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)
“Tape,” I hiss out, nodding at Payne, who hovers nearby, violence gleaming in his eyes. He rips away a long strip of the duct tape and then circles around Putnam’s head, sealing up all the bleeding face wounds and keeping all that skin and hair and shit in his mouth. Dude looks like something straight from a horror movie.
I can hear Hadley gagging from behind me, but I pay her no mind. My focus is on Putnam. On what he did to Ellie and Blaire…and Hadley. He’s a monster. One who needs eliminating.
“I want him to suffer,” I bellow, my words echoing off the walls around us. “I want him to fucking suffer.”
Dragon smirks at me. “I’m not putting my dick inside this piece of shit.”
We share a dark look. Wordlessly, he begins cutting through the tape that holds Putnam to the chair. He’s too weak to fight Dragon. Dragon manhandles Putnam over the side of the chair and starts yanking down his pants. I walk over to where I can see him and squat right in front of him. Putnam’s eyes are wide and pain filled. Stark fear shines in them. It’s so reminiscent of the look on my daughter’s face that I want to scream in victory.
But the war hasn’t been won yet.
“Make him hurt, Dragon.”
Dragon nods and then swiftly swings his fist. The same fist holding his knife. Right into Putnam’s worthless ass. Literally. Putnam squeals like a pig at slaughter—fitting as we’re in the old slaughterhouse. Dragon withdraws the knife and a splat of blood hits the dirty floor. Then, he stabs him again. Right in the fucking asshole. I take pleasure in the way Putnam’s face—what little skin remains—pales and his eyes roll back. He’ll be dead soon. I wish I could make it last longer.
“I think he’s had enough,” I tell Dragon. “I think he’s going into shock. He’s shivering. Put him by the fire to warm him up.”
Dragon’s face curls into a sinister smile. “You got it, Prez.”
He shoves Putnam back into the chair and Payne assists in taping him back down. Blood drips down in rivers from the chair that’s no doubt leaking from his ass. Dragon stuck him like the pig Putnam is. Together, Dragon and Payne carry the chair over to the fire. They sit him halfway in the fire. It’ll take him a bit to burn.
The screams coming from him now are fucking wonderful. I close my eyes and revel in the sounds. I feel vindicated somewhat. I’ll never be able to undo what happened to Ellie and Blaire, but there’s no other way I’d rather see him die. I reopen my eyes, marveling over the way his clothes catch fire. How his head smokes. How he squirms in a desperate attempt to escape despite his life-threatening injuries. The room fucking stinks like burning hair and human flesh, but I don’t care. Hadley wretches over and over again, choking on vomit and tears. I give Bermuda a nod to go check on her. When my eyes meet Genworth’s finally, I don’t see arrogance or fury or coolness.
I see fear.
Total, utter fear.
It’s so fucking addictive, I want to drink it up. Put it in a vial and shoot it into my veins. Light it up and suck it into my soul. Though I’ve dreamed of his death for far less of a time, I feel every bit as desperate to have it. The moment I discovered he was the mastermind behind it all, I wanted to end him in the worst possible way.
“Putnam made me watch as he raped my little girl,” I tell Genworth, though he already knows this. “On your command. You know I’m going to force you to watch what I’m going to do to your girl.”
Genworth’s nostrils flare and then he closes his eyes.
Just like I’d closed mine, unable to watch what Putnam did to Blaire.
“Dragon,” I snarl. “He’s going to watch. He’ll be forced to watch. Payne, hold his head.”
My guys don’t disappoint. Rather than holding his eyes open, Dragon grabs one of Genworth’s eyelids, pulls it away from the eyeball, and carefully cuts off his upper lid. Genworth screams like a little bitch. Where Putnam was used to a rough life, Genworth is a fucking pussy who hides behind money as a thin veil of power. Putnam continues to cook, completely silent now. Genworth, though, is the one bellowing through his tape now. Dragon makes quick work of removing Genworth’s other eyelid.
He looks creepy as fuck with no eyelids and blood running down his cheeks.
Creepy, but I still let loose a dark, satisfied laugh.
“Hadley, come here,” I growl out, holding my hand out toward her.
Bermuda gives her a pat on the back before urging her to walk toward me. She seems so tiny in my huge hoodie. Her dark hair is messy and wild. The poor girl is white as a fucking sheet like she might pass out at any moment. Which means she’s really not going to like this.