by K. C. Stone
“He’ll kill me if I talk,” he says on a groan.
“That’s not the answer I need.”
I sat the crowbar down and grabbed a pair of pliers from the table. Taking his index finger between my hand and the chair, I gripped the tip of his nail with the pliers and pulled up, feeling the skin give way.
“He’ll kill me!” Ernie let out on a scream.
Releasing the pressure from the pliers, I laughed. “Hey, fuck face, what do you think I’m going to do? You think I’m just going to let you go? Hell no. I’m going to torture you for what I need, then I’ll let my friends have some fun. After that, I will end you. Just so we’re clear.”
I felt my brothers around me, vibrating with the need to do some damage. Ernie glanced at them and me and started to cry. The pussy actually cried. How pathetic was that?
“Did your dad come to you after you transferred or was he the reason you moved?” Waiting for him to answer, I lifted the pliers and moved to his second finger. I pulled the nail off the bed, slowly.
He screamed again and broke. “No, please don’t! I’ll tell you! Please don’t!” I stepped back as he slobbered and sucked in air. “I transferred here for her. Fuck! I’m dead either way.”
I gritted my teeth. “That’s true. But I can torture you some more, or I can kill you quick and get it over with. That’s all up to you,” I said, letting him think he had a choice. His death would be painful no matter what he told me.
Ernie nodded and forced out the words. “My dad wants her,” he sobbed. “He wants to fuck her and breed her. He told me that if I do what he wants, we can make tons of money and shit. All I had to do was fuck with her head, write a couple letters, and take some photos. And let him know what you were doing.”
I wanted to hit him again but didn’t want to stop his flow. And I knew my brothers needed their pound of flesh too. I stepped away as Viper walked up and placed his hands on either side of the chair on top of Ernie’s hands, crushing them to the armrests. I turned to see Locke come down the stairs. He nodded for us to continue.
Viper’s face was twisted with rage. “Are you aware of what your father was up to? How he planned to make a ton of money?”
“No, he wouldn’t tell me just yet. Please, don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Viper walked around the chair, talking. “So, let me tell you what your pathetic excuse of a father was up to. Just so you know the level of shit you’re in. He was selling women. One of the girls was only sixteen years old.”
Ernie swallowed hard. The emails proved he knew there were other girls involved besides Jules, but he obviously hadn’t known the whole of it.
Viper went on. “Dear old Dad was torturing girls and selling them to the highest bidders. One of them has become a very good friend of mine. A very special person. And your dad thought it was okay to slice her up. He raped them and beat them.” He explained with a deadly calm voice, still walking around the chair, watching Ernie’s reactions.
Ernie didn’t see him grab the white-hot branding iron Tech handed him. Viper leaned down and sunk the iron into Ernie’s thigh. The smell of searing flesh and bone hit our nostrils. The shrill scream of pain and agony echoed through the shed as tears, snot, and sweat poured down Ernie’s face. Viper leaned back, seeming satisfied with his work. He set the branding iron down and nodded to me.
I moved back in front of the piece of shit. “What’s the end game?” I asked.
Chest heaving, trying to catch his breath and control the sobs racking his body, Ernie gasped out. “I was supposed to torment her. Dad wants her. He doesn’t really care about the other girls. They were just a means to an end. And she’s always been the goal.” Ernie raised foggy eyes. “No matter what you do, or whatever happens to me, he won’t stop until he gets her. No matter the cost,” he panted heavily, in worlds of pain. Either he was ready to give up, or he was giving up random shit because he wanted to throw us off.
“Well,” I leaned over him. “What your father doesn’t realize is this bullshit stunt just cost him his son.” With a sly smile, I straightened. I nodded at Tech and Viper to grab hold of him. Pulling off his restraints, they lifted him from the chair and placed him kicking and screaming back on the joist of the rafters. This time they adjusted the rope to where his feet barely touched the ground. Judging by the look on his face, he knew what was coming, and there was nothing he could do to change the fact that his time was up.
