Page 48 of Lani

One by one, Vinny pulls his fingernails and toenails off, leaving blood running down his hands and feet.

“Now what should we do?” I tap my chin.

I reach above me and let his arms fall. He screams at the top of his lungs at the sudden feeling of the blood rushing to his arms.

I take my gun and shoot him three times in the shoulder, where he shot Lani. “How does that feel, fucker?” I whisper in his ear, and I point my gun at this dick,

“Butcher, did he ever fuck an underage girl?” I ask.

“Sure fucking did. She was around thirteen. His body is going to join the others later,” Techy gloats.

That’s when he freaks the fuck out. He tries to stand and use his arms to help him, but he just collapses to the ground.

Butcher picks him up and tosses him back in his seat. I put my feet on either side of his and pull his legs apart, holding them open.

He screams and tries to push my legs away. “What’s the matter, do you feel uncomfortable? Am I scaring you?” I taunt him, wanting him to feel a small fucking fraction of what his other victim felt.

He nods. “Good, because this is nothing compared to what you did to her. You took her against her will, you took her innocence and scarred her for the rest of her life. But know this, you will die and she will fucking live.” I put my face right in front of his, staring deep into the eyes of a dead man. “Without you in it.”

His pants darken as he pees himself. I step away before he can get it on me. “I am done with this fucker.” I take my gun and shoot him three times in the dick, before planting a bullet in his head.

“Everyone else is around back,” Techy tells us, and a prospect drags the fucker outside, then throws him down into a pit.

Kyle is tossing a lighter up and down in his hand. “Now do we shoot them or burn these fuckers alive? A small taste of what they will be experiencing for eternity.”

I look down into the fucking pit that is fifteen feet deep. They were dumped in there days ago.

“We’re sorry! We didn’t know what was happening,” one of them cries out, but it’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

Kyle stares down at him. “Are you fucking telling me you didn’t know you were raping her or him? Did they beg you to stop?” he demands, and we all shift, angry.

We’re all haunted by what we witnessed, seeing the faces of those girls and boys we rescued. Vinny is one of those faces and that fucking burns me alive. His sisters, his brother…

One of the defiant ones steps forward. “That is the way of our life, so fucking what if they cried and whined? In the end they were jezebels, born to please us. We did what God demanded of us.”

Kyle grins. “Decision made.”

Butcher takes the gasoline can, pouring it all over them and they scream. Kyle flips open his lighter and throws it inside of the pit. Flames fly high into the air.

We don’t watch, we turn around and we walk into the clubhouse for a meeting.

Vinny sits next to me and I reach under the table to touch his leg. Kyle rubs his face. “I am not going to lie. Those girls have fucking haunted me. It made me realize all of the bad shit happening we don’t know about.”

He looks at Vinny. “Brother, that shit that happened to you has hurt all of us. We are fucking family; that shit should never happen.”

He sits forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“I am going to put it to a vote. We have the fucking money. We are all fucking filthy rich, why not put that shit to use? Let’s find these fucking cults and take those fuckers out. For Vinny, Lynn, Etta and those girls. Let’s buy a shit ton of land and give them a true home.”

Well fuck yeah, I’m all about that shit. “You have my vote, brother.” I tell Kyle.

One by one we all agree to it.

Kyle looks at Techy. “You track them down. You need help, let me know and we can hire some fuckers to help you.”

Everything is going to fucking change. We are going to war with a whole bunch of fucking cults.

I can’t wait to fucking take out some pilgrim fuckers.

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