Chapter 18 #2
“Just that guy over there.” He means Ledger. “And a small group of the Revenants. It was the fucking Revenants who started this, not us. They’re the ones who came to us. You should be punishing them, not us.” His voice is a high-pitched shriek.
“We can’t. They’re dead.” With that, I slice off Duke’s finger and pocket it.
The interior of the refrigerated room is now a fucking madhouse. Eddy knows he’s next, so he’s losing his shit. Jack and Smokie Saul are still blocking the entrance, their weapons trained on our captives.
“Your turn, Eddy, my friend,” I say in a sing-song voice. “I’ll be kind and let you pick which finger you want to lose.”
He’s a gibbering wreck. “No, please, Ace. Don’t do it. I thought we were friends.”
“We were never friends, Eddy. I can’t fucking stand the three of you idiots. Last chance. Which finger is it going to be?”
“No, no!”
I grab his hand, and whip my blade across it, severing his index finger. “Well, look at that. Now I have a full set.”
I add the finger to my collection and release my grip on Eddy’s wrist. He falls back, holding his hand to his chest and howling.
“Fucking pussy. It’ll grow back.” I chuckle at myself and shake my head. “No, wait, that’s lizard tails, right?”
Turning to Ledger, I grin. “Your turn. Except I don’t want your fucking fingers. I want to punish you for what you did to Camile.”
Ledger pushes himself up so he’s sitting, his back propped against the wall. “It shouldn’t be me you’re taking your anger out on,” he spits. “It was your friend who fucked her up the ass in front of everyone.”
I turn to ice and the world falls still and silent around me.
“What?” The word is a cold snap on the air.
I glance at Jack, and his face is pure, fiery rage in contrast to the ice cold I am feeling right now. He looks at Ledger and then back to me and an understanding passes between us. He’s letting me off the leash, and that means very bad things for Ledger.
“You heard me. I wasn’t even involved.” Ledger is speaking fast, almost garbled. “I didn’t want her touched, not like that. It was your friend who told me exactly what he’d done. I wasn’t even there.”
“No.” I shake my head.
My denial is short lived. Obviously, I knew something like that must have happened because of the state we’d found both Camile and Rook in when we rescued them, but I’d assumed Ledger had been the one responsible. He’s making it sound like Rook somehow… helped? No, he wouldn’t. Would he?
“I’d wanted her to be my wife,” Ledger continues.
He clearly thinks he might be able to talk his way out of this, even though he’s fucking wrong.
“I’d planned to take her back to Mexico, to my family, and I would have married her.
You think I would have married her if she’d been used goods? Fuck that shit.”
The possibility of Camile having ended up in Mexico, married to this son of a bitch, is almost as bad as what actually happened. We’d have lost her forever.
I dart forward, draw my hand back, and slap him hard across the face. The strike is hard enough to send pain stinging up through my palm, and his head snaps to one side so fast I think he’s going to do a fucking exorcist impression on us.
How could Rook have done that to her? I know Camile has told me that she’ll never let me touch her again if I hurt him, but I’m going to struggle to keep to that rule.
I don’t want to think differently about my best friend, but how can I not?
I’d have murdered every man in that room before I’d laid a single finger on her.
Rook’s probably torturing himself about what happened. Good. He deserves to. I hope he never gets a single minute of peace.
I stand over Ledger. “It doesn’t even fucking matter if they did it without your permission.
If you hadn’t arranged to have her taken in the first place, she would never have been in that building.
And if you weren’t so fucking weak and pathetic, you’d have had better control of your men.
I’m guessing the fact you had to use idiots like these to help you anyway means you never had the blessing from your family to do what you did. ”
Ledger grinds his teeth and glances away, a confirmation that I’m right and Ledger acted alone.
Fury fills me. “This was still your doing. I think you’re going to regret telling me what happened to her. I think… you should get to know what it feels like.”
His face pales. “What?”
Jack shoots me an uncertain look, but I ignore it.
After all, he’s given me the signal that anything goes.
I storm out of the room, pushing past him and Saul as I do.
The supply closet is next door, so I head to that and look around for what I need.
It’s propped up in the corner. Smirking, I grab it and bring it back to the refrigerator.
Ledger widens his eyes at the broom in my hand. “What the fuck are you planning?”
“Don’t worry,” I assure him. “I won’t need the whole thing.”
Bringing the handle down over my knee, I snap it in two. Well, not quite in two. I’m left with about a foot of wood in my hand. I observe the end.
