I turn to see Alden on the floor, his bruised and bloodied body flopping like a fish out of water. Because Rory has shoved the electric rod right up the bastard’s ass.
79
Rory
“HOW LONG CAN SOMEONE SURVIVE IF YOU CUT THEM OPEN?”
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“Let It Burn”
Ikeep it on the lowest setting.
I want this to last. Vincent already had the pleasure of kicking the bastard’s teeth in. Well, a few of them. I can’t focus on Briella right now. Need to let the Doc work and put all my faith in him to bring her back. Tasing this bitch is a distraction.
Not like Seth.
All he’s doing is standing there. Gaze glued on her. Raphael’s the same, but he’s on his knees like he can command her very soul to return.
Probably can.
If she doesn’t come back…there won’t be a canyon big enough for the corpses I’ll make.
Cowardly weakling wets himself after three shocks. Right to his goddamn arse.
The moans and sobs and whimpers coming from his mouth are music to my ears. Well, ear and a half.
I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing. I’d give Briella the other ear—just as long as she comes back. Fuck, I’d rip out my own rotten heart for her.
Sudden gasps behind me, the feminine cries. Fuck, it feels like my soul is being ripped from my body. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jude holding her. If I look at her too long, if I see all the damage done to her, I’ll lose it. And I can’t lose it. Not when the kill belongs to her.
“Stop,” Raphael commands while Alden’s body is still twitching below me.
With a silent snarl, I rip the stun gun from his asshole, rolling my eyes when he shites himself. He spits more blood from his Vincent-ruined mouth.
Not so wordy now, is he?
Finally, I turn and stare down at my woman. She meets me head-on. Tears on her cheeks, eyes so glassy and warm and pretty. She’s exhausted. But she’s here. And it feels like she’s pumping new life into my veins. Looks mighty cute with just Jude’s coat over her, those sweet legs and ripe thighs on full display. Ack, fuck the bastard in me. Shameless bastard with hunger on his brain. Nah, not brain. All dick.
“Bring her,” Raphael directs Jude, and he picks Briella up and carries her closer to the fucking waste of a soon-to-be rotting corpse.
“How would you like him punished, Briella?”
She’s surprised by Raphael’s question, then turns to Jude. “Do you have a paralytic?”
He gives her a twisted grin before nodding to Raphael, handing her to our alpha. She winces at the transfer. Can’t imagine the level of pain she’s in.
Then again, nothing can compare to the pain Alden’s in.
The bastard opens his mouth just as Jude sticks him with the paralytic.
“How long can someone survive if you cut them open?” she wonders, and I love that deviousness.
Jude inclines his head to me. “If Rory does a surgical cut, the intestines can hang out for up to an hour in pure agony.”
Impure for him.
“We don’t have an hour,” Raphael reminds her.
