Chapter 34 Titan
Ichuckled to myself as Smoke drug JacQues in by a single ankle.
He looked like a rag doll compared to Smoke because he was dragging that man with ease.
He dropped his ankle and grabbed him up by his shirt, placing him into the chair we had placed in front of his family.
There was a fourth and very special setup behind them, just for him.
“Daddy!” Jackie yelled.
Mia walked over and punched her. “Shut the fuck up.”
Meanwhile, Smoke was aggressively tying this man to the chair.
“Well damn, nigga,” I said. “He pissed you off?”
“Bitch been talking shit after he came to in the car. I gave him something to shut him up.”
After securing JacQues to the chair with a rope system he couldn’t get out of if he tried, Smoke went into his pocket.
“You be tying Romi up like that, don’t you?” Maceo jested. “I know Shibari when I see it.”
Smoke grinned. “Mind your business.”
Senior shook his head. “Nasty asses.”
Maceo shot him a look. “You nasty too if you know what Shibari is.”
My pops chuckled. “If he knows what it is, he’s probably used it on one of y’all’s mamas.”
Every single one of my brothers-in-law's heads snapped in his direction with a look that said how dare he suggest such a thing. Ms. Maddie held up her hand as Deuce opened his mouth to say something.
“Focus! Now is not the time.”
Maceo grinned. “Sounds guilty to me,” he mumbled.
Smoke shook his head. “Let me wake this nigga up.”
He pulled out a small vial and a needle. After measuring the correct amount, he jabbed the needle into JacQues’ neck, causing him to gasp as he came to.
“Rise and shine, bitch ass nigga,” Smoke said, delivering a hard punch to his face.
His head snapped back. When he regained his composure, he began frantically looking around. When his eyes landed on his family, they widened.
“Y’all okay?” he asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “They won’t be for much longer.”
“The fuck happened to her face!” he demanded, looking at a bruised and bloody Jackie.
“Me,” Mia said, walking over to him. “I see where she gets her slick ass mouth from. I had to pop her in her shit.” She giggled.
“JacQues DuPont. I bet you never thought you’d be seeing me again, huh?
I guess I should properly introduce myself since you met the rest of the team prior to coming here.
I’m Mia DeLuca. These are my brothers, Deuce, Smoke, Maceo, and Steel.
These are my parents, Maddie and Stanley.
These are my in-laws, David and Tara. And this… ”
She slid her arms around my waist and tilted her head up for a kiss, and I was happy to oblige her.
“This is my husband, Titan. He’s been dying to get his hands on you.”
She’d barely finished that sentence before I sent my fist flying into that man’s face, causing his head to snap back.
“What’s good, pussy? Didn’t I tell you, you were next?”
JacQues spit blood from his mouth as he looked up at me. An evil grin spread across his face.
“Did you two have a nice turnout for that baby’s funeral? Or was it a memorial service? Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t open casket.”
Before anyone could blink, Mia whipped out her gun and shot him in the groin. Every man in the room winced as JacQues howled in pain.
“You think killing my baby is a muthafucking joke!” she screamed. “You took her from me, and you think that shit is funny!”
She picked up the spiked brass knuckles and slipped them on her fingers before hitting him with a two-piece to the face, leaving him leaking.
“We’re gonna see how funny shit is about to get,” she said, spitting on him.
Turning to the cart, she picked up the nail embedded baseball bat. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, my father and Senior had jumped on JacQues. His chair fell backward, and he was met with their boots to various parts of his body. I mean, they were stomping his ass out.
It took me and my brothers-in-law to get them off him.
My mama and Ms. Maddie stood back with smirks on their faces.
As we put the chair back up on all fours, JacQues’ head rolled from side to side.
The distinct imprint of a boot was on the side of his even bloodier face.
His nose was crooked, and there was a gash on his forehead.
Mia laughed. “I should have let that go on longer.”
She approached Jackie with the bat and pointed it at her.
“Remember when I told you to pick a number and you said seven?”
Jackie bit her lip. “Please…”
Mia swung the bat, hitting her in the leg. Jackie screamed in pain.
“That’s one.”
She swung it again, piercing her in the side.”
“That’s two.”
The DuPont family’s screams echoed while everybody watched as she swung that damn bat four more times, piercing her on the other side, ribs, chest, and neck.
Blood poured from her mouth and open wounds as Mia geared up for the final swing.
I could tell she put her all into it because when she cracked her in the head, the bat got stuck and Jackie stopped moving.
JacQues sat with a look of horror on his face as he watched his firstborn hanging there lifeless. JJ was in full blown tears and Alissa had pissed herself again.
“One down, three to go,” Mia said. “Baby, you wanna take the one?”
I smiled. “Hell yeah. Your turn, baby boy. This one might get a little messy.”
I picked up the all white coverup and stepped into it.
Once I had on all the protective gear, I picked up the chainsaw.
The sounds of the DuPont’s’ protests were drowned out as I cut it on.
JJ was kicking like he could go anywhere, so I took the first swipe at his leg.
He screamed bloody murder as I cut the first one off.
