Chapter 40
Chapter
Forty
ANSEL
I have four guns hidden in various places of my body, though my short sleeved shirt and jeans don’t seem as if I am. There’s also two knives in my pockets, and my head is constantly on a swivel as I make sure we’re safe.
I only relax slightly when we arrive at the warehouse after getting lunch, and Abbott glances knowingly at me as we get out of the SUV. Henri parked inside of the warehouse, so we’re as safe as possible.
“Hey,” Lyle says, walking up to us with his pack on either side of him. “We have the room set up with everything you need. If you decide to get inventive, please let me know so I can provide you with whatever is necessary.”
“There were jokes about making me a human toilet at one point,” Cassidy says, rolling her eyes. “Have anything that I can use to make that happen without actually having to shit on someone?”
“The sewage system on this block has been on the fritz,” Silas says with a snort. “They have a pump that can be removed in this building and put anywhere you need it. It’ll be messy, but it’ll do the job.”
No one blinks an eye at his words, though Winter goes a little pale. I expect that’s more because of the baby than the topic of conversation.
“Have any masks that’ll cover the smell?” I ask. “Winter has had a sensitive stomach recently.”
“Vicks underneath the nose and a full face piece respirator should help with that,” Silas murmurs, slipping his phone out of his pocket to text someone. “It’ll be here soon. Anything else?”
“Are you going to lecture us about this, Lyle?” I ask teasingly.
“Why do you think I’m here?” Lyle asks. “It’s to make sure the warehouse is scrubbed clean once you’re done, not to lecture. The law has its place, but it doesn’t always ensure there’s justice.”
“The type of justice that includes the inappropriate use of a sewage pipe unfortunately isn’t found in a courthouse,” Easton says, shrugging. “Sometimes, you have to color outside of the lines. Lyle knows that, as much as he groans about the lengths he may have to go to keep us all out of prison.”
“Honestly, while I find the law fascinating, it’s more fun to play on the dark side,” Lyle says.
“It was fun watching you use a sledgehammer to take someone out in the bunker,” Silas muses.
I bet there was some really hot sex that happened when they got home too, based on the way they’re glancing at each other. Fuck yes, I’m for it.
“Clara and Winchell are this way. I had to gag both of them because they wouldn’t fucking shut up,” Lyle grumbles.
“Sounds about right for Clara,” Bellamy muses.
I like that he isn’t using her honorific because she doesn’t fucking deserve it. Clara is a shitty fucking human, and it sounds like Cassidy has a plan for her.
Moving closer to Cass as we walk toward the room our prisoners are being held, I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her close to me. She comes easily with a smile at me as she allows herself to snuggle against me.
“You’re going to let one of us work that sewage pipe for you, right, baby?” I ask.
“Yes. I know I can’t be anywhere near that stuff,” Cassidy agrees.
“You just had surgery, and your immune system is compromised,” Silas says, glancing over his shoulder. “I had several masks picked up.”
“Thank you, Silas,” she says with a smile.
We don’t want anyone to know about the pregnancies yet. Not only are we worried about both of the babies surviving to term with the stress Winter and Cassidy have been under, we also don’t want to get our friends too excited yet.
I want to ask the doctor what a good time frame to announce is, or we may just wait until they begin showing and then announce.
I suppose it would be tougher to wait until the babies are born, huh?
I want to keep every moment, every kick, all of it to ourselves to savor it. I’m not sure how the doctor from Cassidy’s past decided that she was too scarred to be able to get pregnant, but he’s an asshat.
Clara and Winchell are hanging from hooks from the ceiling when we walk into a back room. My nose twitches unhappily at the smell of dampness, and Lyle sighs.
“Yeah, I’m pissed about that too,” he mutters. “Somehow, we had a leak back here, and now the pump is threatening to back up. Have your fun, and then I’ll have someone add an attachment to the pump so you can have more fun. I can reverse the flow on the pump for you.”
“Damn, you’re the best,” Abbott says with a grin.
“Thankfully, his gifts to us come differently packaged,” Easton says with a smirk. “Need anything else?”
Glancing at the wooden work table set up, I see cutting shears, blow torches, brands, hatchets, hammers, nail guns, knives, and so much more. Winchell and Clara are still completely clothed, though Clara is no longer wearing the high heels from the auction.
That’s not a surprise, but it would have been fun to use the heels to poke holes in her body.
“Is there any way you still have her shoes?” Bellamy asks, biting his lip as he stares at her. “She used her stupid fucking heels like a weapon.”
“Turn about is fair play,” Winter adds.
