“Are you sure you canhandle what you’re about to see?” I ask Raven, cupping the back of her head in my hands.
The look in Raven’s eyes is one of uncertainty, but she nods her head and clamps her hand around my forearm.
I release the bolt from the metal bulkhead door and pull it open. Descending a set of concrete stairs, I enter the underground bunker with Raven behind me. It’s hidden in plain sight, built under the floorboards of the old garage.
The stank smell of piss and blood fills my nose. Raven gasps at the sight. Adam is bound and gagged, suspended from his arms on the pulley system installed down here just for this purpose. He’s been hanging there for hours, while I fucked Raven over and over. The thought of it draws a wicked smile to my face. She’s mine now, and I want him to know it. I step in front of him, ripping the gag out of his mouth. “Can you smell her on me? My fingers, my tongue, my cock they’ve been inside her all night.” I taunt, keeping my cold voice low so only he can hear me.
He jerks back, but the motion only engages the pulley to tighten. He screams in pain as his shoulder snaps out of place.
I rap my knuckles against the wall. “Concrete asshole. No one can hear you scream.”
Torturing him is going to bring me pleasure. The hell I plan to inflict on him will be far worse than the pain Fuel has already caused. I gave him reign to work this asshole over, but he knew to leave the final nail in his coffin to me. The torture will be slow and painful, but first my little bird needs closure, and that’s something she needs to get on her own.
Raven takes a deep, unsteady breath and picks up the flip blade from the counter. Turning it over in her hand, she clenches it in her fists. She stalks toward him, the fury on her face unmistakable. Raising her hand, she slams the closed blade across his face, splitting his skin. Blood coats her hands. The same blood that will bond us together forever.
“You fucking bitch,” he screams, “You’re going to pay for that.”
Her body trembles, but she doesn’t back down an inch. Raven gets right up in his face. “I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats.”
The blade glints in her hand when she flips it open. Raising her arm up high, she brings it down with a rush, jamming it deep into his thigh. “This one is for Garrett.”
Adam’s agony resonates through the bunker, echoing off the concrete walls. She tears the blade from his flesh and slams it down again with even more force. “That one is for Paige.”
The gaping hole in his thigh oozes blood down his leg. Blood splatter covers her shirt but she doesn’t stop. She stabs Adam over and over until the surge of adrenaline leaves her. Her tired arms collapse to her side and the blade falls to the floor. Her breathing is erratic, and her hands are trembling. She’s battling with the demons inside of her. Demons he brought to her. “Admit you killed Garrett or I’m going to let him do what he wants to you.”
I step to her, gently lowering my hands onto her slumped shoulders and shift her away so I can take a crack at him. I slam my fist into his jaw. His head jerks sideways and blood shoots from the side of his mouth.
He spits out the blood pooling in his mouth, “Garrett threatened to turn me in. Said he had the proof to bury me and the bruises on your face would seal my fate. I had to remind him who he was fucking with, but the best part was how easy it was to frame you.”
“Do you feel any remorse at all? What about Paige? Did she not mean anything to you?” Her voice is cut with tears.
“Her death is on your hands, not mine.”
“You keep saying that, but it’s a lie. I saw the headlights. That truck came right for us. I heard a man’s voice too. I’ll never forget it. Do you know what he said?” Raven swallows hard, lifting her tear-stained eyes to meet his. She’s desperate to find some sign of the man she once knew, but there’s nothing there but pure evil. “He said he was collecting on the debt you owed.”
Something I can’t pinpoint flashes in his eyes. “It was supposed to be you, not her. I never agreed to that.”
A knot settles in my stomach. His words haven’t hit her yet, but I can read between the lines.It was supposed to be you, not her.He bartered with her life. Offering Raven up as payment for his debt, instead they took her child. I don’t even want to think about what they’ve done with her. Any man that could harm a child deserves to die a slow and painful death. Adam is just as guilty as the men who attacked her. Raven thinks her child is dead, so until I find out otherwise, it’s best to let her go on believing that. Living with the alternative, if I’m wrong, would be too painful.
She rounds on him again. This time her face is stone and her voice is controlled, “I decide when and how I leave you and in case it’s not clear,” Raven turns to me, planting a passionate kiss on my lips. “this is how it ends.”
My cock throbs in response. This vengeful side of her is sexy as fuck. Raven has no idea how fucking perfect she is for me.
Not looking back, she climbs the stairs and exits the bunker, leaving me to end Adam’s reign of terror over her. Cracking my neck side to side, I wait for the thud of the bunker door closing behind her. She was strong and merciless. I’m so fucking proud of her, but she doesn’t need to be a witness to what’s coming. I wrap my fist around a long metal rod and close in on him.
“Don’t worry, you’ll never see the inside of a cell. Do you know what they do to cops in prison?” I laugh, circling around him. “I could show you, if you’d like.” I tease at the seat of his pants with the rod poking into him. It wouldn’t take much effort to jam it so far up his ass he’d be tasting the metal. I pull back and give the pole a heavy thrust upward, punching through the fabric at his puckered asshole. He jerks forward, screaming with shear agony. His pain is like music to my ears, soothing the echoes of Ravens sobs. He deserves everything he gets. I raise the rod again and bring it down across his back, cracking against him like a pinata. Only instead of candy as my reward, it’s his blood. I have an insatiable thirst for it.
Heavy boots fall on the stairs. I turn to see Cobra delivering the package. Beretta, a patch member of the Demon Sons, turned traitor. Beretta betrayed his club to save his own ass. Adam’s bloodshot eyes open as wide as they can through the swelling. He’s surprised to see we figured it out. Even before Adam tracked Raven to our bar, he was gunning for our clubs. Adam infiltrated the Demon Sons with a weak ass plan to pit our clubs against each other. Adam was using one of their own members to get the jump on us. He wanted to start a war, well now he’s got one.
I can’t stand to look at Beretta any longer. He serves no use to me except to see the terror in Adam’s eyes when he realizes all of his men are dead and he’s next. I trade the metal rod for a blade and punch it into Beretta’s heart. I yank it out just as forcefully and turn toward Adam. I’m out of patience.
Adam pisses himself when I press the jagged blade to his throat. The first beads of blood gather along the glinting metal, sweat streams across his forehead. He knows he’s going to die here, and there’s nothing he can do about it. My laughter is almost maniacal as Adam’s body twitches. He’s kicked and jerked so much that he’s almost hung himself with the tension of the pulley. The chain slices through his wrists. Blood trickles down his arms and drips into puddles under his body.
“Any last words?” I taunt him.
“Fuck you,” he spits.
“I’d rather fuck her.” I say, pulling my blade across Adam’s throat.
