Chapter 27
Hector's punishment
Atlas
Hector sat bound to the iron chair we had delivered just before bringing his empire to its knees.
The chains were locked tight around his wrists and ankles.
I yanked the gag from his mouth so I could hear his screams once his punishment began.
His face was already swollen from earlier, dried blood staining his chin, but that sarcastic grin was still plastered across his face.
"Home sweet home," he rasped. "You two tough guys gonna tuck me in? Maybe sing me a lullaby before you gut me?" I didn't answer. I placed the laptop on the table in front of him. Zach's surveillance feed groaned to life, bringing up the history of the last few weeks Hector never knew we had.
All the nights he thought he was untouchable, thanks to the tracker in Kitten's neck. I'm so fucking glad I inserted the second one without her knowledge because if I hadn't, she most likely would have been lost forever.
It pleased me to see the shocked look on the asshole's face once the videos started playing. I went through most of the footage. All the torture, the starvation and every other horrible thing he did to Kit, Becca and Layla.
My gaze was fixed on him.
"Jacob kept me from watching any more of the videos as we prepared for your filthy party," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "He knew I'd lose it, but tonight? You're going to sit here and watch it with me. I have no clue what is on the last two videos."
I grinned at him.
"It's a good thing I put a tracker in Kit's neck, and what's even better, you were never smart enough to find out."
Hector's bloodstained face twisted into a snarl.
"My fucking brother's caused all of this. Two fucking idiots I should've gotten rid of years ago."
My voice was mocking.
"Could have, should have. I'm in charge now, and you'll die when I'm ready to end your life."
Jacob leaned against the wall, flipping his knife open with a click. "Call it a double feature. We get the film, and you get punished for making it."
Hector finally shut up, a look of disbelief on his face.
The footage played. Kitlyn's voice filled the room. Her cries. Her pleas for him not to hurt her. My jaw stiffened so hard my teeth ached. Then I saw it…Hector brutally raping my Kitten while cruelly laughing.
I was furious!
My fist slammed into his face, snapping his head back, blood spraying across the floor. He kept smiling, even through broken teeth.
"You fucking touched her," I snarled, hitting him again, harder. "You hurt what is MINE, motherfucker!!"
Hector coughed blood and chuckled. "Not yours once I took her. She screamed for me, assassin. Begged—
I slammed my fist into his gut, cutting the words off in a choking gasp. "Begged you to stop, you sick fuck. And you'll beg before I'm done with you."
Jacob stepped in, pressing the edge of his knife against Hector's cheek, just enough to draw a drop of blood. "Keep flapping your gums. We'll see how long that tongue stays in your mouth."
Hector's grin widened, mocking the blood. "You'll never break me. I was born into this life. Pain is my playground. I can dish it and take it. You two don't scare me, and where the fuck are my brother's?"
I crouched, my face inches from his, my voice ice cold. "Hopefully they're dead, and as for your playground, it's all gone. I can guarantee by the time we're finished with you, that mouth will plead for mercy."
The asshole still smirked, spitting blood. I threw the condoms at Jacob, who caught them with an evil grin on his face.
"You know, this is probably gonna be the last ass I fuck. I'm interested in someone, and I don't want her to know too much about my depravity."
I knew he was talking about Becca. He had the hots for her the minute we pulled up the videos, but he said nothing. I could tell from the way he watched the footage and as soon as we rescued them, he was all over her.
His laugh was sinister as he unwrapped the condom in front of Hector. The cartel's eyes grew wide with terror.
"This is what I did to your nephew when he tried to force himself on Kitlyn seven months ago. Now, it's your turn."
"You're fucking sick in the head!" Hector spat.
I laughed in his face.
"Isn't this what you did to Layla and my Kitlyn? You even had your own brother's raped by multiple guards. We watched all the footage, and Jacob isn't sick in the head at all. He isn't even bisexual. He's just a sadistic fuck."
Jacob smirked, shaking his head. "Difference is, Hector, I don't confuse therapy with torture.
You? You're out there running a whole daycare for degenerates and calling it a business.
I just do what I do best—tear apart assholes like you.