Locke stepped forward and pulled out his knife. Oh yeah, I knew what was coming. Our need for vengeance was about to be satisfied. Locke had earned his road name because that man was fucking lethal. Especially with a knife.
He brought the knife up to Ernie’s face to show him just what his future held. Locke tsked. “You do realize you fucked over the wrong club, right? You fucked with the wrong family, kid.” His tone dropped as he looked Ernie right in the eyes.
He slowly dragged the blade across the man’s throat. Ernie started out with a scream, then when the blade pierced his skin just below the left ear, the scream ended as a gargle. Blood ran down his neck in rivulets before becoming a heavy river, flowing down his chest.
“And that is how you slit a throat,” Locke joked as we stood there watching the fucking pervert bleed out, watching the last bit of life fade away from his eyes.
Blood pooled around his feet. The only other fucker I’d be as terrified of was Sal. He was more of a fucking savage than Locke was. My plan was to never be on the other end of Sal’s anger. But I was more than happy to put John right in the crosshairs of that wrath. I wanted to watch while that motherfucker paid. As much as I wanted to deal vengeance, Sal was a President and Jules was his daughter, so it was his right.
“What should we do now, Prez?” Ezra asked.
“We see what John says now that his plan has been fucked. Whatever he had in the works will be just a little harder with his son dead. Let’s really screw with him.” Locke walked over to Ernie and pried open his mouth. Taking the six-inch blade he kept in a sheath hanging on his belt, he cut out Ernie’s tongue. With a sinister laugh, he placed the tongue in a box and handed it to Axel, who had just walked in seconds before.
Axel stared at the box before looking around. “What the fuck, brother? What happened here, and why the fuck was I not invited? I love a good torture and kill.” He half chuckled.
Locke explained the shit storm that occurred right under our noses. “Someone find Ernie’s phone,” Locke barked out. Axel moved to the table and back, handing it to him. He snapped a photo of a very dead, very bloody Ernie. Scrolling through the contacts, he found the number he was looking for and pressed send. “Well, we’re about to find out what John thinks about all this, because I just sent a picture of his precious son to him.” Locke met my eyes. “Make sure the girls are on lockdown. They go nowhere until we find him.”
We all nodded and headed out. I was not looking forward to telling Jules John had someone inside the club. But she deserved to know. At least now we had a little more info than we did.
I just hoped John showed himself after he saw the picture of a dead Ernie. Then we didn’t have to put any of the girls, especially Jules, in danger as bait, and we could end this shit show once and for all.
26
Jules
Coming back from Leah’s room, I found Dom in ours, just staring out the window, looking deep in thought.
“You know, smoke will come out of your ears if you think too hard,” I joked. I walked over to him and rubbed a hand up and down his back.
He turned and gave me a small smile. “Hey, baby.” He wrapped his arms around me and brushed his lips gently across mine.
Feeling his tongue probing my mouth, I was unable to resist. I could feel he needed this, needed me. I opened willingly, running my fingers through his hair. I gripped his neck as his fingers fisted the hem of my shirt. He pulled it up and over my head to reveal my bra. He watched my breasts slowly rising in time with my rapid br
eathing.
He lifted me and sat me on the dresser. Fingering the swell of my breasts, he roughly pulled down my bra to free my nipples. Dom leaned down and sucked one into his mouth. He released it with a pop, gently blowing on the tip until it stiffened while pinching the other in between his thumb and index finger. I cried out.
“More,” he said as he kissed my throat.
“Yes. Fuck me. Please,” I said on a moan. I felt his cock swelling in his jeans, pressing between my legs. The friction was driving me insane.
Our frantic hands and fingers fumbled, gripping and pulling savagely, trying to unbutton pants. Yanking and tossing clothes as if it were a race for who could get naked first. I’d win. I shoved him back and hopped off the dresser. I quickly tugged my pants and panties off. Standing completely naked in front of him, a snarl ripped from his throat. He lunged at me and tossed me on the bed.
