Page 81 of Knot My Sin

These knuckleheads are impossible, but they’re mine. Amb and I mimic Everest’s movements, and together we each move the torches to the alpha’s knots in question.

“We’ve tortured a lot of people over the years,” I say as the scent of burned hair and skin fill the room. “I think this may be one of my favorites.”

“You’re not outside of the karmic scales,” Everest intones as he slowly glides the torch up Mark’s skin. I move as he does, loving the pain we force upon them as they scream. “Omegas are precious, and your actions have unbalanced the scales.”

“Meet what happens when the dark opens its eyes,” Amb says slowly with an evil laugh.

“Boo, motherfuckers,” I growl. The skin chars and bubbles beautifully, the fire so hot that it also forces the skin to melt. Somehow, the three of them are still alive as we reach their necks, and we move to the side as they continue to burn.

“Shall we take their tongues while they’re alive?” I suggest, turning off the blow torch and gently tossing it into a carton by my feet.

The guys echo my actions with a nod, and we each pull a blade from our pants. We carry multiple weapons even on a short trip to the store, and it’s because sometimes work calls at inopportune times.

Holding the handle in between my teeth, I shove my fingers into Bruce’s mouth to fish out the rag.

There’s blood and unmentionable things on my glove, making me grin around the handle of my blade as I toss the rag away. Releasing the asshole’s hair, I frown, knowing his tongue will be slippery.

“Nah, I don’t want to deal with that,” I mutter, walking back to the table.

“Please, I have money. Please! Argh God!” Bruce screams as he continues to burn.

“That’s nice for you,” I tell him as I pick up the tongue forceps I was looking for. “Anyone else want forceps?”

“I’ll take a pair,” Amb says conversationally as if we’re talking about a pair of scissors or sunglasses. My smile is smug as I walk back.

Everest, on the other hand, has a tight hold on Mark’s tongue, eyes sparkling as if he’s caught a wiggly fish. Reaching into Bruce’s mouth with the forceps, I pull his tongue out of his mouth forcefully. Amb does the same with a nod, his black eyes appearing soulless and angry.

“Would you three like to know why I don’t give a fuck about your money?” I ask. Not waiting for an answer, because I don’t fucking care, I begin to work on sawing off Bruce’s tongue. The three alphas scream and gag as the blood begins to pour out, forcing them to swallow it since they can’t spit at the moment.

“You give the best bedtime stories,” Amb says with a snicker as he happily saws away at Craig’s thick tongue.

“Well thanks, lover,” I say with a grin, blowing him a kiss. “We have more money than we know what to do with, and you’re the scumbags who hurt our omega. She's under our protection, even for crimes before she met us. So this is for Wren.”

“Fucking disgusting. Mark is pissing all over my boots,” Everest complains. “God, you’re such a terrible waste of an alpha.”

The tongues are cut free and we dramatically toss them to the ground. They can’t see it, but it makes us happy. Stomping on them, destroying what used to be their tongues, that’s for them.

“Heads,” I grunt. “I’ll take the smaller chainsaw, I think.”

“Machete for me,” Everest says with a wild look in his eyes as he follows me to the table. Someone is going to need to be fucked when he gets home. I wonder who will get the honor.

“Ax,” Amb decides. “Yep. That’s what I want.”

Picking up our hacking tool of choice, we stand behind our alpha, pulling back their head as we saw and hack away. With a bark of laughter, Everest decides it’s too quiet as the alphas are still alive, and it’s a bloodbath as their jugular veins begin to spray everywhere.

The blood feels warm as it hits my face, and I glance over at Everest as he sings Bye bye bye by *NSYNC. Snorting out a laugh, I shrug because it’s fitting. Singing at the top of our lungs, we sound drunk as we work.

“Victory!” I yell as my alpha’s head comes free.

“Fuck,” Everest grunts as he struggles to hack at the last tendon to free the head. “Second!”

God, this is what happens when we compete over everything.

“Argh, shit,” Amb says with a laugh as he finishes hacking away. “We’re kind of a mess for a photo.”

Shrugging, I walk over to an empty stainless steel table and place my head on it.

“Whatever, I’ll even be in the photo with you, and then we can clean up and shower,” I tell them.

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