No pun intended. I absolutely love doing it.
Oh, and if I were into men, you wouldn't even make it to my top five list, so don't flatter yourself. "
Before Hector could spill something from his filthy lips, I gagged him again.
Even though Jacob and I were both big men, we still had to be careful with this one.
He told the truth when he said he was born into this, and I had no doubt he could give us a run for our money.
I wasn't taking anything to chance. I had my 357 tucked into the waistband of my jeans, and Jacob was carrying as well.
We unchained the ex-cartel boss, holding him down as we flipped him to bend over the chair.
He struggled and fought, but he was already half beaten and had little strength to fight the both of us. After removing his pants, we spread his legs, chaining them to the metal chair, doing the same with his wrists.
What a sight. The once predator—now the prey, spread out, ass in the air ready for his punishment. I looked at my watch. It was one in the morning.
Getting late, so I egged Jacob on.
"Okay, partner, he's all yours. Make him fucking scream and beg for mercy." I ripped the gag from Hector's mouth and pushed his face forward.
"You think you're tough against a man who's restrained?" He hissed through clenched teeth.
I clocked him in the face.
"Shut the fuck up. Save your energy for begging."
I laughed, a twisted grin spreading across my lips.
"You're going to need it, especially if you have a virgin asshole."
"Fuck you both!' He sneered.
Jacob slipped the condom on, lubed it up real good, and positioned himself behind Hector.
He spread his cheeks apart roughly, then entered him halfway, full force, breaching his opening.
Hector groaned, sweat beading on his neck, but he didn't scream.
Jacob grabbed him by the throat, cutting off his air. "Not hard enough for you, Hector?"
The cartel struggled to breathe, his face turning red.
"Don't kill him," I said. "For what he has done, he stays alive for at least the next month. His penance is to undergo torture, rape and starvation for as long as he held Kitlyn and Becca. Thirty-one days."
Hector tried to choke out words, struggling as Jacob let up on his windpipe, allowing him to suck in some air. My partner shoved all the way in on the second thrust, bringing a deep gurgle from Hector's lips. Jacob let go, grinning as he picked up the pace and brutally took his ass.
"Did you want to say something?" My partner mocked.
Time blurred as Jacob continued his assault. Hector's laughter was long gone. Sarcasm no longer fell from his mouth. His head thrashed against the chair with every thrust, chains rattled as he choked on his own cries.
"Stop!" he roared, voice breaking. "Mercy….please! I'll do anything! You're killing me!"
Jacob brought his lips to Hector's ear.
"Now, that's the sound I wanted to hear."
Tears fell from Hector's eyes as he begged and pleaded for Jacob to stop, while struggling against his restraints.
"I can't take it anymore. Stop! You win! I'm at your mercy." Jacob held on to Hector's neck as he chased his orgasm. He certainly would not stop without getting his reward.
I smirked as my partner tore his ass apart. Finally, Jacob groaned and with one last push, he climaxed into the condom, then pulled out, catching his breath.
He bent down in front of Hector, still chained over the chair. He smiled deviantly.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?"
The once powerful cartel, who ran a brutal empire, was sobbing, legs spread wide over the chair, having just been brutally fucked up the ass. Jacob tussled Hector's hair, smirking.
"I'd make you suck my dick clean, but I don't want you to bite it off, so maybe another time."
I rubbed my sore knuckles, breathing hard, staring down at the wreck of a man who had once strutted around like a proud peacock.
His swollen eyes narrowed, blood dribbling from his lip.
His asshole was red and raw around the entrance.
After Jacob cleaned himself and zipped up, he threw Hector's pants into the trash. He wouldn't need them anymore.
Just like he did to Kitlyn, Becca and countless other women, he would not be allowed clothes. We sat him in the chair, watching him flinch as his ass hit the metal.
Now that the punishment was over, he grew more balls, running his mouth again.
"You'll hear her screams every night, assassin. All my girls have fond memories of their time with me." A crooked, bloody grin spread across his face. "It's my specialty."
"It wasn't enough to fuck you in the ass?" I mocked." Are you saying you want another go at it? I'm sure Jacob could muster up the energy for another round."
