Chapter 33
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
LYLE
Theo Finnegan is a disgusting fucking piece of shit. Collecting him from his home didn’t take long. He screamed when we dragged him out, and he didn’t have a chance to see anyone before we threw a hood over his head.
Caleb and Lars have a pulley system that’s the shit made of nightmares.
Theo’s wrists are tied behind his back with thick rope and they hauled him up into the air with a hook worked through a loop in the binding.
Both of his shoulders are dislocated now, and they are adding weight to his ankles to increase the pain.
Alisa stands beside me as she watches her brothers torture Theo without a single expression on her face, yet I can feel the conflicting feelings colliding against each other.
The black bag is still over her father’s face, and his ankles are tied together.
The weights hang from that rope, increasing the pressure on his shoulders.
It must be excruciating. I can’t wait for it to get worse.
“What the fuck! I’ll give you anything you want. Why are you doing this?”
Theo didn’t see either of his sons when we took him, leaving him in the dark entirely. He doesn’t understand that his children can not be bought, unlike him.
“You don’t have anything I want,” Alisa says, forcing strength into her voice. I slide my fingers through hers because we both need the connection and he can’t see us.
“Who the fuck are you!”
“Someone who will watch you burn for sins against your own flesh and blood.”
My girl has a flair for the dramatic. I can’t wait to see what her plans are for her father.
“How is that weight looking for you?” I whisper in her ear. This is her show.
Alisa’s lips purse as she looks at the weight and nods. There’s fifty pounds of it pulling at his arms. Squeezing my hand, she pulls away to begin moving closer to her father.
“I don’t even recognize you anymore,” she murmurs. “You got old.”
“I fear that I’m at a disadvantage,” he grits out between his teeth. “I haven’t recently pissed any women off. Did I fuck you and not call?”
“Ew,” Hollis breathes under her breath. “Fucking gross.”
Her brothers roll their eyes and begin taking turns punching their father. He barely swings due to the anchor on his legs, creating a well balanced flesh bag. Alisa wanders toward the table of weapons and begins to look through her choices. As promised, her brother and Hollis found her some gems.
She lifts a bullwhip from the table with wide eyes and I can’t help but grin. I fucking adore her. Troy walks closer to me as he sees what’s in her hands as she uncoils it, and I can tell he’s curious.
“Is that a whip?” he hisses, keeping quiet.
Theo is currently enjoying the disoriented feeling of being without his sight. Alisa is an enigma to him, and we are going to continue that as long as possible.
None of us want Theo to be able to hurt Alisa with his words once he realizes who she is. In his eyes, she’s a child, and that hasn’t been true for a long time.
“Yep. Move over,” I grunt, watching as our omega gets ready to practice with her new toy. I push Troy away from Alisa as she holds the handle of the whip and flicks her wrist with surprising ease.
She’s so focused, I want to make sure she doesn’t accidentally catch one of us with her new favorite toy.
“Damn, that’s sexy,” Easton breathes.
Lars turns to see what the cracking sound is as Theo screams like a little bitch, and Caleb smothers a chuckle. Stepping back together, they let Alisa be the beautiful little nightmare that she is as she practices with her whip.
Turning toward her father as she realizes she has the floor, she grins wickedly.
“He pissed himself,” Silas tells her. “That’s how fucking scary you are, Little Fighter.”
Theo flinches as the smell of urine fills the air and the front of his pants shows the evidence of Silas’ words. He doesn’t fucking know who any of us are, allowing us the freedom to speak if we feel like it.
“I deserve to know why I’m here. I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding we can put behind us.”
Theo is trying to keep the illusion of control, despite losing it over his bladder and I snort in derision. He’s not in control of shit.
“You’re not in charge here,” Alisa growls, moving toward him.
Our new bond is full of emotions. She’s so fucking angry, as she has every right to be. There’s also a fuck ton of sadness inside of her. He’s her damn father, and he threw her away. I hope she makes him fucking hurt.
Her feet almost drag one after the other over the concrete floor, as if she’s worried about something.
I pulled her aside before we came inside and told her we would take over at any time or help if she wanted it. I simply don’t think she’ll accept the help.
She wants to do this herself.
Silas catches my eye with a frown, and I wonder what he’s sensing. Completed bonds strengthen and become easier to understand the longer they exist. Since mine is so new, I know it’ll take some time. I’ll defer to whatever he can tell me.
He rubs his head before glancing back at Alisa and I see her doing the same. Does her head hurt? Fuck.