Dom dropped to his knees and roughly grabbed my thighs. His fingertips bruised my skin. The pleasure pain was amazing.
“Fuck, I love it,” I moaned as he licked his way from my knee to my pussy. Then he drove his tongue in deep. I screamed his name and dug my nails into his back. I raked them up and down, arching my pelvis to meet his mouth, not even giving him a chance to breathe. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come!” I panted out.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling away, his voice rough and low. “Not until I say you can.”
He lifted me from the bed and spun me around, then pushed me over the dresser. My tits flattened to the top of it. The wood abraded my nipples. I let out a moan as the friction only pushed me closer to the edge. He roughly gripped my ankles, pulling my legs apart. The way I was bent, my toes barely touched the floor.
“Don’t move.” He spread my legs and ran his tongue up the back of my thighs, kissing each of my ass cheeks.
He dug his fingers into my hips and I bucked backwards as I felt his tongue enter me. Dom greedily sucked on my clit. He pulled away abruptly and smacked my left cheek hard.
“Stay,” he demanded.
Wetness ran down my thighs as I shook with need. His tongue trailed along my skin, licking the juices as they flowed. The emptiness in my core when his hands disappeared had me whimpering. I looked over my shoulder to see him stroking himself. I bit my lip in yearning. He pushed me back down on the dresser and powered inside me, ripping a scream from my throat as he roared.
Our coming together was rough and gritty. Colliding and clashing, sweat pouring off us. The smell of sex was strong and erotic, charging the air with electricity. Gripping my hair in his fist, he quickened his thrusts, pumping hard and hitting every nerve on the way in and out.
Bringing me to the brink on an especially hard thrust, he bit my shoulder. Between the pleasure and bite of pain, I felt the explosion detonate and I screamed as I came apart. Going completely limp, I thanked God the dresser was there for support. Dom rammed into me again. He swelled inside me as he roared out his release. He collapsed on top of me. He linked our fingers together and kissed my shoulder as our bodies glistened and panted with the aftershock of our rough and raw escapades.
Standing up, Dom led me to the shower. After starting the water and helping me in, he gently kissed me from the top of my head, down my face and neck. I was barely able to keep my eyes open, the threat of sleep eminent. Dom quickly washed me and himself and we stepped out of the shower.
“Let’s take a nap,” I said, looking at the comfortable bed that was calling my name as he dried us off.
The nights I slept all the way through were few and far between. Even snuggled safe in Dom’s arms. I was always on alert, always ready. Never sure what situation might arise or what might come after me in the dark. One of the only ways I could possibly hold on to any amount of control was by being ready.
I was exhausted anyway, and after that phenomenal bout of love making, I was done for. Climbing into bed, I pulled Dom’s arms around me. His warmth sank into my soul. The safety I felt then only happened when he was around. The moment he wasn’t, it was a different story.
Placing my head on his chest, I listened to his heart beat the steady rhythm that reminded me of home. Smiling, I kissed his chest and snuggled deeper, nestling myself in the crease of his arm. Enjoying the way his fingers softly and lazily strummed up and down my arm.
“Hey, baby, we need to talk.” His tone sent a shiver down my spine and I sat up.
“What is it?” I wrung my hands together, not liking the look on his face as he sat up beside me and scooted us back against the headboard.
“Do you remember the other night when you said Ernie gave you that weird vibe, and how you didn’t like the way he was speaking to you?”
“Yeah.” I frowned. “He was a real tool. I almost kicked his ass.” The bad feeling I had just got worse.
Dom sighed and looked me in the eye. “Ernie was a transfer from Jersey. We didn’t know much about him except that he was having some personal issues. We figured it was an ex-girlfriend or something.” He paused, like he was trying to figure out what to tell me.
“Okay,” I said hesitantly. “Why did he really transfer?” I knew the answer wasn’t going to be something I’d like at all.
