Chapter 30
AXEL
I drive Wren back to the clubhouse, knowing that her nerves are shot and she’s in no position to be driving right now. I can’t believe we actually have the fucker. I figured he would want to have a chance with Wren alone, but I didn’t think he would be this stupid. I’m fucking glad he was, though.
He has some fucking balls on him. The way he was speaking to Wren made me want to murder him right then and there. The only thing stopping me was the justice that Wren and Luke deserve. Zach will die a slow and painful death at the club’s hand.
Wren is quiet the entire ride back to the clubhouse. I know that the adrenaline has worn off and she’s in a state of shock now. I didn’t want to use her as bait for this reason, alone. I just hope it doesn’t undo any of her hard work.
She’s spent the last few months trying to rid this piece of shit from her mind. Now, we’ll spend the next few days ridding him from this earth.
I pull into the clubhouse lot, and the gates close behind me. The guys already brought Zach back to the clubhouse and we’re on lockdown until further notice. That means everyone we love is here. Safe.
I park the SUV and walk around to Wren’s side to help her from the vehicle. I lead her inside and motion for Grayson and Sophie to follow us to our suite. They do and I leave them in the living room while I take Wren into the bathroom to clean up.
I help her out of her clothes and into the shower, knowing that she needs to wash him away. I strip out of my clothes and join her inside. This isn’t sexual, this is for her sanity and my own.
I lather her loofah and clean her skin methodically.
Some of the color returns to her cheeks as I continue the process over her entire body.
I gently wash her hair, scrubbing her scalp in a massaging manner before rinsing it and applying conditioner to her ends.
I detangle her strands with my fingers and then rinse it away.
I quickly wash myself before I turn off the water and step out, grabbing us both towels.
I wrap her in a towel and then dry myself off before I towel dry her hair and brush it out.
I walk into our bedroom and grab her pajamas, walking back into the bathroom to help her into them.
I grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from the closet and get dressed, putting my boots back on.
Then I walk Wren back into the living room where Sophie and Grayson are waiting with the television on. Though, neither of them is watching it.
“Thank you, for waiting,” I murmur as I nudge Wren in the direction of the couch.
She sits down and takes a deep breath before releasing it. “Thank you,” she murmurs. “For today,” she clarifies for us.
“You don’t have to thank us,” Grayson says.
“I know, but I want to.”
“We haven’t finished the job yet, baby,” I murmur. “Will you be okay with Sophie?”
“Yeah,” she replies. “We can’t get into too much trouble up here. But where are the kids?” She asks, her tone suddenly laced with concern.
“They’re with their grandparents,” Sophie chuckles. “They’re all in our suite next door, so they’re in good hands.”
“Good,” Wren says, her tone full of relief.
“I’ll be downstairs for a few hours,” I tell her as I brush the hair away from her face. “If you need me, I’ll have my phone on.”
Wren meets my eyes and I see the gratitude reflecting in her chocolate-brown depths. She knows that we’re going downstairs to torture Zach.
“Be safe,” she warns me.
“Always.”
Grayson says a quick goodbye to Sophie before we head out of my suite and to the basement of the clubhouse. This space isn’t used for much other than storge, but we have a room set up for our more nefarious reasons. The next couple of days it’s going to get its full use, though.
The room is spacious with a large metal table that morticians use during the embalming process. It helps with cleanup. There are cabinets on either side of the table that holds our tools.
The cops think that this is a room for cleaning wild game, and it does serve that purpose when the guys have the urge to hunt. Mostly, it’s purpose is just this. Torture.
All of our patched brothers will play a part in this, but for tonight, it’ll just be me, Rowan, and Grayson. Rowan is already inside the room when we enter, standing by the table where Zach is strapped down.
“Thank God you’re here,” he groans. “I don’t think I could take another second of the whimpering before we’ve even done anything. This guy is an even bigger pussy than we thought,” he says as he pats Zach’s shoulder mockingly.
“Is that why there’s a gag in his mouth?” I say with a laugh.
Rowan shrugs. “Before the whimpering there was a lot of begging.”
“Figures,” Grayson mutters.
I walk over to the table and stare down at Zach with a wicked grin. “Are you ready for us to give you something to actually whine about?” I ask as I pat his cheek. His eyes widen when I rip the gag from his mouth. “We don’t need that blocking out any of your screams of pain.”
“You’re all fucking crazy!” He yells.
“You know, you’re probably right,” I tell him. “We are crazy. Crazy protective of our women. You shouldn’t have come after Wren. You shouldn’t have violated her. You shouldn’t have killed Luke. You brought the fucking crazy out.”
I hold out my hand and Rowan gives me a buck knife from the cabinet. I familiarize myself with the weight of it before bringing it down in his palm. He screams in pain as the metal pierces his skin, hitting the metal table underneath.
“Your screams are so beautiful!” I laugh as I pull the knife from the wound, making him scream again.
“Is that how Wren sounded when she tried to fight you off?” I growl as I lean over him.
“I don’t think so. Wren would never sound like that.
My woman is tough as nails.” I shake the blood off the knife and walk around to the other side of the table.
“I think we’re going to need something to cauterize,” I tell Grayson.
A wicked smile lifts his lips as he reaches for his phone and calls someone. “Bring us a torch from the shop,” he tells them.