Raising her arm, she lets the whip fly, and there’s no time to ask her. We’re going to need to ride this out, because I’m feeling an overwhelming amount of determination coming from her side of the bond.
She’s going to push for as long as she can. We’ll be here to catch her if she falls.
ALISA
Heat is licking up my body in a very unfortunate way. It’s stayed away for months, and now her horny head is lifting from the ashes to remind me she exists.
Fucking bitch.
No. Taking a deep breath, I channel the tingles of arousal and anger into whipping the man I call my father. His screams mean nothing to me, his clothes tear as the whip splits the material, and he pisses himself again as the blood runs down his body.
“Who are you?!”
“Who do you think I am?” I ask, not sounding at all like myself. My voice is warped from pain and anger, though my eyes remain dry.
My arm is tired, and I think the only reason I was able to hit him for so long is due to the anger I’m filled with. Hollis takes the whip from me gently and I blow out a breath. Turning my head toward her, I see her staring at me with wide eyes.
Fuck. Omegas during a heat pump out pheromones, but I didn’t think I was far enough gone yet. It must be due to how much I’m starting to sweat.
“Shoot the fucker,” she growls.
“Hollis? What… I don’t understand. Are my good-for-nothing sons there too?”
She makes a face and I shrug. I want him to know who I am so I can see the look in his eyes when I continue to have my fun. I’m beginning to cramp, which means my brothers may need to finish this for me.
Time isn’t something I have very much of.
“Take off the hood, please,” I rasp, massaging my sore wrist.
Hands cover my shoulders as I force myself to breathe while Lars pulls off the hood off my father’s face. Silas continues to rub my muscles as I lean against him, and I can tell my little secret is gaining traction.
“Hi, Dad. Your darling daughter is all grown up.”
“No fucking way. My daughter is dead. She was killed by her kidnappers,” he replies.
“Is that what you were told?” I ask.
“I wasn’t aware you and the Dominos were so close,” Hollis adds.
What. I suck in a breath as I try to figure out why Rosa’s pack would be involved in this.
“Not Rosa,” Silas whispers in my ear. “Her pack’s father. He ran Remano auction house, and his niece took it over just after he died. It’s all very incestual.”
Holy shit.
I don’t understand the way it all works, but it proves my own father is knee deep in this shit.
“Roberto was a…means to an end,” Theo gasps. His chest heaves from the pain flooding his system, while I gaze at him with my lips twisted in disappointment. I have no sympathy for him. “He paid well, and he didn’t have a problem selling virgin children.”
“If I’d been a whore would I have been worth less?” I ask, sucking in a breath as I pull out my gun from my holster.
“Of course,” he laughs. “Your brothers scared everyone away, and you were only fourteen. That is, if you are Alisa. Isn’t it possible she’s working an angle, boys? Haven’t you thought of that?”
“You’re a moron,” I reply, shooting him in the gut. It’ll bleed slowly and isn’t fatal. “I don’t want anything from anyone. Well, I do want you to die, but that I can have for free.”
“Fuck! I told your worthless brothers not to teach you how to shoot a gun,” he complains.
“Because it’s not ladylike?” I snort. “I was never going to be a lady.”
I liked to climb trees too much, but I pretended to be whatever others wanted me to be. I’m fucking done doing that.
Silas steps back from me, and I proceed to shoot holes into my father’s body. “I learn my lessons very well, Dad. I also have no problems doing my research. Doc, how many holes can a person have before they bleed out?”
“Quite a few for your father’s size. Avoid major arteries and his lungs. Otherwise, you’re fine,” Doc grunts. “Alisa…”
“I know,” I growl, annoyed. Slick is pooling in my panties and I’m beginning to sweat.
A headache is also pushing between my eyes, which is going to affect my ability to shoot.
“Your biggest mistake, Dad, was alienating your kids. My brothers never stopped looking for me, and you’re going to die alone.
No one will fucking care when you disappear.
Your men will go on to work for other people and no one will bat an eye.
“Lars will remove your eyes and make you eat them, Caleb will cut off your tongue to end your spiteful words, and Hollis will make sure to take photos for me.”
“Should I be taking notes?” Lars asks, confused.
“She isn’t staying,” Hollis says. “Anything else you need?”
“Make sure it’s messy, and he’s still conscious when you feed body parts into the meat grinder, please,” I say, weaving on my feet. “I don’t think the wood chipper is necessary this time.”
“Alisa. What the fuck is going on?” Caleb asks.
“My designation has jokes and presents I can’t return,” I mutter, putting the safety on my gun.