"Do your worst. I'm a dead man anyway." He sneered.
Jacob's knife slid down Hector's chest, slow and deliberate, just nicking his skin, causing tiny red drops to pool.
"You don't get it, do you?" Jacob's voice was cold and hard as steel. "The more you flap your gums, the worse the torture. Keep up the good work."
Hours passed into blood and silence, broken only by Hector's strangled cries and my calm instructions about which nerve clusters hurt the most. I nicked his skin here and there, watching the red droplets drip to the floor.
The once mighty cartel boss sagged in his chains, his body wrecked, his spirit cracking. Still, he tried to sneer through blood.
"How the fuck did I know she belonged to you? He gasped, his voice cracking. "If she had told me her boyfriend was an assassin, I would have released her, but by the time my nephew showed up and told me himself, it was too late. The damage was already done."
Rage flared hot in my chest. I slammed the butt of my knife into his jaw, forcing his head back. "And you think brutally raping her after she confessed everything was a good fucking idea?"
Hector coughed, blood spattering down his bare chest, glistening against the dozens of shallow cuts I'd left across his skin. His eyes were swollen nearly shut, lips split, every inch of him painted in sweat and blood.
"My plan," he croaked, barely audible, "was to sell her and Becca that night. Get rid of them. Wash my hands clean."
I leaned in, so close he could feel my breath on his bloodied face. I yanked his chin up so he had no choice but to look at me through puffy lids.
"If you had sold her, I would have hunted you down anyway," I said, my voice low and razor-edged.
"There was never a world where your hands would come out clean.
You hurt what is mine. You left your filthy DNA in her, you motherfucker," I sneered.
"Your time here will not be pleasant. By the time Jacob and I are finished with you, you'll be begging for death, and the worst part? "
I leaned in until my lips brushed his ear.
"You won't get it."
For the first time, Hector had nothing to say.
His laugh faltered.
His voice faltered.
He already looked like a broken man, and his torture was worth every drop of blood spilled.
Jacob and I crept back into the house after beating the hell out of our prisoner.
We left the guard Agent Turner assigned to us with the ex-cartel boss.
Hector looked half dead, but I made sure he wasn't. The watchman was ordered to keep Hector bound and gagged, cleaned up just enough, given plenty of water and some ration packs.
I watched him almost starve my kitten; now it was his turn.
I wouldn't show mercy to the bastard by taking his life.
He needed to suffer for as long as possible.
It was three in the morning, and exhaustion weighed on both of us.
It's been a long night. We checked on the girls.
All three were cuddled together in one of the guest bedrooms. Cameras covered every inch of the house, but I didn't bother pulling up the feeds.
I switched off the one in their room. I saw what they went through.
There was no need for me to listen in on them.
I was beyond that these days.
The girls would need time to trust.
To heal.
To feel safe again.
I'll wait until Kitlyn is ready to let me back in.
I had all the time in the world.
Every last one of Hector's guards was either dead or in CIA custody.
My brother texted to confirm Juan and Julio were alive, handed over to Agent Turner after he struck a deal with the Mexican government.
By morning, the brothers would be delivered here, tucked neatly beside Hector in the guesthouse.
No loose ends. I wouldn't take any chances. The entire family would die by my hand.
The thought relaxed me.
Jacob took another guest suite, while I settled in my own room. The house was big enough, with seven bedrooms and eight bathrooms spread out over three floors. Plenty of space for the girls.
I wanted Kit beside me, but I knew she needed distance.
Space to breathe. I'd already lined up a psychiatrist for all of them.
After what I'd seen on those videos, therapy was the least they needed.
Tomorrow, a female doctor I trusted would examine them.
I specifically did not want a male doctor. Not after what they endured.
The exams would be invasive, and they deserved at least that measure of comfort. Kitten especially. I needed to know she was healing inside after what that pathetic bastard did to her. Just thinking about it made my fists itch.
Every time my mind replayed it, I wanted to storm back to the guesthouse and murder the fucker, but that would be too merciful. Death was the easy way out. I wanted him to drown in the same agony he'd forced onto the women he broke.