Blood poured from the open wound and gathered on the floor in a pool.
There went the second leg.
“Stop!” JacQues yelled. “Don’t make him suffer!”
“He won’t suffer much longer.”
Raising the chainsaw, I drove it into his abdomen. JJ began choking on his own blood as his cries ceased. By the time I pulled the chainsaw out, his head had dropped, and he was silent. I turned the chainsaw off and tossed it to the floor.
“That makes two.”
“We saved wifey for last,” Mia said to JacQues, who was bawling like a baby. Mia grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her. “You know she was willing to give you up? Said she would tell us any and everything she has on you if we spared her.”
His eyes darted to his wife, who was hanging there, sobbing and praying.
“I actually don’t feel like playing with her. I’m anxious to have a turn at you, so I’ll make hers quick.”
Pulling her gun, she walked over to Alissa, who was shaking her head.
“No! No, no, plea—”
Mia pulled the trigger, shooting her right between the eyes. Her head slumped forward and her body stilled.
“Guess that just leaves you,” she said, turning to JacQues. She looked behind him to Smoke. “Cut him loose. I’ll give him a semi-fair fight.”
Smoke smirked as he flipped open the switchblade. He made haste in cutting the ropes that bound JacQues to the chair while I stripped out of the bloody cover up. As soon as he was done, he sent his fist flying into the back of that man’s head, causing him to fall forward.
“Get the fuck up,” I said, pulling at my pants.
He rolled around on the floor, groaning in pain. He wasn’t moving fast enough for me, so I lifted my boot and kicked him in the face.
“I said get the fuck up!”
He stumbled to his feet and met the blows of my fist. I had to give it to him, bloody dick and all, he kept his balance as I rained down blows. He tried to fight back, but it wasn’t hitting on shit. I hit him with a final uppercut, landing him on his back.
Just as he went to pull himself to his feet, my wife came behind him with a piece of the rope and wrapped it around his neck. He gasped and clawed at it, trying to loosen her grip, but she put every ounce of strength into the hold she had on him.
“You took my baby from me,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You fucking took her. Look at your family, JacQues. Dead. You did this to them.”
She released the rope, and he dropped to the floor, gasping for air.
“Just…kill…me,” he said between pants. “Get it… over… with.”
Ignoring him, Mia went over to the sheet behind the deceased DuPonts.
She pulled it off, revealing Mr. James’ personal stretching device.
When the clean up crew arrived while everybody was out, we were confused what the hell they were bringing in.
Once they got it set up, I was intrigued.
One, I’d never seen any shit like this in real life.
Two, why the hell did that man have this to start with?
“Oh, shit!” Smoke said. “Now that is some medieval shit right there. I don’t have anything like that. Aye, let me crank that bitch.”
He was too excited to use this damn machine.
“Help me get him up there and the job is all yours,” I said.
“Bet.”
This big muthafucka didn’t need my help at all.
He grabbed JacQues up by the back of his shirt and pants and lifted him from the ground with ease.
Carrying him over to the table, he dropped him on his stomach, then flipped him onto his back.
We worked quickly to secure him in the straps.
The machine had a strap to go around his neck too.
“Just shoot me!” he begged.
“A bullet is too good for you,” Mia said. “I want you to feel every ounce of pain. You owe me that.”
She slapped his face and took a step back. She walked over to the cart of weapons and stooped to grab something from the bottom. Standing to her full height, she emerged with a mitten covered hand and a liquid bottle. As she neared us, she twisted off the cap.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Acid strong enough to burn through the skin on contact.”
Giving a nod to Smoke, he started cranking the machine while she slowly poured the acid all over JacQues.
As his body stretched, he screamed and begged us to just end him right there.
There was no mistaking the sounds of his bones cracking as his limbs were stretched past their limits.
His skin was ripping as well. The acid burning his flesh left a putrid stench in the air.
When his cries subsided into whimpers, Mia held up a hand to stop her brother. She approached the table and looked down at JacQues.
“I think I’ll give you the courtesy of knowing why I came for you before you die.
My father and grandfather both run a vigilante organization for victims of human trafficking and sexual abuse.
You and people like you are the reason we exist. You think you can just take and there be no consequences. That’s where you’re wrong.
“For every life you stole, figuratively and literally, I hope this was worth it. People like you are the reason my family will always eat. You are just one of the many sick muthafuckas that got exactly what was coming to them. Before you go, I want you to know we found so many people in your possession. And while they will finally be able to go home to their families, you and yours are gonna rot in hell.”
She spit in his face, then stepped behind the machine and started cranking the strap attached to his neck while Smoke cranked the ones attached to his arms and legs.
As it tightened and stretched, his eyes bulged.
Then we heard the fatal snapping of his neck.
Mia stopped and stepped from behind the machine. For a long time, she stared at him.
I made my way over to her and pulled her into my arms, where she collapsed in a fit of tears, releasing a gut-wrenching cry.
“I got you,” I said, holding her up. “I got you, baby.”
This shit was finally over.
We had justice for his victims and our daughter.
I was ready to go the fuck home.