Page 14 of Monster Bully

The man sobbed uncontrollably. He had already tried to pretend he was the child’s father and the mother had attempted to keep his kid away from him. That didn’t work. Grim was already aware of the child’s real father.

He knew who he was dealing with, but he had to know who else was attempting to set up operations within his city. Grim ran the streets. No one conducted business unless it was through him, and yes, he took a cut. Especially from the black-market shit, but again, he had limits. And he would never accept the business of child corruption.

He couldn’t be thinking about his own troubles with Eve. His men had called him away first thing this morning, and he had no choice but to leave her behind. The house was locked up tight. No one was getting in or out.

He didn’t like this distance between them, but he would figure it out. Eve loved him. She was devoted to him, and he would stay by her side, taking care of her, always.

“No one. It’s all me.” The man sniffed and Grim knew it was a lie.

“Try again, and this time, when you lie, try to have a bit of conviction in your voice.”

The man whimpered again and went back into his fetal position.

Grim had enough. Signaling to his guards, they approached and lifted the man up, and he began to thrash within their arms, screaming, begging for them to let him go. Warning them.

It didn’t hinder their ability to chain him to the chair. His arms were held down on each side of the chair, legs tied, captive and immobile. The sweat pouring off him was shocking. Also, in the process, he had already pissed himself.

His men stood away and Grim looked at him, considering what to do next.

Fingernails were a nice painful spot to start. He had a thumping headache, but he really didn’t like men who attempted to steal kids, and this man was getting on his last nerve. Walking up to the tools he specifically enjoyed to gain information, he grabbed the pliers. He had used them many times. He loved the feel of them within his grip and as he moved them from one hand to another, he also grabbed a knife. Trial and error had taught him that stubborn men often clenched their hands into fists, attempting to stop his fun, and he didn’t want that.

“What are you doing?” the man asked.

Grim ignored him.

His men kept well back.

He never allowed anyone to do his dirty work for him. In that moment, he had to wonder if that was why people were afraid of him. They knew the guards and soldiers that worked for him only did so much, but when it came to the nitty-gritty, he was the professional.

Grim didn’t mind hurting people. It was actually a pleasure to him and something he enjoyed. Staring at the man who had already clenched his hand into a fist, he clucked his tongue but then struck, slamming the knife through the palm of his hand.

It had the desired effect as he stretched out his hand, trying to avoid the knife, and while he was screaming and wriggling in the chair, he got a piece of nail, and then pulled. The screams were loud and echoed around the room.

Grim felt nothing. He had done far worse. There was a man who had been proven to abuse children and snuck away like a thief in the night. Grim had caught him, and for at least three days, he had made that man beg and even repent for his sins. During that three-day treat, he had learned to keep the man alive while removing body parts, including but not limited to his cock. That had been a joyous day for him, especially as he shoved the offending dick into the man’s mouth.

Grim didn’t like child molesters or rapists, but if someone accused him of having a moral standard, he would deny it. He wasn’t a good man. All his life, he had been a monster, and he thrived on it.

He removed three fingernails, and the man gave up the name of his boss. There was a new player in town, and he already rounded up a handful of children and women. Grim was pissed off.

Anthony Thistle. He’d never heard of him before. The asshole who worked for him only knew so much. Grim listened to every detail and once he was done, he ended him with a blade to the throat. Disappointment flooded him. He had hoped to spend a little more time torturing the man. He hated when people stole his fun.

Within minutes, he left the warehouse, and already arranged to have details of Anthony Thistle sent to him within twenty-four hours. He wanted this vermin removed from his streets. He made sure to put the word out that anyone caught stealing children or women would be dealt with. There was also a reward for anyone with information to come forward.

With business dealt with, he got in his car and drove home. Thoughts of Eve were a welcome distraction. She was the only good thing in his life.

The journey back home was not long enough and at the same time, too damn long. He didn’t know how to fix things with his wife. He loved her more than anything, would never harm her. He only wanted the best for her, and he didn’t know how to dress it up or say the right words.

Climbing out of his car, he made his way inside, and he didn’t like how calm and still his home was. Every other time he returned home, Eve had music playing, or he caught her dancing. There was always excitement with his wife close by. The kitchen was bare, no baking or cooking to be seen. The dining room and his study were also empty.

His wife was in the library, curled up on the small sofa, a book had fallen into her lap. She looked so … troubled in her sleep, and he didn’t like that. His wife usually looked peaceful in sleep. She wore a dress, one with long billowy sleeves, and a skirt that came to her ankles. Her hair wasn’t bound but fell around her face. He wanted to reach out, to stroke the curls out of her face, but he didn’t want to disturb her. Even though she didn’t appear to be peaceful, Eve sleeping through the day never happened, even when she was tired. She always kept working.

Grim sat down on the coffee table and watched her sleep. He wanted to make sure she was okay, better than okay. She didn’t move.

Grim didn’t have a clue what to do to win her back. He hated this battle. He was the same person she had fallen in love with, just with a few minor differences. His feelings for her hadn’t changed.

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Eve let out a little moan. Her dreams were not peaceful and as she opened her eyes, she saw Grim. At first, she expected to feel disappointment, but she didn’t.

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