Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
That’s for what you did to my girls, asshole.
I scan the room and find all my guys watching and waiting, some in the shadowed parts of the slaughterhouse and others in plain view. They want this every bit as much as I do. It makes me wonder what the fuck Church will be like without spending half the meeting contemplating revenge. I can’t even begin to imagine a life of peace.
So I don’t.
My life is war. It has been for a decade. A war I will win in the end.
Gibson hums something that sounds oddly like “Don’t Fear the Reaper” by Blue Oyster Cult. It’s an appropriate song. Genworth and Putnam don’t need to fear the reaper. They need to fear me.
Putnam garbles out something, but from behind the strip of duct tape, it makes no sense.
“What’s that?” I ask as I bypass him to walk over to Hadley. She doesn’t flinch when I reach out and stroke her hair. I flit my gaze over to Genworth. His eyes blaze with fury, zeroed in on the way I touch her. No father wants to watch his daughter get defiled. “You know,” I say to Genworth. “I’ve spent a long time contemplating this moment. Killing the people responsible for taking my family away from me. I’ve imagined everything from a quick slit of your throat to more creative ways for you to die like carving out each of your organs one by one and feeding them to you until you fucking choke to death on them.”
“Gross,” Hadley mutters.
“I thought about making Dragon wreck your asshole, Putnam,” I growl, pinning him with a hard glare. “This isn’t business.” I mimic his words from the past. “This is personal.”
Dragon makes a salacious gesture of grabbing his dick through his dark jeans. Someone snorts out a laugh from the shadows. Probably Katana.
Putnam doesn’t seem fearful of the prospect of having Dragon sodomize him, just pissed. Well, fuck him. This is my show and he has to stay until the end. He’ll endure whatever fucked up plans I have for him.
“Do you miss him?” I ask Hadley as I point at Putnam.
She turns her head up to look at me, hate shining in her eyes. “No.”
“But you fucked your dead boyfriend’s daddy, didn’t you, Pageant Girl?”
Hadley shakes her head, tears leaking down her pretty, angelic face. A tide of anger begins rising around me, threatening to drown me at any moment.
“Are you lying, sweet girl?”
“I never fucked him.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “He fucked me.”
Putnam howls through the tape when Dragon viciously cuts his ear off. With a roar, he heaves it across the room toward the fire.
“You mean to tell me the rapist pig also raped you?” My words are deceptively calm as I cradle her soft face with my hand that shakes with rage.
“I didn’t want it, Koyn. I was scared.”
Another scream. Another ear.
Good Dragon.
I run my thumb along her wet, tearstained cheek and then bring it to my tongue so I can taste her salty sadness. “What I want to know is why your daddy would allow Putnam to defile you. Was this a part of the trade? Was this business or personal?” I arch a brow at Genworth, who glowers at me. “Did Daddy even know his precious princess was getting tainted by a sick sonofabitch?”
“I don’t know,” she whimpers.
The hateful look on Genworth’s face tells me he knew. Probably fucking okayed it. I’ll deal with him soon. For now, I want to make Putnam suffer.
Dropping my hand from Hadley’s face, I stalk over to Putnam. Dragon offers me his knife, but I use my own. Big. Gnarly. Lethal. I don’t want to kill him…yet. I want him to bleed. I want him to hurt. I want him to fucking cry.
“Hold him,” I bark out. “He’s going to squirm.”
I rip off the tape on his mouth and stick it to the side of the chair before unsheathing my knife. Putnam starts cursing up a storm.
“You can torture me to death, but I will always be the man who fucked your wife in the ass before I stabbed her to death. I’ll always be in your nightmares as you relive me raping your daughter’s tight, virgin, teenage cunt—ahhhh!”
His words are cut off and followed by a scream the moment I grab his scraggly beard and start sawing. I dig the blade into the side of his face near where his ear once was, just deep enough to carve off his skin, taking the beard with it. I slice along his jaw bone, the blade scraping against the hardness of it. As I pull on his beard, lifting the skin, I’m able to slice off his skin, only leaving the meaty muscle in his cheeks visible. Blood gushes all over the fucking place and it’s beautiful. Vengeance is a beautiful color. His screams go silent as he passes out from the pain. I continue my sawing all the way to the other ear hole. Once I have his slab of skin and beard in my grip, I pry open his mouth and shove the messy shit inside. This wakes him up, making him gag and groan. I grab the strip of tape, but my hands are too bloody to make use of it.