Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Seriously don’t be stupid. 2 million will buy you much better pussy than that tired snatch. I’ve already worn her out,” he says. Does he really think this is the way he needs to go to plead for his life?
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl. I don’t know why I’m letting him get to me. Maybe because he’s talking about my woman or because he himself is just too stupid to comprehend how badly this will go for him and I want him to understand every second of it.
“Fine. 3 million. We can do 3. Think about it, man. No bitch is worth that. Do you really want my leftovers?” Mason is starting to sound desperate but still can’t manage to stop talking about Shelby.
“What makes you think it’s okay to hit a woman? To beat her when she did nothing but care for you?” I ask calmly, feeling anything but as rage takes over me. I’m not even shaking out of anger anymore. I don’t even know why I want to hear his answer. I’ve flipped the switch on giving a shit and all I need is to know that this motherfucker won’t hurt anyone else, ever again.
“These bitches are all the same, you know. They need a man to take a firm hand with them, to teach them how to act for us. They can cry no all they want, but in the end, they always beg for more.”
I grab Mason’s hand, pulling flat on the dirt floor as I kneel on his arm while he struggles to pull it away. “I’ll give you two choices. Tell me who the plant is or don’t. I prefer option two because then I get to make your death very painful.”
“No! Don’t! You’re really going to give up all that more for that lying cunt?” Mason seethes, still trying to wriggle his arm out from under my knee.
I reach over for the box next to me, pulling out a small chainsaw. I slide the battery pack on and rev it a few times as I watch his eyes go wide in horror. I don’t wait for his answer before I put it to his hand. It sends blood spattering everywhere, as it quickly cuts through bone, as I take off two of his fingers. Mason is screaming his head off. I could barely hear him over the roar of the chainsaw, but now it fills the room around us.
“Are you going to tell me yet?” I ask. Mason has stopped screaming, his face pale as sweat beads on his forehead as his ragged breaths are pulled in through his busted lips.
He gave the prospects a bit of a fight on the way here and they roughed him up until they knocked him out again.
“Stop! You don’t want to do this,” he says. shaking his head. Dirt and blood are matted to his face.
“Oh, but I really do., You on the other hand might want to start talking because I’ll be moving onto your hands that you used to beat my woman with, then I’ll move to your feet that you kicked her with and then comes your dick that you raped her with. I might even make you eat it, just for that added treat.”
“Stop! It doesn’t have to happen like this!” Mongrel begs. It’s pathetic watching this piece of shit cry and grovel. “Fuck my fingers!” He looks faint for a second, so I lean over smaking his cheek with my free hand.
“You’re not giving me a name,” I tell him right before taking off more fingers. I actually hope he won’t tell me who it so just so I can keep going until there’s nothing left.
Chapter 32
King
Walking down the hallway, I know it’s time to meet with the guys. I had to burn my clothes out back in the burn barrel, after taking a long shower to get rid of all the blood before I was presentable enough to walk around. Last thing I needed was Shelby seeing me in that state. I don’t think there would be any coming back from that. But I kept my promise and Mason will never hurt her again. I know I’m keeping Shelby and Billie waiting, but that needed done. Plus, I know they are safe upstairs. So, stopping to chat with my Prez and club brothers, feels alright to do. Especially after a long few days of being on the outside, hated by the people I consider family. I won’t take my cut for granted after all this bullshit. I’m just glad that’s done.
I wonder how I pushed myself to such a dark place to deal with Mason, while also having such a soft spot for Shelby. I guess they aren’t mean to be separate, It’s the love I have for her that drove me to make sure that piece of crap would never hurt anyone else again. I walk into Ford’s office, happy to be back in the clubhouse with my cut on. I’m not surprised to see T and Grunt are already there.