Chapter Twenty-Two
Pyro
I’ve waited three long weeks for this day to come, and I’ve dreamt about all the ways I’m going to torture this asshole. Jinx is safely inside the compound, surrounded by a handful of people so I can do what I’m about to do.
“He’s downstairs,” Braxxon informs me.
“Fanfuckintastic.”
I follow Brax downstairs into the damp basement, my hands already encased with rubber gloves.
“I might be a little while.”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, brother,” he tells me as he flips on a light. “We’ve kept him fed and watered enough to stay alive, as you requested.”
A wicked chuckle escapes my lips when I get a whiff of stench as we turn the corner. There he is, the Kingpins second in command, all chained up in his own filthy ass mess.
Braxxon hands me a bucket of water and I toss it on the piece of shit. “Time to wake up asshole.”
He sputters awake, jerking around in his chains, cursing in Spanish.
“Tape his mouth for me?” I ask Brax as I dig out which tool I want to use first.
“My pleasure. I can’t stand whiney ass bitches.”
I’ll go for his fingernails first, we already know he won’t speak, even with pain of death. We do, however, know which cartel is after us now, and it was the cops that got us the info. Turns out, they were on our payroll after all.
Scorpion Cartel.
Jinx recovered after they tried to kill her.
They roofied the hell out of her.
They found her because this asshole had a picture of her and Piper from the days they spent in the basement.
I’ve decided not to keep anything from Jinx when it pertains to her. She’s fucking earned the right to know; and when I told her how they knew to target her, she didn’t cry, she wanted me to take revenge.
I already had plans.
I told her those plans.
She added to them.
And I’m about to oblige.
Braxxon unhooks the chain and the guy falls to the floor with a masked grunt.
I find the utensil I want to use and twirl it around my fingers as I stalk my prey. I lean down, taking his taped hands and jerking them to me.
One by one I rip off his fingernails.
I stand, toss the utensil to the ground and find my next tool.
Yes, this will do.
“Tie him off will ya?” I ask Braxxon, he kicks off the wall with a grin. “My pleasure.”
I wait for my brother to finish tying off this fuckers’ limbs before I make my move. “My girl almost lost her fuckin’ leg because of you fuckers,” I say while twirling an ax. “She’s requested you lose yours, and well, I fuckin’ love her,” I say with a shrug and his eyes widen.
I slam the ax down on his right leg, once, twice, and on the third chop it separates. “Yeah, we’re usin’ a dull one, make it more memorable for ya,” I chuckle over his screams behind the tape.
“The tourniquets are to slow your bleedin’, so I can have my fun.”
I keep the ax in my hand as I walk over to the table to grab the adrenaline.
I strut back to him and drop to a crouch with the ax between my legs. “This is to keep you awake, don’t need ya passin’ out before I finish.” I uncap the adrenaline Ripley scored us and jam it right into his chest. I leave the needle in his heart, because like I give a fuck.
I pick the ax back up, stand, and take the other leg off.
I step back. “Shits hard work, brother.”
Braxxon chuckles. “Well, you only have two arms left.”
“There is that,” I agree. “You got his phone, yeah?”
“Yep. Finish your business.”
I make work with his arms, wiping my forehead with my sleeve when the sweat begins to drip down my face.
He’s barely alive and for this last bit, I need him to be.
I drop the ax. “Help me lift him up?” I ask looking over at Braxxon who’s already putting gloves on.
He’s light as fuck without his arms and legs so we lift him to the saw block with ease. Brax steps back and hands me the switch.
I step back and turn on the saw, watching as the board takes his body closer and closer to the saw, his dull eyes, frantic.
When the board takes him to the circular saw, and it begins to rain blood, I fucking smile. I shut the saw off and drop the control. “I feel a little better,” I say with a shrug.
“Let’s get the message across, I wanna go home to my family,” Braxxon says, grabbing a leg.
When they captured this fucker, he brought everyone back. Winter has been on another reinforcement kick. I can’t say I blame her, we now have two babies to protect. At least we know who we’re fighting; now we can fucking strategize the proper way.
We use the assholes limbs, mangled body, and blood to spell a message.
Fuck the Scorpions
Brax takes the number from this guys phone and uses a disposable to send the photo via text message to the number that was frequently dialed.
After the message is delivered, he throws the phone to the ground, takes off his gloves. I take the gas can and tip it over, tossing my gloves, and Brax lights a match. We watch the fire burn for a second before we walk upstairs and out of the abandoned house.
Sniper waits for us in the SUV and when we climb in, he smirks. “Brax tells me I have two brothers.”
I lean my head against the window and chuckle. “Yeah, man, take me home.”
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