None of us mistake what he means. It’s Drummer who steps up first, cutting through the tendons in one leg, Wraith goes for the other. Hawk slices off one ear, and Peg attacks his left arm, then Hound his right. Mouse, with a wide grin at Blade, goes behind the gurgling man, and slowly, and deliberately, uses a suspiciously old looking knife to slice off his scalp.
An arm’s been left for me, I take my own knife from my belt and slice through it. Flint flops like a grounded fish, only the ropes holding him up, his body twitching like a marionette.
Wizard has retrieved the bat we keep for such purposes, now he lets his rage loose, breaking both his legs, well, to be accurate, smashing them to pieces. I grimace, remembering how much that hurt, but maybe it’s too late… no, I saw movement, he’s still conscious.
“Can I go for his dick now? Can I, can I?” Throttle sounds eager, just like his predecessor.
“Wait,” I say, taking the bat from Wizard, wanting something to satisfy my burning anger. The satisfying crunch tells me I’ve broken his ribs.
“Now?” Throttle tries again.
“Yeah,” Prez says.
There’s an attempt at a scream from the broken body. It’s more of a gurgling strangled sound.
“Christ. His bowels have let loose,” Throttle complains, gingerly picking up the limp cock with his now latex covered hands.
Drummer comes up beside me, laying his hand on my shoulder. This is the end, we all know it. A man can’t exist without his dick, or not unless he has pretty quick treatment.
He’s dying already from the punishment we’ve inflicted. Maybe he won’t even feel it, but the thought of removing a rapist’s dick is highly satisfying.
“Slice his balls, Brother,” Blade offers helpfully.
The enforcer wastes no time in doing just that. Then he raises his knife one last time. “This is for Amy. Goddamn your soul for ever touching our sister.”
His cock, which he used to rape my daughter, is now lying on the floor. I view it for a moment, then turn away, disgusted. Not at what we’ve done, but at what the man did.
But he’s no longer a man, he’s a bloody broken mess. All I feel is relief and a sense that he’d gotten off lightly. His suffering lasted an hour or so at most. Amy has got to live with what he did, forever.
“Get the prospects up here,” Wizard instructs.
“He’s not gone yet,” warns Peg.
“Don’t give a damn if he’s breathing or not when he goes to his grave. He’ll be dead soon after.”
“Nathan will have gone with Amy,” Hawk reminds him. “But I don’t mind helping with clean up.”
I glance at Wizard seeing him grimacing. Yeah, by now, Amy will be back in Phoenix, but at least she’s got a prospect to protect her even though, while she may not know it, the threat is gone.
“I don’t mind giving them a hand to dispose of the trash.”
“Yeah, I’ll help too,” offers Hound. He nods at Hawk.
No one needs any instruction on what to do, we’re practised at this. And yet again, Road’s track will be extended a little bit, the name still sticking even though he’s with another club and, like the rest of us being older, doesn’t ride in trials any longer.
Drummer slaps his hand on my shoulder again. “The girls are laying out a buffet. Anyone want food?”
“Sounds good,” I reply, turning my back on the thing in the chair.
“Not me,” Blade shudders, and Mouse goes over to him. “Come on, man.” With his arm around his shoulders, he leads the ex-enforcer out into the fresh air.
“He’s never gotten over that, has he?” observes Wraith.
Nope, surprisingly he hasn’t. He always pukes after he’s done his job. I reckon, myself, it’s something to do with the adrenaline hit, rather than him being squeamish.
The rest of us? Well it turns out we’ve worked up quite the appetite.
Chapter Sixteen
