave him.
Information he didn’t believe we’d have.
Without another word, I start to beat the shit out of him.
While I don’t knock him out with one punch, he still screams louder than anyone else so far.
My ears hurt from how loud his screams pierce the air around us.
Several of the guys in the club wince in response but don’t move away.
I don’t stop my attack on the bastard until he’s laying in a pool of his own blood, curled up in a fetal position.
“I’m done. If any of you wanna have a turn, go ahead and take it now before I put a bullet between his eyes,” I say, stepping back next to Tank.
“Proud of you, Kreed. You avenged your girl and made sure her world is as safe as possible. You’ve let her handle situations the way she needed to and allowed her to be the woman she truly is.
Keep doin’ what you’re doin’ and she’ll give you the world,” Tank says as the guys all step back in the circle after getting their hands on the last fucker before us.
Tank steps up and whispers something causing the asshole’s face to turn even whiter than it was seconds ago before beating the fuck out of him in a way I haven’t witnessed in a very long time.
When Tank is finally done getting his pound of flesh, Force hands me a gun.
It won’t have a serial number on it and will be disposed of when I’m done.
I move around the room and take the lives of each man while Priest gives them his version of their last rites and he wishes them well in hell.
This is new, but I’m not mad about it. Caleb lets me know they’ll deal with the clean-up so I can head to the clubhouse and wash up before going to pick Annistyn up.
Tank leaves with me because he doesn’t want to wait to see her.
All I can think about is letting her know the situation has been dealt with and she doesn’t have to worry any longer.
I want to hold her in my arms and spend the rest of the day showing her how much I love her.
It will have to wait because Tank will spend time with her and that’s not negotiable. I already know how his mind works.