“What are you doing here?” Ryat asks with a smirk on his face.
“I had to meet Gavin,” he answers vaguely, and only I know what he’s referring to. As far as I know, he and Elli meet him here several times a week for updates.
“Well, you’re just in time for the show.” Ryat chuckles.
Sin walks over and looks down at a naked Luke. I wanted him as humiliated as possible. “Branding?” he wonders.
I didn’t plan on stripping him of his Lords brand, but I guess that’s always an option. “Not right now.” I shake my head and begin to release the restraints. “Grab an arm and help me get him up.”
Ryat frees his legs while Sin and I each grab an arm. We drag him off the table to the center of the room. “Hold him up,” I say, and Ryat takes my place to help Sin out. I remove the handcuffs from my back pocket and cuff his wrists out in front of them. Then I reach up to grab the chain on a spool, hanging from the ceiling and yank it down. I attach the link on the end around the center of the chain and yank. The process releases the chain, pulling his arms up above his head, holding him up by his cuffed wrists.
Stepping back to get a better look, Sin crosses his arms over his chest and smirks over at me. “This looks somewhat familiar,” he jokes.
I snort, fucking bastard. He’s lucky he’s alive.
“I don’t even want to know.” Ryat shakes his head.
Luke groans, his head bobbing a little and I walk over to the counter and pick up the next thing I want. I grab the end and let the rest unravel to the concrete floor. Walking over to him, I reach up from behind him, and I place it between his lips and wrap it around his face and arms that are up by his face multiple times.
His body jerks, mumbled words filling the room. Once I’ve decided there’s enough, I reach out, and Ryat hands me the pliers, and I cut it off where I want it.
Walking in front of him, I look into his wide eyes. “Good morning, Luke. Glad you could join us.”
He looks around the best he can, body fighting the cuffs but there’s nowhere for him to go. He’s here because this is where I want him. Otherwise, he’d be dead and buried in the cemetery behind the Cathedral. I reach out and tug on the barbed wire that I wrapped around him, making sure it went between his busted lips.
Sin gets closer to Luke’s face and frowns. “What happened to his mouth?”
“Tyson yanked his teeth out,” Ryat answers.
“Oh, man.” Sin laughs darkly. “You must have really fucked up.”
I step into Luke, gripping his chin, not caring if I cut myself on the barbed wire, and say, “I’m going to wrap your entire body in this shit, and then we’re going to watch you squirm and fight while you cut yourself open. Just like you did to all those women.”
Who knows how many will never be found. Or how many he sold that wish death would come. It makes me physically sick to think of where my wife would be right now if she wasn’t upstairs, naked in a bed, waiting on me. What he would have done to her. Or allowed to be done to her by others. And the fact that she’s carrying my children, I want to shoot this fucking bastard between the eyes, but that would be too quick of a death. Not enough pain. I want to see him bleeding, sobbing like the bitch he is, begging for his death. I’ve prided myself on being a patient man, now is the time to be one.
I swing, my fisted hand hitting his face, making his body sway in the chains. My hand instantly stings but it feels good. I do it again. His body jerks while it hangs from the ceiling. Spit and blood fly from his mouth, and he makes gurgling noises, unable to speak. The barbed wire not only splits my hand but his face as well.
“Ty—”
I hit Luke in the ribs this time, cutting off Ryat. I don’t want a voice of reason right now; I want to fucking kill him. I hit him again in the stomach and he doubles over the best he can. Blood is flying, my hands slippery and burning. The skin splits more and more every time I make contact, but that’s not going to stop me.
I hit him again, and again. I’m panting, body vibrating with fucking adrenaline. He touched her, hurt her, planned on selling her. That deserves fucking violence.
Heart pounding and gasping for breath, I step back, and my bloody hands drop to my sides as I watch his body convulse, his chest heaving and openly sobbing. Walking over to the counter, I ignore the look that Ryat and Sin give one another, wondering if I’ve lost my mind.
I haven’t. My head is clear. I know what I have to do. And when I’m done, I’m going to go crawl in bed with my wife and remind her that I will do whatever needs to be done in order to protect her.
Grabbing the roll of barbed wire, I grab the end and let it unravel as I walk back over to him. He shakes his head the best he can, and I smile. I’m going to decorate him like a Christmas tree and then watch him squirm, cutting himself open. It won’t kill him. It’s not razor wire. It’s going to dig into his skin, but not cut him open. It’s going to hurt like a bitch and make him wish he was dead.
LAIKYN
I’m walkingthe halls looking for a fucking place to eat. I know there’s a kitchen around here somewhere because Tyson brought me food when I was in the hospital room. It was good, too. But we’re in a different building now. Carnage is a fucking city all on its own.
Turning a corner, I jump and let out a scream when I run into someone. “I’m so sorry,” I rush out when I see its Saint. My eyes drop to the snake tattoos that wrap around his neck, and I rub mine. Just the thought of them makes it hard to breathe as if they’re tightening, cutting off his air.
“Lost?” he questions.
“I’m, uh … hungry.” I stumble over my words. There were stories that I heard about the Spade brothers over the years. They are what nightmares are made of.
