Wrath Chapter 2 #3
I didn’t answer. Instead, I started my bike along with the rest of the club. The roar was deafening, and I loved it. As we took off on the road that wound through the compound, I heard Jalisa laughing for joy, which made me smile.
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All of us were in the Thieves’ Hole. Jalisa had remarked when we were topside how clever it was to hide it in a building. I heard someone mutter that the enemy now knew its location. I chose to ignore it. If we weren’t warring with the Fiends, then it didn’t matter.
Keno and Dylan were standing by. The remaining man was tied to a chair just the way he had been at Dylan’s apartment.
He was still trying to project a badass attitude by glaring at us.
When he saw Jalisa, he narrowed his eyes and jerked on his restraints like he was trying to get loose and to her. I had news, it wasn’t happening.
I walked over to him, jerked the gag out of his mouth, and left it hanging around his neck. Immediately, he started making verbal threats.
“You don’t know who you’re fucking with. Every single one of you is dead. If you kill me, it’ll be even worse for you and for that bitch. The things my people will do to her will be indescribable. And they’ll make sure that you watch before they kill you,” he sneered.
We knew what he was doing. He hoped one of two things would happen.
First, the one he most wanted was that we’d be scared enough to let him go.
That wasn’t a possibility. If that was the case, then the second option he wanted was to piss us off so much that we’d react and kill him without torturing him.
He didn’t want to reveal anything about who he was, where he came from, or who his people were.
“You can spout all the bullshit you want. We’re not letting you leave, and we won’t kill you until we have what we need.
You seem to be someone who knows the game.
And as such, you know this can go one of two ways.
The easy way, where we allow you to suffer for a short period or possibly not at all.
Or the hard way, where we’ll make you beg for death and not give it to you until we’re ready. What’s it going to be?” I asked.
“Fuck you,” he answered. He spat at me. I was expecting it, so he didn’t come close.
I calmly came closer and backhanded him. His head jerked fully to the side. A red mark appeared on his cheek. I’d put power behind it, but not all of it.
“Spitting is nasty. I’ll ask again. Which way do you want to go?” I asked him.
He stared at me hatefully for several beats before he answered. “Hard. You won’t make me talk.”
We all laughed. “We’ve heard that before, and they always break,” Ryder informed him.
“In case your eyes aren’t working and you can’t see well, this is our enforcer, Ryder. He’s great at what he does. While much of your time will be spent with me, he’ll be in and out, and so will others. I’m Wrath, the club’s president. What’s your name?”
There was a technique and psychology behind how you did this. Asking a mundane question, such as his name, when it wasn’t important, might help crack him later to answer the questions we wanted answered.
“Go to hell,” he said.
It was a good twenty minutes of back-and-forth, peppered with more backhands to the face before he answered me.
“Fine, not that it’ll do you any good. My name is Dutton. The one she stabbed was Robin, and the other was Rob. They were brothers. You’d be better off preparing yourselves rather than wasting time on me.”
“Preparing for what?” Ryder asked.
“War. You’ll be wiped out by this time next month. No one will remember your names.” He smirked.
“Who would do that?” I asked.
He refused to answer. I was tired of playing this game, and slapping him around wasn’t fun for me.
“Untie his hands. He should be allowed to defend himself if he can.”
My guys chuckled. They knew what I was up to. Jalisa gave me a puzzled glance. Ryder undid his arms. Dutton brought them forward, grimacing, and rubbed at where the ties had cut into him. He studied us. He hadn’t expected that move.
“Don’t think by being a little nice, I’ll be stupid enough to tell you anything,” Dutton said.
“I didn’t do it for that reason. It was to allow you to attempt to stop my punches,” I said, simultaneously snapping out my fist. He had no time to react. My fist caught him in the nose. The crunch as his nose broke was audible. Blood ran down over his top lip seconds later. He swore.
“Bastard. I wasn’t ready,” he muttered.
“Not my problem. Tell us who sent you and why.”
“Go fuck yourself,” he said.
He was steeled for me to hit him, so I didn’t.
I kept asking. This interrogation, if you wanted to call it that, was slow and tedious.
I was tired, and unlike usual, I didn’t relish it.
Breaking him slowly and taking him apart mentally as well as physically was something I enjoyed.
However, tonight, I just needed answers.
I had to prepare for whatever might come at us because I took Dylan into my club.
Glancing over at him, I saw he was miserable.
Guilt was written all over him. I’d have to talk with him later.
I highly doubt he did anything to cause this.
It was another fifteen or so minutes of back-and-forth.
More blows were given, but he wasn’t able to avoid them.
Ryder and I took turns. I knew the club would love to do it, but not tonight.
Dutton continued to refuse to tell me more and cursed at us, making his threats.
He was like a broken record, and I told him so.
Suddenly, Jalisa stepped up next to me. She looked up at me with a serious expression. “Are you ready for him to tell you what you want to know, or do you want to play with your food longer?”
I heard one of the guys chuckle. I smirked. “That’s what I’ve been hoping he’d do. I guess it’s time to turn up the heat. I’m over playing with my food, as you called it.”