If they’re asking, I can’t imagine how many times the sound of her heels would make them tense. There are many ways to groom your prisoners to fear you, especially when it's something as simple as hearing you walk.
“I do,” Silas says, stepping outside to find them. He comes back quickly, the offending shoes dangling from his fingers. “They’re gaudy, aren’t they?”
“Terribly so,” Cassidy says in her best snobbish tone as Silas grins and places the shoes on the table.
Winter licks her lips as she picks up a pair of cutting shears, and Clara begins to kick and scream.
That’s not gonna work.
“You don’t need working legs, do you, Clara?” I ask, waking over and catching one of her legs as she kicks at me. Lifting my leg, I break her femur by cracking it over my thigh. Then I do the same with her other leg as she screams.
A protective feeling floods my veins as I glare at her, and I really just want to break her fucking neck.
“Not yet, Ansel,” Cassidy says gently.
Taking a deep breath, I nod my head and step away from Clara before I can’t help myself.
“You have the floor,” I promise her.
“Until I have to bend down,” she teases me. “Winter, they’re wearing too many clothes right? Ansel, would you like to shatter knee caps and then break legs on ole Winchell?”
“Very old school mafia of you,” Silas observes. Pack Mayor leans against the wall as they watch, which isn’t an issue.
We don’t have performance anxiety.
“It’s effective,” I murmur, picking up a large hammer. The top is thick and heavy, and it has a nonslip handle, which I appreciate. “Hey, Winchell. I realize you probably have no idea who we are, but you fucked up.”
Stalking over to him, I catch his leg as he kicks at me, and bring down the hammer on his knee as hard as I can. The crunch is incredibly satisfying, and Abbott laughs.
We aren’t normal.
Since Clara is neutralized for now, Winter and Bellamy cut her dress off. They both pick up a shoe once she’s naked, ignoring her wide eyes. There’s no tears, simply anger. The fear will come soon.
I’m willing to bet on it.
Bellamy begins to hit Clara with the stiletto part of the shoe first, and then Winter follows. Now that both of Winchell’s kneecaps are taken care of, I back away to watch my omegas take their revenge.
“Stupid cunt,” Bellamy growls.
“You deserve to have everything that happened to us, happen to you,” Winter adds.
“Do I need to put in a request for dildos?” Silas asks curiously.
“We can put spikes in them,” Easton adds.
Lyle sighs, and leans into the conversation. “I won’t tell you why I have this, but you know the spike strips for the road? We could wrap that around the dildo.”
Cassidy gives him a winning grin that makes him flush, and he walks out quickly to ensure it happens.
“Your smiles should come with a warning label,” Silas mutters.
Shiloh bursts out laughing at his words, shrugging. “She’s had me wrapped around her finger since I was maybe six years old, Silas. Cass doesn’t even realize she’s doing it.”
“What did I do?” she asks, winking. Picking up a hatchet, she sighs wistfully as she gazes at it.
Her ribs and stitches have to be seriously pissing her off. Why aren’t there accommodations to kill people? They exist everywhere else.
It’s rude if you ask me. Oh well, I’ll have to make it up as I go.
“How far up can you raise your arm before it hurts?” I ask her.
“Here,” she admits, raising her hand to her elbow. “Things start to pull after that.”
“Try the nail gun,” I suggest, handing it to her. “Go for his face and angle up.”
“I can drop him down,” Silas suggests as Lyle comes back in.
“What’s up?” Lyle asks. “Also, what does it say about us that I asked one of our men to pick up the biggest dildos he could, and he didn’t blink?”
“It means that they know us,” Easton laughs.
Shrugging, Lyle agrees as he puts down the spike strips. I can easily cut and wrap them around the dildos. Fuck yes, that’ll be fun.
“I’m going to lower the hook so that Cass doesn’t have to raise her arms too high,” Silas says, answering Lyle’s original question.
“Ohh. He shouldn’t be able to kick with broken knees. It’ll be safe to lower him,” Lyle agrees.
Picking up a remote control, Silas hits a button so that he can lower Winchell. No one has a set up like this if they’re not regularly torturing people, but that’s none of my business.
“That’s good. Thank you,” Cassidy says sweetly.
Clara screams as Bellamy shoves the heel into her cunt, pushing it in until he has to remove his hand or end up with his fingers inside of her.
“Gloves,” I remind him, pulling a pair of gloves from the table.
We haven’t gotten bloody enough for me to pull out the plastic over clothes yet. Umm, just kidding.
Bellamy is looking at a set of knives, so I find the bag that was brought ahead of us and pull out a long plastic covering for his clothes. It reminds me of a robe or a raincoat, only for blood.