If she misses and hits her stepfather’s shoulder here and there, I’ll never tell.
“Better than sticking it out with a rapist and having his babies,” she mutters. “Ryan was my first kill, but not my last. Now, you can join him in roaming the world without a final resting place. You’ll never know peace, Mitch. Where’s my mother?”
Fuck.
“She’s dead, Honey,” I say gently. God only knows how Pack Barns would deliver the news.
“I bet she’s better off for it,” Briar huffs, returning to Jude’s arms once she’s done staking out her stepfather’s bodies. While their legs are zip tied together, I dare them to try to kick me.
They smell like a brewery and the metallic scent of the drugs they were shooting up with. It’s gross and makes me want togag in disgust. Atlas has a snarl on his face as he glares down at them. He systematically tore off their shirts and now hefts a flanged mace that’s fucking beautiful.
Imagine a thick medieval bludgeoning weapon with sharp metal fins at the top, and that’s what it looks like. Briar shivers as she licks her lips when she sees it, and I know she has to be as turned on as I am.
Atlas packed his own bag of fun, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to up his torture game for Briar’s surprise.
“Consider this my entry into torture, Little Rose,” he says, smirking as if he read my mind as he speaks to Briar.
“How much damage can that thing do?” she asks, watching as he lifts it up and then slams it down on Buck’s body.
His strangled scream is pretty satisfying, and the spike releases a spray of blood when Atlas yanks it out of his body. It’s as if he doesn’t want people to know how much of a lily-livered bastard he is. I think it’s pretty obvious personally.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jude groans. “They’re going to look like pin cushions after you’re done with them.”
“I want to play!” Going through my bag, I grin when I find fireworks. “How pissed off will the sheriff be if I light these?”
“I’ll ask him to turn a blind eye,” Briar says, pulling out her phone to text him. “There he is. Okay, he says he’s going to tell the entire force to avoid my street. Have at it.”
Sweet. “Dance, little monkeys! I’ve always wanted to do this.” Lighting a cherry bomb, I toss it at Ricky, who squeals like a pig as he tries to avoid it. Unfortunately, I have fantastic aim, and it lands on his groin.
“Fuck!” he screams. “Is my dick on fire? It is, right? You sadistic cow!”
“Ouch. You hurt my feelings,” I pout, lying my ass off as I toss another cherry bomb at Mitch. “Consider these the kisses meted out by karma. They hurt, huh?”
“Happy little ouchies!” Jude crows, laughing as he watches the magic.
“I’m doing all the heavy lifting, and you get cheers,” Atlas laughs. “This hardly seems fair.”
“We really like when you get all hot and sweaty,” I smirk. “Take your shirt off. Let’s see those muscles work.”
Grabbing his flannel shirt with one hand, he pulls it over his head to entertain my request.
“So many muscles,” Briar moans. “I swear they’re just stacked on each other. Is that possible?”
Atlas shakes his head in amusement as he switches out his weapon for a knife.
“I want to hear them scream. They’re not doing enough of it,” he grumbles, dropping to his knees to grip one of Mitch’s fingers and snapping it off.
“Fuck! Why me? Buck is our pack leader,” he snivels.
“You’re a coward,” Briar mutters. “You always told Ryan he could take whatever he wanted by force because he was an alpha.”
“Alphas don’t have to take when it’s freely given,” Atlas says, breaking another finger.
Eventually he gets tired of this, and begins to systematically stab him instead.
“Tenderize the turkey for the fire!” Jude yells.
“The more holes the better,” Briar adds. “They should be dickless when they go. It’s a good thing you split a bunch of firewood for me.”