“Nice and smooth,” I say. Then I turn to the end I’ve just snapped off. It’s splintered and jagged. “Or maybe I should use this end?”
Jack murmurs from over my shoulder, “What the fuck, Ace?”
“We want him to talk, don’t we?” I turn back to Ledger. “So, what’s it going to be? A nice smooth fuck with the rounded end, or a whole heap of splinters shoved up your ass?”
Ledger shakes his head, horrified. “You wouldn’t dare. Do you know who my family are? What they will do to you? Your club? To Camile? If you let me go, I can talk to them and help your cause. You’re not stupid enough to throw that away.”
I chuckle, and even I can detect the maniacal tone. “Want to put a wager on that?”
Ledger shoots the Numbnuts a frantic glare. “Do something!”
I have no idea what he thinks they might be capable of doing. They’re bleeding and crying, and sometime soon, they’ll be dead.
“Pull down his pants and bend him over that box.” I point to one in the corner.
Big Mike arches one eyebrow at me. “You sure about this, Ace?”
“Never been more sure of anything.”
He looks to Jack, who stares at me for a long beat, and then grimly nods.
Bike Mike kicks the box into the center of the room and hauls Ledger up off the floor.
He’s still hogtied, so I release his feet but leave his hands tied behind his back, then undo his jeans and drag them down his thighs.
He’s not wearing any underwear. Between me and Mike, we fold him down over the box, so his ass is sticking into the air.
“Get the fuck off me!” His voice is muffled from his broken nose, and he fights with everything he has left, but the cold barrel of Smokie Saul’s gun pressed to the back of his head makes him fall still.
I tap the broken piece of broom handle satisfyingly against my palm. “What is it they say? The dildo of consequence rarely arrives lubed.” I can’t remember where I saw that. Think it was on a meme, but it sounds about right to me.
“I swear to God, if you do this, you will all pay!” Ledger screams.
“You know, I always heard that spit makes for terrible lube,” I tell him, almost thoughtfully. “Maybe we should put it to practice and see the results?”
“Get off me, you fucking lunatic.”
I roll my tongue around my mouth, then spit onto the tip of the broom handle. I kick his feet apart and place the smooth end to his asshole. “That was a kindness I won’t repeat again. Want to tell us everything? Last chance?”
He struggles. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Wrong answer.” With an unforgivable thrust, I shove several inches of the handle up Ledger’s ass.
His back arches, his chin lifts, and he lets out a bloodcurdling scream.
“Just breathe,” I tell him. “Isn’t that what we tell the girls? Just breathe through it and you’ll be fine.”
He’s panting now, his shoulders shaking. I give the handle a couple more nudges, pulling back and driving it back in. Ledger grunts and moans with every thrust.
“Guy’s getting a hardon,” Mike says in disgust.
Sure enough, he does. His erection hangs in the space between his thighs and the side of the box.
I shake my head. “Is this gonna make you come? You like it, huh? Always dreamed of a whole bunch of big men fucking you in the ass? How do you like it when we watch you?”
Unzipping myself with my free hand, I take out my cock and wrap my hand around it. Yeah, okay, maybe I do have an erection, but it’s from the satisfaction of the retribution more than what I’m doing to Ledger.
Jack rolls his eyes. “Jesus, Ace. I don’t think we need the goddamn porn show.”
“Camile got a face full of cum, so I reckon Ledger needs one, too.”
“Stay the fuck away from me,” Ledger howls.
“Tell us what the plan was, or I’ll switch ends and you can get jagged splinters tearing a hole in your ass.”
I aim the head of my dick directly at the side of his face. All I have to do is think about how this is vengeance for Camile to stay hard and ready to shoot all over his fucking ugly face. My cock is dark red and swollen and already leaking precum.
Ledger stares at it in utter horror. I briefly wonder if I can get Ledger to suck me—it might feel good to have a hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick—but then I remember he has teeth, and that these days I only want Camile, and decide against it.
I pump my cock at the same rate that I’m ramming the end of the handle into his ass.
It’s a weird experience, because it kind of feels like I’m fucking him for real, even though I’m not.
Ledger’s cock hangs heavy and hard from his groin, and I wonder if he’ll come, too, even though he must be in so much pain.
Maybe it’s a trauma response or maybe he’s into pain and kinky shit.
Who the fuck knows. Either way, I want to make him, because then his humiliation will be complete.