“Fuck, babe.” He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “He transferred here to be closer to you. Because John is his dad. He’d convinced him to come here by telling him he could make a ton of money, and all he had to do was screw with you.” I think my heart stopped as he kept going, like he had to get it all out. “We couldn’t figure out how John had gotten into the clubhouse to give you that letter the other day, and it’s because he didn’t. Ernie wrote the letter for him.”
Stunned by the information, I stared at Dom. “They were working together on this the whole time?” My mind couldn’t wrap around it all.
“Yeah. I’m sorry, baby.” He pulled me to him, trying to calm me.
But there was no way to calm me down. My heart raced. “Where is he now?”
Dom’s brow creased. “Who, love?”
“Ernie. Where is he?” Surely Dom hadn’t let him stay around to try and draw out John.
“Dead, baby. We took care of him.” He kissed my forehead. “You don’t have to worry about him anymore,” he said, stroking my back.
Unsure of how to feel, I sat there, numb and reeling from the fact that bastard had his pathetic son in on his sick and twisted game. I didn’t realize I was crying until Dom wiped the tears from my cheeks.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you, I promise. But I’m sorry I let Ernie get that close to you.” His jaw clenched. “It won’t happen again.”
My tears picked up speed. The feeling of defeat was slowly trying to creep in. I looked up at him. “I’m just tired of always having to worry. I’m sick of having to always be on alert. I need a break.” I wiped at my eyes. “I just need him to leave me alone!”
I curled myself onto Dom’s lap, closing my eyes as he wrapped his arms around me, and imagined we were far away from here. Nobody but the two of us. I thought of another place, where there was no John, no fear.
In my mind, we were back at Dom’s refuge, the lighthouse. The place where nothing bad could touch us. A place of peace and beauty and all things light. Walking along the water’s edge, watching the sun setting. My favorite time of day. The colors blended together, mimicking a watercolor painting. The view always breathtaking, almost surreal. My hand was in his and he gently squeezed.
I looked down at our joined hands. The wistful smile on my face faded as I noticed the hand in mine was not Dom’s. Looking up, I stared into the eyes of the devil.
“Told you I’d have you. Nothing can keep me away. We belong together.” John sneered.
I tried to pull away, but he gripped my hand tighter, almost painfully. Looking around, the lighthouse slowly melted away like wax from a candle. I was back in the cellar, bound to the ground. I started hyperventilating, pulling ineffectually at my chains.
“No! No! No!” I yelled.
I s
canned the room that was lit bright this time, realizing I was the only one here. A small piece of me felt relief for the other girls. I screamed for help, knowing it was pointless. But I had to try. I yanked relentlessly at my restraints.
Then a door slammed and my head swiveled toward the sound. I looked up to see Ernie stomping down the stairs.
“No! Please don’t!” I screamed, trying to get away, my chains holding me.
He walked toward me with a sickening, evil look. “You ruined everything, you stupid worthless piece of ass!” He grabbed my shoulder. His fingers bit into my skin.
I screamed at him as I fought. “This can’t be. Dom said you were dead!”
He yanked me to my feet. “I’ll show you dead, you stupid bitch.”
He raised his hand to slap me, but I was being jerked back. Kicking and screaming, I fought as thick arms wrapped around me, holding on tight. The cellar began to fade around me.
“Baby! Baby, wake up.” The arms shook me gently. “Jules, honey, please wake up!” The voice kept shouting.
I jerked free and sat up, sweat pouring down my face and shaking. Looking around the room, realization dawned. It was only a nightmare. I turned to find Dom. Pain and remorse filled his eyes. He had an idea what I’d dreamt about. I launched myself at him. Encased in his arms, I immediately started to calm.
He gently placed his hand under my chin and tilted my head back, then wiped the tears from my eyes. My breathing slowed a little more. “Baby, it’ll be okay. I promise. You want to tell me about it?” he asked.
