Page 57 of Royal

Donna manages to wake up with all the noise, her eyes taking in the scene. Someone must have covered the bottom half of her body with a towel, which is more decency than she deserves.

“What’s going on?” she asks, trembling, probably wanting another fix.

“You sold your daughter, remember?”

“I did, then why am I here?” The way she admits that shit has all of the guys cussing because we know she is as worthless as the man she was fucking.

I would rather fucking die than let anyone dare to touch my kids or my woman. “You’re never going to leave this room. This is going to be your home until my woman comes down here to end you.”

She starts begging and crying. “Please, I didn’t mean it.”

I ignore her, not caring what she has to say. “You know what happens to prey, Earl?” He wakes enough to look at me. “They get skinned, of course.” I grab a knife that is usually used for skinning an animal, but this fucker is worse than an animal.

“Please just kill me,” he pleads.

I look over my shoulder at Shane. “No, I can’t do that. Shane will be the one to end it for you, it might not be today or a month from now. We have a doctor here who can patch up the worst if he chooses to make you wait for your death. How about this?” I’m eye to eye with the fucker. “How many kids have you assaulted, raped, in your life? Give me the correct number, and I will cut the bands off.”

He looks from person to person, expecting someone to help him.

“The only way someone will help you in here is the way to hell.”

“Fifteen.”

Fuck.

“How many have you touched?” I ask.

“Boys or girls?” he croaks out too easily for my liking, but I allow him to answer my question.

“Both.”

“Over fifty.”

I look at my brothers. We are sick to our fucking stomachs because this man was walking among us free, and nothing has ever happened to him to get justice for all those kids.

Until now.

I walk to the counter where we have everything you need. There is nothing else this fucker can say. I grab a black dildo and walk over to him with it.

His hands are tied above his head. “You said you were going to take it off.” He begs me when I walk back to him, swinging the dick.

“I lied,” I say plainly, and when his mouth opens, I shove the dick down his throat. “Now, that’s much better.” I pull it out and back in his mouth again. “Feel violated, huh? You’re lucky that it’s your mouth.”

Donna is screaming, “Why are you doing this?” She cries, tears rolling down her face.

“Tears don’t water the fucking garden, darlin'. How many tears has your daughter shed because of your selfishness?”

That shuts her up, and her fake tears dry up.

I step back and let Shane take his revenge. Shane stares Earl in the eye. “I have waited for this day for so fucking long. Can I have a knife?” Reaper walks over to the counter and grabs a knife, then Shane starts cutting him up like Earl is an animal.

Earl chokes on the dick as he screams. What a beautiful fucking sight. We all stand around and let Shane take his revenge. Hours pass by the time Shane cuts Earl’s dick off his with a dull blade, ripping it from his body.

He drops the chain holding him up, so he is bent over, and shoves it up his ass. “Now, I think I’m just going to let him bleed out while the bitch watches.” He turns Earl around so Donna can see his face. He isn’t even moving, blood running down his legs onto the floor.

Shane has blood covering him from when he ripped off Earl’s dick as the blood splattered everywhere. The fucker barely has a bit of skin left on him from where Shane sawed away at his body.

“If you ever want to be a prospect in this club, your application will be accepted.” Gage slaps him on his shoulder as he walks out the door until it’s just us.

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