Yeah, I’m very much done with his breathing, not just the same air as me, butanyair.
I don’t bother to argue with him about his fucked-up view of events, or that he has no remorse for cheating on Leeva, or that she lost her child right after.
There’s no point.
“Tats,” I call out to where he’s working in his back room, or the lab, as he affectionately calls it.
“Wait,” Harrison sputters, knowing that things are about to take a turn for the much worse for him.
Tats pokes his head out. “I’m ready when you are, Army.”
I stand from the chair, looking down at my piece of shit brother.
“Wait!” He struggles against his restraints, trying to buck off the chair. The chair doesn’t move, though, because we bolted it to the floor. “Wait, Hayes! Army! Wait!” he screams.
Tats walks over, and together, we undo Harrison’s restraints. He’s smaller than both of us and has been tortured for twelve hours, but he still fights, knowing that he’s fighting for his life. But with his wound from where Leeva shot him and the torture he’s endured, he’s weak, and we easily get him into the lab.
We toss him into a tall tub-like structure. He lands on his ass inside but pops to his feet, the ledge of the tub coming mid-torso.
I punch him in the face, relishing the feel of his crunching and breaking bones, and do it again.
I’d love to beat him into pulp, but what’s coming for him is a fitting, agonizing death for his sins. For what he did to Leeva and the anguish she’s lived through for years as a result.
“Ready?” Tats asks me.
I nod, and he kicks the door closed, then hands me a face mask, similar to what a soldier would wear to ward off chemical warfare.
He and I slip them over our heads, and Harrison’s eyes are wild as he realizes what’s happening.
“No!” he screams, trying to crawl out of the tub, so I punch him one last time.
“Stand back, Army,” Tats warns, holding a lever on the wall.
Once I do, he pulls the lever, and a huge bucket above the tub tilts over, spilling its contents all over Harrison.
His screams fill the room, only heard by us in this soundproof facility. Tats pulls the levers for two more buckets to dump their contents over Harrison as his legs give out and he disappears from view.
I step closer to peer into the tub, seeing him writhing and screaming in agony as Tat’s magic solution for getting rid of bodies works to eat away and dissolve his flesh.
Tats joins my side, admiring his handiwork.
“Ever done this to a live body?” I ask, my voice muffled through the mask.
“Nope. It’s a fucking gnarly concept, though,” he says without taking his eyes off my brother. “You going to put him out of his misery with a bullet to his head?”
Memories of holding Leeva in the hospital as she shattered after losing her baby ravage me, followed by the hellish years—more than a decade—wasted and when she was taken from me, and how I damn near lost her after he stabbed her in the chest. Her fear that I’d be killed by my MC family for touching forbidden fruit when it never should’ve been forbidden in the first place.
I’ve made mistakes, as had Leeva, but my bastard brother played the worst role in preventing our happily ever after because he targeted her, he hurt her, all just to strike at me like the fucking coward he is.
And there’s no mercy for that.
“No bullet. No mercy. I’ll watch the life fade from his eyes, and he’ll dissolve into the nothing piece of shit he is.” My voice is calm and holds no regret. “Then I’m going home to my woman to get my happily ever after.”
Tats grips my shoulder, smiling through his mask. “Well-deserved and well-earned, brother.”
Epilogue 2
Leeva
