Page 51 of Sinful Secrets

Rip has Asher on his knees, his blade resting across his neck. I make my way to him. “Not here, brother, and he's mine. We take him with us,” I seethe.

“Oh, I know, brother, I'm just fucking with him.” Rip smirks.

I laugh. “What we going to do about them?” I ask, looking at the crowd of scared people. Rip sighs. “Can’t take them all with us,” he states.

I agree. “Lets wrap this shit up and get out of here,” I suggest.

“Wait a minute, we ain’t leaving without taking what is ours with us,” Rubble yells, chucking each one of our Kutte’s at us.

“Now that’s fucking better,” Mammoth says, slapping the patch on his chest.

We move out and I stop at the door, turning to the scared frightened community. “It wasn’t what you believed it was. Women and kids were being sold. Believe me when I say we’ve done you a fucking favour,” I shout out to the room before slamming the door shut and loading Asher into the truck.

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We go to our warehouse in the middle of nowhere, where no one can hear or see what exactly goes on. Dreads and his men have already loaded up the warehouse with the weapons stolen from the cult. We drag Asher inside and tie him to a chair that’s seated in the centre of the warehouse.

“Thanks for bailing our asses,” Rip says, shaking hands with Dreads.

“No problem, you guys are no use to me dead.” Dread smirks and looks to Asher. “You planning on playing with him?”

“Yeah, I sure as fuck am.” I clap my hands and rub them together, eager to get started.

“I will stick around if good with you, see what information he spills,” Dreads states, pulling out a chair and taking a seat.

“Sure thing, but it ain’t going to be pretty.” I shrug, pulling on an apron. I move to the table at the side and unravel the leather holding my tools. I stand with my hands on my hips, trying to decide which one to use.

“He do this a lot?” I hear Dreads asks Rip.

“Well, he got the road name Khan for a reason. Not usually into torturing them, he saves that for the special cases,” Rip answers.

I pull out my Stanley blade and smile. I walk over to Asher. “Mammoth, be a gent and hold his head back for me?” I ask. Mammoth doesn’t ask why, he walks over and holds Asher’s head back. He tries to fight Mammoth’s hold, but Mammoth is just too strong.

“Now, now, stay still. This will only hurt a little.” I smile and carefully pull on his eyelid and slowly run my Stanley knife around it. I repeat the same with the other. Asher screams and tries to move. “Ah-ah, stay still, you don’t want this ending up in your eye.” I tut and continue to remove his other eyelid. Blood pours from around his eyes as he screams and whimpers.

“There now, you won’t miss out on the action.” I turn and flick his eyelids onto the floor.

“So, Asher, or is it Brother Asher? Father Asher? You know what, fuck it, I don’t believe in any God, so I get to call you what I like, right? I would call you cunt but then I feel like that would be an insult to cunts and I love them. So, we will just stick to Asher.” I smile and tap his face.

“Is there anything you want me to ask him before I cut out his tongue?” I turn to Dreads and ask.

“Who is he supplying? The women, the guns… Who is it?” Dreads questions. We all look at Asher and he shakes his head.

“No, I won’t say anything, they will kill me,” he rushes out.

I burst out laughing. “Oh, man, you think you're going to make it out of here alive? Shit, you cult fuckers are really delusional, y’all believe in anything.”

Asher’s eyes are wide as he swallows. “If I talk, give you the name of who it is, will you let me live?” he asks.

“I can’t make any promises, but I promise I will try. How’s that?” I counteroffer.

He swallows and nods, grasping at straws. Like hell am I going to let him live.

“He never said his name, he never spoke to us. He only went by the name Alma Oscura, that’s all I know, I swear,” he begs.

“Dark Soul,” Rubble murmurs, translating the name into English.

I pat his shoulder then look to Dreads. He gives me the chin lift that I can continue. I waste no time as I lean down and whisper in Asher’s ear. “You tortured my woman, you raped her, and you shot me. I am going to make it so you suffer by the time I'm done with you. You will be begging me to kill you.”

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