Dragon arched both brows, then nodded as he released Officer Lawrence's genitals and handed his man the knife. Richie took it and looked at the blood-stained blade; then his eyes targeted Officer Lawrence.
"You really made him suffer," Richie said as he got a closer look at the gruesome wounds.
"He deserved it and more," Dragon said.
"Can you grab it? I never want to touch his cock again," Richie said.
"Sure, babe." Dragon took hold of Officer Lawrence's flaccid cock, holding it out for Richie to do whatever he wanted to do.
Richie stared at the flesh that had been used to torment him for weeks, and he felt his rage rise to a boiling point. He wanted to see it ripped from the man. In an act of animalistic violence, Richie began slicing the skin as tears flowed from hiseyes. He screamed as he cut through all of the tissue, veins, and everything he could until the man's penis was severed. Officer Lawrence screamed, his body shaking erratically as agony coursed through him. While still in his blood-lust rage, Richie began to stab Officer Lawrence's torso over and over as he screamed obscenities. The pain of everything that man did to him seemed to turn to ash and blow away with every stab until he felt the rage and humiliation die down.
Dragon stood back after he tossed the man's severed cock on the plastic. He watched as Richie vented all of his anger, pain, shame, and sorrow. He wanted all of that nastiness out of Richie's system, and he made sure Richie did what he needed to do to cleanse himself.
Officer Lawrence's body was butchered so badly that he resembled a slab of bloody beef. Richie's last stab left him exhausted, and he staggered back, his clothes and face mask covered in blood. Dragon caught him before he lost his footing and lifted him into his arms. Richie wrapped his arms around Dragon's neck, and Dragon walked over to the door, kicking it.
"Hey, open up," Dragon called out to his brothers on the other side.
Big Dick opened the door, and Dragon carried Richie into the bathroom they used to clean up afterward. Dragon placed him on the toilet, then knelt in front of him.
"Hey, baby, are you okay?" he asked Richie.
Richie nodded. "I... I didn't know that I had that in me."
"Everyone has it in them, and you unleashed yours on the right person," Dragon said.
"I'm sorry about the mess," Richie said as he looked down at all of the blood.
Dragon chuckled. "Don't worry about it. That's what this place is for."
Richie nodded, then leaned over, hugging Dragon. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Dragon held Richie closer. "It's all over, baby." He knew it was over, as it was almost as if he could feel all of that trauma leave Richie in their embrace.
They shared their moment, and once Dragon knew Richie was going to be okay, he told him to get clean and left to return to the kill room.
"You two did a real number on this motherfucker," Bear said as he began wrapping Officer Lawrence's corpse in plastic. Both Big Dick and he were dressed in protective clothing.
"I wish I could resurrect that fucker and start all over," Dragon said. "Need a hand?"
"We won't turn any help down," Big Dick said.
The cleanup was quick and efficient, and Dragon watched as Big Dick and Bear drove off to deal with the corpse. Dragon had already cleaned up and was back in his cut.
Richie came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Dragon's waist, then laid his head on Dragon's back. "I love you so much, baby."
Dragon smiled, then turned around, still in Richie's embrace. He lifted Richie's face to his and kissed his man. "You're the other half of me, baby. The best half. You're my world."
Richie grinned up at Dragon. "Who knew that the day we ended up sharing a prison cell, we'd find the love that was destined for us?"
"Damn, that was poetic," Dragon said, then kissed Richie again.
Finally, they'd closed the book on that chapter of their lives, and it was time to turn the next page. Dragon wanted to take that next step with Richie. But first, he had to deal with the fucking triad.
"Let's go," Dragon said.
Richie nodded and followed Dragon out. Dragon locked the door, then climbed on his bike, holding it steady as Richie climbed on behind him. He kicked the bike to life, then rode off.
Chapter seven
