Page 49 of Our Blood, Our Pain

“Fuck you,” Kai snarls, pushing the guy in the chest.

“That’s enough. On second thought, go back to the house, Kai,” Dima orders and Kai is out of there as fast as the speed of light.

Who does this fucker think he is? I rush over to the guard and slam him into the wall before punching him in the face. He was unprepared for the assault, so I use his slowness in response to get as many hits in as I can. His nose makes a crunching sound when my knuckles connect with the bone, but it’s not enough. I grab him by the shirt and slam him again hard against the wall.

“You have a death wish, talking to my man like that?”

The ugly fucker spits in my face, which enrages me more, stoking a fire in me that’s already burning brightly. So I react. I pull him forward and knee him in the ribs, forcing him to collapse onto the ground. The so-called hard guy is groaning, clutching at his side, but I can’t hold in the beast. The rage. He touched Kai and insulted him. I won’t be able to let it go unless I hurt him.

“Boss, you not gonna stop this?” the second guard says to Carlos.

“No. We’re here as guests and he insulted one of their men’s partners. I would do the same. It’s all about consequences,” Carlos says while looking at Simon, who scowls back at him. I kneel on the floor, pulling the man’s hair, forcing him to face me.

“Are you ready to say sorry?”

“I’m sorry your man is a pussy, you dumb bitch,” the guy barks at me and I can’t help but smile. This pent up energy for a fight, to dispel the lingering anger I have from the whole Kai situation to this point is so damn satisfying.

“Jules!” Aaron shouts out from the corner and throws his switchblade toward me, which I manage to catch with one hand.

“What the fuck, Aaron?” Lev shouts.

“Steve was bored.”

I grip the man’s hand and face it palm down on the floor, and with nothing but adrenaline coursing through my veins and Kai’s face in my mind, I lift the beautiful blade and stab it down into the guy’s hand. Screams of pain echo in the room as the sharp steel penetrates the flesh.

“I can’t deal with the noise,” Dima moans. Always complaining about the crying and screaming from anyone we have in the pen as he’s susceptible to a migraine. But he loves the blood too much to not be involved. Still, it doesn’t stop him from complaining every single time.

“That was so fucking hot,” Aaron says, his gaze entranced on his blade that’s now lodged in the hand of this fucker.

“Doe….” Lev warns.

“Shut up. At least Jules has done something. Dying of boredom over here. Can I have Steve back now?”

“Back up now, Jules. We need to get started on pisspants over here,” Lev says and I turn to see the guy secured to the chair has pissed himself. Gross. I bend down and pull the blade from the moaning asshole who touched Kai, and toss it back to Aaron, who looks like I’ve just given him the best Christmas present. My heart thuds like a racehorse, the adrenaline rush now subsiding, but not being replaced by the quiet I’m used to. Kai’s the reason. I’m so fucking pissed that I want to cut this guy in front of me to pieces so I can get control over these feelings that only Kai prompts in me.

“Simon, move this crying asshole over to the side,” Dima says.

Simon grabs Carlos’s injured guard under the arms and drags him over to the other side of the room.

“You wanna fix your man up, there are medical supplies in the fridge and cabinets on the back wall,” Dima says to Carlos. Carlos then orders his uninjured guard to go clean up the whimpering idiot. And he had the nerve to call Kai a pussy.

Lev goes to the back wall where their array of torture tools are neatly displayed, and ponders for a few moments on what to use. He finally chooses the reliable blow torch and a jagged knife. Carlos wants the guy fucked up, those will certainly do the trick.

Crouching in front of the piss stained quiet man, Lev dangles the knife in his face. This guy may have an impassive expression on his face, but the fact that he pissed himself tells me he’s already under immense stress. I doubt this will take long.

“Now. I’ve heard that you may know about or may be involved in taking money that didn’t belong to you. Care to share with the group what you know? The more you tell us, the less drawn out this will be,” Lev says. The nameless man keeps his eyes down, his breathing is off the charts, practically hyperventilating.

“Not gonna talk? Let me help with that.”

Lev stands and yanks the guy’s hair so hard he cries out, unable to fight Lev tilting his head back. Lev wastes no time in taking the knife and slicing his face from his upper cheek to the corner of his mouth. The skin peels open, revealing the fat and muscle underneath. Blood begins to ooze down his face, which only gets worse as his mouth widens in screams of terror. Lev lets go and steps back, smirking as he admires his handiwork. I daren’t look over at Aaron. I just know from how quiet he is that this is affecting him. It wouldn’t be out of character for him to be jerking off to the show. You couldn’t make this shit up of how fucked up this house is. I’ve lived here with the brothers so long, that I believe they’re normal and the outside world is screwed up. This situation just highlights how dumb that is. Then again, I’m part of this family, so that makes me just as bad. Fuck. No wonder Kai can’t deal with it. I just assumed most people could adapt. But still, the little fucker shouldn’t have lost his shit with me like that.

“Can we tape his mouth shut? This is unbearable, especially with the other whining asshole,” Dima moans at Lev.

“Not in the mood, D. Deal with it or fuck off.”

“Is it always like this?” Carlos asks. I hadn’t noticed he was standing beside me.

“Yes, and worse,” I say, as Carlos smiles at me, amused by the whole thing. Fucking hell, another unhinged bastard. Just when you think there’s no more of us, another pops up.

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