Page 211 of Brutal Savage

“We are, but I left my cell.” He points to the counter, grabbing it and stuffing it into his pocket.

“Okay, well, you two have fun.” Elara kisses the top of Brody’s head.

“I will. Love you guys.”

That has her features straining with emotion while my pulse pounds in my ears, still not believing the fact that he’s actually talking to us. Telling us he loves us, no less.

“Love you too, kid.”

“I love you,” she says as we both watch him walk away. “I can’t get over it.”

Her head falls against my chest.

“Me either. I keep thinking he’ll just stop one day. That I’ll do something to mess it up.”

“No.” She shakes her head, turning to face me. “Stop thinking any of that was your fault.”

“Yeah, I know.” A deep exhale falls out of me.

“Come on, go sit down. I’ll warm you up some shepherd’s pie.”

“Whatever you say, boss.”

She tugs me toward the empty chair, and I’ll gladly sit here and stare at her ass all day if she lets me.

Hours later, I make my escape to the barn, where I’ve held them prisoner all this time.

I’ve never enjoyed torturing someone as much as them.

My brothers, of course, helped.

“Have you had enough yet?” I glare at Rogue as Cillian beats him, kicking his stomach, his face. He’s barely recognizable. “Wanna die?”

We’ve fed them just enough to survive, so we can torture them all over again.

Every fucking day.

I warned them that their deaths would come slowly, and I’m always a man of my word.

Rogue groans, looking up, and I’d be surprised if he sees anything from his one eye that’s almost swollen shut.

“Pick him up.”

My brothers drag him to his feet while I grab thick rope, taking it to one of our horses.

She lifts her forelegs once she sees me approach, her harness already on her. “Good girl.” I glide my hand down her mane, then tie the rope securely around her saddle, tugging it to make sure it’s secure.

Cillian pushes Rogue onto the ground, while Fionn grabs the other end of the rope and starts tying it around both of his wrists.

“Is he good?” I ask.

Fionn nods.

“Come on, girl.” I pull on her lead rope, applying enough pressure until she runs. And she can run forever.

She drags Rogue through the mud, past rocks, his body hitting them hard, and I know he won’t last long.

“Let’s go,” I tell my brothers, needing to take care of Isaac and Jerry next.

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