Dragon chuckled as his man took the VIP seat, then pulled a pair of black leather gloves out of his back pocket, slipping them on. "What do you want to do to him first, baby?" Dragon asked, as if he already knew what Richie needed.
"Take the tape off his mouth. I want to hear him scream loud and clear," Richie said.
Dragon reached over and snatched the tape off Officer Lawrence's mouth, and the man grunted from the sting of the glue ripping a few hairs from his beard. Richie smiled because that was also a form of torture. More to come.
Officer Lawrence panted heavily before licking his lips. "Listen... look... I... I didn't mean—"
"Save it. That lie isn't going to work, whatever it is you're trying to say. Because you did mean it. You meant it every time you shoved your tiny, disgusting cock in my mouth or in my ass," Richie said.
Hearing Richie describe what happened to him for the first time in such detail had Dragon's blood boiling. He reared back and punched Officer Lawrence as hard as he could in the dick, making the man puke first, then gasp before groaning in excruciating pain.
"That's not the only thing I'm going to do to your dick, either, bitch," Dragon said.
"Please... Pl... please," Officer Lawrence begged as drool dribbled from his lips.
"I remember begging you the first time to not rape me," Richie said. "But did you listen? Did you give a fuck? Did you show mercy? But now that the shoe is on the other foot, you want me to be nice. 'It ain't fun when the rabbit's got the gun,' is it?"
"What do you want me to do to him?" Dragon asked his man.
"Do whatever you want to do to him. I just want to watch, but don't kill him," Richie said.
"I'd never kill him... that is your honor," Dragon said as he walked over to the weapons cabinet and pulled out several devices he was going to enjoy playing with. He put them on the stainless steel table and wheeled it closer to his victim. He looked at Richie. "Are you sure you don't want to get in any torture?"
Richie shook his head. "I'm not nearly as creative as you. I'd probably just cut or jab him, which will hurt, but I know you can make him suffer. That's what I want, to watch him suffer."
Dragon smiled, then leaned down and kissed Richie. "Your wish is my command, baby."
Richie smiled back at him before focusing his deadly gaze on Officer Lawrence. Dragon walked over to the man and picked up the scalpel from the table.
"Please, I'm begging you. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, please forgive me," Officer Lawrence pleaded.
Dragon laughed. "Just stop. You're not forgiven. I will not show you any mercy, and this is the day you will die. Try to do it like a man."
Officer Lawrence's bottom lip trembled before he twisted his mouth into a sneer. "Fuck you!" Spittle flew from his mouth, landing on Dragon's vest.
"That's more like it," Dragon taunted. "And that reminds me," he said as he gazed at the spit defiling his precious cut. He put the scalpel down and removed his vest because he didn't want any more bodily fluids on it. He knew he was about to get messy.
"Do you have something to protect your clothes?" Richie asked.
Dragon nodded as he walked over to the cabinet and removed a protective suit. "You may want to put one on too." He tossed one to Richie, who put it on. All the while, Officer Lawrence was cursing at them, calling them every insult he could think of, but they ignored him. For Dragon, he enticed him. For months, he'd been fantasizing about this moment. He was going to make it last as long as he could. Once his feet and clothes were protected, he walked back over to Officer Lawrence and grabbed his scalpel again.
His lethal gaze zeroed in on the man snarling at him. He saw the rage, but more glaring was the fear. Officer Lawrence was terrified, and he should be. Dragon's cock wasn't hard; killing didn't arouse him the way it did his youngest brother, Maverick. For him, when he got in that mode, it was all about completing the mission. His emotions cut off, and all that was left was the monster that lay dormant in his soul. This was the first time Richie was going to see this side of him, and at first, he was nervous. Richie had seen him once when he'd lost all sense of control—the day he'd caught this son of a bitch, Officer Lawrence, raping him.
He knew he'd worried Richie then, seeing him in that state of berserk. The days he'd spent in the SHU left him wondering if he'd lost Richie forever. If the gentle nerd had seen the murderous side of him and wanted to flee. All of his fears vanished once they were reunited, and he was inside of his man, bringing them both to pleasure. He knew then that he'd truly found his soulmate—the man who accepted him for everything that he was. The good, the bad, the ugly, and the sexy. Not only did Richie want him to unleash his monster on Officer Lawrence, but he wanted to watch.
Still, Dragon wondered if Richie could handle it. What had Richie experienced in the time he'd lived in the clubhouse? Was this going to be his first torture event? He held his scalpel in his hand as he looked at Officer Lawrence's naked flesh.
"What's wrong?" Richie asked.
Dragon turned to him and swallowed. "Maybe you should wait outside."
Richie shook his head and rose, making his way to Dragon. He took Dragon's face into his hands. "Are you scared that I won't be able to handle it?"
Dragon nodded. Honesty was always their golden rule. Lies and lack of communication ruined relationships. "It's a side of me that you haven't seen before."
Richie kissed him. "There's no side of you that could ever make me not love you. Or leave you. I know you're a killer, Dragon. You're the fucking Lord of Chaos' head enforcer. I'm no delicate flower that needs to be protected." He released Dragon's handsome face and then returned to his chair. "Do what you do best."
Dragon smiled then; Richie's support meant the world to him. "Fucking you is what I do best. Making you scream my name when I'm deep inside of you is what I do best." He paused just to take in the beauty of his man. "Loving you is what I do best."
