Seeing his face a swollen mess from the beating I gave him earlier made me feel marginally better.
“You son of a bitch,” he screamed, thrashing against the ropes.
“Shut the fuck up!” I barked.
“He’s been doing that shit since he came to,” Danger said from where he was leaning against the wall beside Jekyll, both of them with their arms crossed, looking bored.
I walked past Reggie without giving him a second glance, heading toward the back of the barn where we’d set up the new pig pen.
A dozen massive hogs were rooting around in the mud, snorting and grunting. They werebigmotherfuckers. Some of them weighing in at least five hundred pounds.
Leaning against the railing with my arms crossed, I watched them for a long minute.
“You see the newest addition to the farm, Reggie?” I called out conversationally.
“Who gives a fuck?” he snarled back from behind me.
Oh, he was definitely going to give a fuck real damn soon.
I turned around and met his eyes. “You should. See, it’s the strangest thing about pigs.” I pushed off the railing and walked slowly toward him. “They’re attracted to the sight of blood, and once they get a taste...” I shrugged. “They just can’t stop. And those big boys,” I thumbed over my shoulder, “they haven’t been fed in a couple of days.”
Satisfaction swam through me as all the color drained from Reggie’s face.
“I think he’s starting to get the idea, P,” Danger chuckled darkly.
I stopped a few feet away from Reggie, pulled my piece from my waistband, and aimed it at his right knee.
His eyes, glued to my piece, went wide. “Wait?—”
I squeezed the trigger without an ounce of hesitation.
The shot echoed off the barn walls, and Reggie’s scream followed a second later.
“That’s for putting your hands on my woman,” I said, surprised by how calm I felt.
Reggie was sobbing now, his head hanging forward, spit and blood dripping from his mouth.
“Please! You can’t do this!”
I sure as fuck could. Shifting my aim to his left knee, I pulled the trigger again.
“And that’s for pointing a gun at my son.”
Blood poured from Reggie’s legs as he sobbed. All of the bravado he’d had was gone.
Holstering my gun, I turned to Jekyll and Danger. “Let me know when it’s done.”
“You got it, P,” Jekyll said.
I pushed open the barn door and stepped out into the California sun, the sounds of Reggie’s plea for mercy following behind me. “Please! No! No! No?—”
There was no mercy to be found there.
Not for men like Reggie Dane.
Chapter Nine
HARMONY
