Chapter 33
SAXON
“Right, can we start now? I’ve been waiting all night for this!
” Finn bellows from where he stands against the back wall.
The steel table is set up with an array of weapons, lined up for the choosing.
Sky laughs at his outburst, her footsteps echoing off the concrete as she goes over to the table to take a look.
“Wow, you really went all out for this, huh, Finn?”
“Well, duh. The more the merrier. Plus, experimentation is fun when it comes to finding new ways to torture people.” I watch as she slowly brushes her fingers across every weapon as she walks down the line.
Brooks, Owen, and Saint are upstairs in the office, so I shoot them a quick text, letting them know they can head on home.
Finn and I can handle this disposal. I get no arguments from the guys, as they’re all exhausted as well and happily take the offer to go home.
Plus, I want Saint at the house watching Sage.
With my father’s murderer still out there, I’m not comfortable with her being alone.
“Alright, let’s get this party started, shall we?” Finn claps his hands so loud in his excitement, the noise echoes off the walls. Both men’s mouths are duct taped, but they haven’t made any attempt at trying to communicate with us, so I assume they’ve accepted their fates.
Walking over to Diego first, I rip his tape off with one pull. He lets out a groan but doesn’t say anything. I then do the same to Leonard, who does give me a nice “Fuck you” in response. Just because I want to, I punch him in the jaw, making his head snap to the side.
Sky makes her way over to my side, standing in front of the men while holding a pair of pliers.
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the biggest pain in my ass.
How’ve you been, you little bitch?” I can’t stop myself.
I throw my fist into the side of Diego’s face.
Blood shoots out of his mouth as his head jerks to the side.
Sky grabs me by the bicep and pulls me to her, saying something I can’t hear at the moment.
I’m too focused on this piece of shit and how he just called my girl a bitch.
After one more solid punch to the eye, Sky pulls me to her. Cupping my face in her hands.
“Look at me, Saxon. Look at me.” Peeling my dark gaze from the now bloodied man, I look into her eyes, and my world instantly calms.
“Listen, he can call me whatever he wants. Remember where he sits and that he’s minutes away from his own death.” Diego chuckles at that statement, but then his laughs morph into a bloodcurdling scream. Sky and I turn to see Finn slicing Diego’s ear completely off his head.
“You’re pretty bold to be laughing. Even when you’re tied to a fucking chair,” Finn says to the now gaping hole in the man’s ear. “Oh, shit. My bad, let me say it again in your good ear.”
“Finn,” I say to my deranged friend, giving him the look a father would give a child to tell them to knock it off. With both hands in the air, he backs away from the now crying Diego.
“Sky, listen. Your father—” Leonard is cut off by a now enraged Sky just from the mere mention of her father.
“My father is next on my list, so I suggest never speaking of that piece of shit in my presence again!” Leonard instantly shuts his mouth.
His eyebrows pinch together as he gives her a deep scowl that I want to punch off his face.
Picking up the pliers she discarded on the ground when she was pulling me off Diego, she steps up to the bloody man and kneels in front of him.
“This is how it’s going to go. I’m going to remove every tooth in your mouth, and I want you to swallow each one of them.
Maybe if you successfully do this, I’ll give you misery.
” Finn scoffs from the back of the room, but she only gives him a quick wink, letting him know there will be no mercy for these men tonight.
This satisfies him, and he grins that evil grin he makes when he’s about to get blood on his hands.
Diego spits out a glob of blood and shows his red-stained teeth before saying something that makes my stomach twist.
“Your father wanted me to tell you thank you. Thank you for all the information you’ve given him on the Kings these past couple of years.”
“Yeah, your loyalty to Sergio is unmatched. He’s very proud of you and pleased with how easy it’s been for you to weasel your way into enemy territory,” Leonard chimes in.
What the fuck did he just say?
My blood rushes beneath my skin. Clearly, this is all a lie. Right? Sky hates her father, and mother, for that matter. She’s been killing members since she got here. She said it herself—she wants to murder her parents with her own hands.
Two years. Two long years. Surely, she wouldn’t be playing the game for this long, right?
I’m panicking, my chest caving in on itself as Sky starts talking to both men, but I can’t hear anything other than the blood rushing to my ears.
My heart believes this is all a lie. It has to be. But my head is screaming at me.
I told you so!
No, they are fucking with us. They have to be. Sky wouldn’t do this to me. Not after everything we’ve done and said to one another. I’m her treasure. She just said this earlier today. No. No, no, no. This is not true. I refuse to believe it. Not my girl.
Not my tesoro.
“Do you believe them?” Finn whispers in my ear, as the pair of us stare at Sky’s back as she continues standing in front of the men in a rage. Every ounce of my being wants to believe this is all a lie. She wouldn’t hurt me like this. She promised.
My mind races through every encounter we’ve ever had since she arrived here.
From the moment we first spoke in the club, to the constant teasing back and forth, to the most recent memories of being deep inside her.
I’ve been watching her this whole time. Not one phone call or shred of evidence can back up these claims. She’s been clean thus far.
I have nothing in my arsenal of videos that could even remotely point to her being a snitch.
With all this, why do I feel this pit growing heavier and heavier inside my gut? I need someone to tell me what to do. I need my father and his advice. I need someone else to be the leader right now because my fucking heart is being suffocated by the weight I’m carrying.
Most men don’t ever admit when they want to cry.
However, at this moment, I feel I could do just that.
The mountain of responsibility that’s plagued me since my father’s passing is finally reached its peak.
I can no longer bear it. I need to shut this down.
I need to shut all of this down. My head can no longer decipher these overwhelming feelings.
I’m spiraling, and the only way I know how to make this all stop is to turn it all off.
Flip the switch and slam the door on my heart.
No longer allow emotions to run my actions.
I reach for the switch, the end all for my newly found heart.
The moment I touch it, I hear a voice in the depth of my psyche, a woman’s.
The faintest sounds of my mother telling me to stop.
But I don’t. I flip the switch and everything inside me goes black.
Suddenly, it’s cold, my insides dipping beneath the icy confines of my shell.
This is the only way I know how to handle this. Consequences be damned.