Putting the pruning shears around his little pinky, I mumble, “So much more,” before I cut off the little digit.
Turning to grab the antique iron from the stove, I notice Sevrin who has the wooden handle in hand is stalking around me to cauterize the wound shut.
“Wouldn’t want you to slip out of the land of the living without our consent.”Sevrin grins as the stench of burned flesh fills the air, along with Gilpin’s screams.
I grab the roll of duct tape and shut the idiot’s mouth; we don’t need the added noise.His muted sounds of distress do nothing to me.All I can think about is what went through my mind when I knew he had Norie.He took her, knowing beforehand how he was going to end her.
My hands are not clean.Hell, I’ve washed them in blood but not a single drop held the innocence of the murder he had planned today.My anger is shattered into annoyance by the time he doesn’t have a single finger or toe left on his body.
Annoyance because I’m here and not staring at my woman.My cock is slack behind the zipper of my jeans while I could be balls deep inside my willing woman who gives me a slice of bliss I’ve never experienced with another pussy.I barely restrain myself not to spit on the fucker who is eating my time away.
“May I?”Sevrin asks.“I assume you’re thinking about the next step in torture, but I can assure you I have my own brand of specialty.”
Taking a step back, I wave in Gilpin’s direction.“Have at it.”
Sevrin moves to stand behind Gilpin and removes the duct tape.
He keeps his gaze on mine when he covers Gilpin’s mouth with his hand and says, “Some things need to remain unexplained.Especially since you claimed my niece.She’s under your protection now.”
“Agreed,” I loudly state.
Sevrin smiles and the man’s silver eyes flash with a gleam that might compare to a flashlight hitting your face.Next thing I know, Gilpin is drowning in his chair.And I mean water is coming out of his nose while he’s fighting the grip Sevrin has on his mouth.
There is no fucking way I can ever explain any of this.It’s intriguing to watch how Sevrin tortures Gilpin, takes him to the brink of drowning and then stops just to do it all over again.By the time the fucker has spilled information I didn’t know I wanted to hear, we decide it’s time to end it.
Safest way I can think of to make sure this whole thing doesn’t blow back on us is to set fire to the mini cabin.Sevrin tells me he has another plan which doesn’t involve me.He wants me to leave...maybe he’ll make sure the fire is contained to the inside so nature won’t be disturbed.
I don’t care how he does any of it, all I care about is the fact that my ass is on my bike, heading to the clubhouse where my old lady is waiting for me in my bed.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
–NORIE –
Toasty, cozy, completely relaxed.Such a contradiction to how I felt when I fell asleep.It’s also why I don’t want to open my eyes because then reality will sink in.Hell, I’ll never want a repeat of sinking, in any shape or form ever again.
I might not remember the final moment when I ran out of air while the crate was filled with water, and I certainly don’t want to relive it.It’s why I want to forget and stick with what I felt when I thought my time was up...the whole experience was more like feeling comfortable enough to drift off...like taking a quick nap.