“No!” Zach screams. “No!”
He pleads with us while we wait, but we ignore him. Noah walks into the room with a torch and hands it to Grayson before leaving again. Grayson joins me at the side of the table.
“What are you thinking?” He asks.
“I think we should cut off everything he used to torment Wren and kill Luke.”
“What!?” Zach yells. “No, please don’t!”
“You think that I’m going to listen to a man who doesn’t know how to take no for an answer?” I tsk. “Why would I do that?”
I reach in the drawer and grab a machete, I swing it down and cut through Zach’s hand, hitting bone. He screams bloody murder as I bring it down again, effectively breaking through the bone. Grayson lights up the torch and seers the stump, making Zach pass out from the pain.
I lean against the wall while I wait for him to regain consciousness, the coppery smell of blood and the tinge of burning flesh filling the room.
“He won’t last long if you keep going like that,” Rowan chuckles.
“He doesn’t have to last long,” I mutter. “We’re going to see if he talks when he wakes up, if he does, I’ll let him sleep. If he doesn’t, I’ll take his other hand tonight.”
“I like it,” Grayson murmurs.
We sit like that for a half hour, and when I’m tired of waiting, I walk over and smack his face a few times. “Wakey, wakey, Zachy boy,” I say cheerfully. “We have more fun to have!”
His eyes crack open and he blinks a few times, taking in his surroundings. I can see the second that he remembers where he is because his eyes flare in panic.
“That’s right,” I tell him. “We have more to discuss. If you tell me what I want to hear, I’ll let you rest. If you don’t, I’ll take your other hand.”
“What? What do you want to know?” He rushes out.
“Why are you so infatuated with Wren?”
“At first it was just because she’s hot, but then I found out that she was on Alexis’ legal team and then it became more.”
“Why did you kill Luke?”
“I just wanted to fuck with the club,” he cries. “I wanted to take a shot at Wren to spook her, but he got in the way.”
“Were you watching us before that night?” Grayson asks.
“No! I met one of your club sluts when she was kicked out. We hooked up a few times, and she told me that you guys don’t guard the field across from the club.”
“I’m going to fucking kill Patience,” I growl. “I can’t believe that bitch.”
“I already killed her! Let me go and we can call it even!” He pleads.
“Patience is dead?” I ask.
“Yes! She pissed me off one night and I strangled her.”
“Fuck,” Rowan murmurs, swiping his hand down his face. “You really are a psychopath.”
None of us liked Patience, but we didn’t want her dead. I can’t say that I’m surprised that she helped someone fuck over the club, though.
“Okay,” I murmur. “You get to sleep for the night. We’ll see you in the morning.”
We walk out of the room and turn out the light, leaving him in total darkness.
****
The next morning, we all head downstairs. Every patched member of the Silver Springs charter.
“Good morning, sunshine!” I cheer as I flip on the light switch and walk into the room, followed by my brothers. “It’s time for more fun!”
Zach pulls on the restraints with the last of his strength. “I thought we were square?”
I smile maniacally at him. “Did you actually believe me? Shit, I should be an actor. I fucking lied, Zach. You’re dying today, and it won’t be fast. Let’s work on that other hand, now, shall we?”
He screams as I grab the bloody machete from last night and walk over to the table, bringing it down on his last wrist, this time severing it in one go. Cane grabs the torch and cauterizes it because he knows that it isn’t the last thing I’m cutting off him today.
“Cut his pants off,” Grayson orders.
Atlas grabs a knife and slips it under the fabric, cutting through it like butter. We watch as his tiny penis appears.
“Ahhhh, that’s why we have such anger issues. We’d all be that angry if our cocks were that small,” I chide. “That’s okay, it won’t be there for long. Hand me a glove, would you, Cane?”
Cane smirks and hands me a glove. I put it on and grab the tiny appendage in front of me. I don’t give Zach a chance to beg before I slice through it and toss it on the ground. Zach loses consciousness immediately and I have Cane cauterize it, so he doesn’t die on us.
“Well, that hurt even me,” Cole winces from across the table.
“It hurt us all,” Atlas groans as he looks down at the burned skin where Zach’s penis used to be, his face turning a little green.
“If you puke, do it on him,” I offer with a smile.
Cane snorts and shakes his head in amusement.
Grayson clears his throat. “Okay, children. Does everyone have their knives?”
“Yes, pres,” everyone murmurs.
“Good, when he comes to, you know what to do.”
We wait in silence for Zach to wake up. It takes a while this time, about an hour, but we’re patient. He wakes up wailing in pain and tears streaming down his face.
“Please,” he whimpers.
Grayson nods his head that it’s time and he steps to the front, knife in hand. “For Luke,” he says before he stabs Zach in the stomach.
Rowan is next. “For Luke.” Stab.
Then me. “For Luke.” Stab.
Cane. “For Luke.” Stab.
Atlas. “For Luke.” Stab.
Cole. “For Luke.” Stab.
Nash. “For Luke.” Stab.
Noah. “For Luke.” Stab.
Levi. “For Luke.” Stab.
I step forward one more time. “Now you can never lay your filthy hands on another woman. I hope you rot in hell.” Then I stab him in the heart and watch as the life drains from his eyes.