She nodded and then asked me another question. “Are you attached to the chair he’s sitting on?”
I looked over. It was nothing special. I wondered why she asked. If she was worried about him pissing or shitting on it, that had happened in the past more than once. “It’s just a chair, honey. I can always find another one,” I told her.
“Good,” she said, and then, like lightning, she swung toward him and leaped in his direction. Her arm went up, a flash of light, and then her arm came down, and he let out an ungodly scream of pain.
I didn’t know what happened until I got closer and glanced down at the seat.
He’d been tied with his legs spread and secured to the chair legs.
The way he was screaming and the location of the knife told me she didn’t just get his pants.
Some part of his cock or balls was now pinned to the chair. Blood stained his crotch area.
The guys and I all flinched and made sympathetic noises.
Those turned to gasps and sounds of denial when she put her hand on the knife hilt, leaned her weight on it, and hissed, “Are you gonna tell them what they want to know, or do I have to cut your cock and balls off an inch at a time. If you don’t believe I’ll do it, watch me.
” She finished her threat by twisting the knife, which made him howl in pain.
I latched onto her upper arms and yanked her back to rest against my front. She was trying to get away from me and get back to him. I bent and placed my mouth next to her ear.
“Calm down, Little Lunatic. I think you made your point. Give the man a chance to regain his breath and brains, and then we’ll see what he has to say. Fuck, you’re nuts.”
It was said as a mixture of awe and respect. Sure, I’d had to do things to other men’s cocks, but it was usually something done much later in the process and as a last resort most of the time.
We waited for a good five minutes. While we did, she remained pressed against me. I had to fight not to let my cock get too hard at the feel of her. The smell of her perfume kept wafting up. It reminded me of fresh berries and sunshine. Once Dutton was no longer yelling, I spoke again.
“Do you want me to let her loose, or are you willing to tell us what you know? It’s up to you. For all I care, she can cut off anything she wants,” I threatened.
“I can take his balls and make them into tiny earrings. His tiny cock I can nail to the door like you do squirrel tails,” she said with a laugh.
He took her words to heart because he changed his tune a moment later. “What was it you wanted to know?” he asked hoarsely. The pain was evident on his face.
“You said we’re dead. Who’s going to kill us and why?” I asked.
“My people. You’ve fucked with the wrong bunch. They’ll slaughter you, although you might be able to save a few of you if you do one thing,” he gritted out between clenched teeth.
“And what would that be?” Storm asked.
“Give up the bitch. She’s who they want.” He snarled at Jalisa.
She stepped closer. “And exactly why would anyone want me? I’m nobody.”
He snorted. “I know who you are. You’re Psycho’s daughter. He thinks his club can protect you, but he’s wrong. This club thinks they can, too, and they’re wrong. You can’t run and hide from us. We found you this time, and they’ll find you again.”
Jalisa stiffened. All of us perked up. Did this have something to do with why she was staying with her cousin and not her dad?
“How did you find her? What were you supposed to do tonight after you broke in?” Ryder asked.
“People owe us favors, and we called some in. She was spotted here. We were to break in, make it look like a robbery, and take her.”
“Take her where?” I demanded.
“Away from here to a house in the country.”
“And you were to do what with her there? Rape her?” Ryder asked. The thought of it pushed my rage higher.
“No, our orders were not to rape her. We could beat her if we had to, but not that. We were to hold her there until she was picked up,” he panted. Blood was dripping on the floor. He was sweaty and pale. I wondered how much longer he had.
“Who was to pick her up? Who sent you?” I yelled.
“She knows,” he said as he stared hard at her.
I looked back at her. She had a panicked look for a second, and then it was gone.
“Jalisa. Do you know who he’s talking about?” I asked.
“I do,” she said softly.
“And does it have anything to do with why you’re here with Dylan?” I asked. My gut churned.
She met my gaze. “It does, but we didn’t think anyone would know where I went.
We never talk about Dylan or where he is.
It’s been left as a mystery. The general population thinks that he just up and disappeared one day.
Only the inner club members know the truth.
I swear, Wrath, I would’ve never come here if I thought I was bringing trouble or danger to you or my cousin. ”
“What is the name?” I demanded.
Inside of me, the rage that could sometimes overcome me and resulted in my road name, the one I inherited from my dad, was roiling. It wanted to rise and go wild. I had to determine why. Danger to my club was enough, but I believed it was more than that, even if I wanted to deny it.
“His real name is Morgan Carter. His road name is Killer.” She paused.
“Which club? Why is he after you?”
“Can we talk about this somewhere private?” she asked.
It was the first time since meeting her that her confidence and bravado were subdued. However, I owed it to my club to let them hear it along with me. There would be no more secrets. Then, we’d be able to plan how to address it. But first, we had to know how badly we would be hit.
“No, right here, right now,” I demanded. Dylan had moved closer.
“Tell him, or I will, Jae,” he said.
Damn, what was she so reluctant to say? Was it that bad?