Page 86 of The Butcher

The farm tool makes itself at home in Nicolas’s thigh, the big bad beta screeching around the cloth. Three of the prongs are buried on the inside of the muscle, one thumping into the wood while the other pierces the asshole’s ballsack and pins it to the wall like a goddamn balloon.

Fucking gold.

If I had my phone, I’d take a picture.

“Ten points!” I shout as I pump my fist in the air. “I’m smoking your ass, Nicolas.”

All the color drains from his face as he breaks out into a sweat, his head bobbing around until he catches sight of the way his balls are bleeding, the warm liquid painting the side of his dick a deep red.

Such a lightweight.

“Don’t go to sleep on me, Nicky boy,” I say with a grin as I walk toward the middle of the room. “I’d hate for you to miss what I’m about to do next.”

He swallows thickly around his gag, mouth obviously dry, and forces his head up, pushing it back until it thumps against the wood.

I grab onto Adam’s knee and give him a push, the alpha starting to spin in a slow circle.

He’s hogtied, his wrists and ankles bound together then connected by another that’s threaded through both loops. I’m not sure how flexible he was before this, but his feet are probably closer to the back of his head than they’ve ever been.

Adam’s head droops as he goes round and round, not even flinching when I reach out and let my fingers move over the cut in his side each time it passes. On the third revolution, I grab his hair to stop him, then look him in the eye.

Something I’m only able to do because he’s hanging from the ceiling.

I used Pap’s old ass tow chain and rigged it from the rafters, then strung this dumb shit up from the hook at the end. He’s like a meaty piñata.

I don’t plan on beating him, though.

No, poor little alpha Adam is going to meet a very different fate.

“I just want to know what you were doing in the house,” I say, turning him so we’re both looking at Nicolas. “It’s a simple enough question, and if you answered, we might have been able to avoid all of this.”

That’s a bold face lie.

We wouldn’t have.

I was already feeling the need to murder something, but the fact that these fuckers broke into my grandparent’s house and won’t tell me why? Yeah, that’s a sure fire nail in the coffin.

They’re lucky my dad randomly texted me to let me know how Pap’s appointment went—I completely forgot he had one—as I was dragging them out here. Rex unknowingly answered one of my questions, and it meant I could take my time instead of pressing them about what they might have done to my grandparents with the warranted urgency I felt when I first saw these two. We get to take things at my pace, and the only thing I have to worry about is whether or not Nan walks in before or after I clean up.

“There has to be a reason, right?” I turn Adam to face me again, brushing his hair back to expose his neck and forehead and all the veins popping out of it. “Most people don’t even know Obsidian Falls is here, let alone get the bright idea of visiting.”

I smirk when I look him in the eye and see all the busted blood vessels.

I really fucking needed this.

Hunting is one thing, one very important, very satisfying thing, but this… It gives me an entirely different level of satisfaction. It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to play with my food, and I almost forgot how much I enjoy it.

Reaching toward my tool belt, I can’t help but smile as Adam’s eyes follow my movement then go wide when I grab my weapon of choice. “You were clearly looking for something specific.”

I lift the sickle and lightly run the edge against his cheek.

“Money?” I shake my head as I look between them. “No, I’d imagine this Hall fella pays you for your troubles. Based on your gear, he pays you well.” With an arched brow, I pat Adam’s cheek with the blade. “That would also mean you weren’t looking forjewelry or silver, or anything else you could sell. Don’t need to with a sugar daddy.”

Walking in a slow circle, I keep the sickle against Adam’s cheek and turn him as a thought occurs to me.

“Who were you looking for?”

The alpha flinches, an almost imperceptible movement, and I catch his beta do the same as we stop, facing him once again.

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