Page 65 of Demo

Bulldog shook his head. “The man threatened Paige with a loaded gun with her boys upstairs. Trust me, no persuasion was necessary.” Bulldog turned to Steel. “He did specifically ask that he knows no more about where Barrington is, though, or his fate.”

Steel inclined his head in agreement. “Carlos doesn’t know about the cellar and the latter is club business. Barrington hurt and threatened Paige and her boys. She’s one of us and will likely become an ol’ lady?—”

“More than likely,” Demo interjected. Looking around the table of his fellow officers, he declared, “She’s mine. She might not wear my cut yet, but she’s mine.”

Steel’s hard expression did not change, but Demo saw the approval in the older man’s eyes. “I take any threat against an ol’ lady and club kids very seriously. Demo has the right to choose Barrington’s fate.”

Demo didn’t have to think about that answer. “Because of him and his father, Paige has been drowning in debt for months. So much so, she hasn’t been putting the heat on fully in her house because she couldn’t afford the electric bill. I plan to drown him just as slowly.”

“Don’t use the pond,” Lucky warned him. He was sitting on Demo’s left. “Our kids ice skate on it during the winter and swim in it during the summer. Breaking the ice on it could weaken it even if it freezes back over.”

“I hadn’t considered the pond,” Demo said honestly. “I plan on having the prospects bring a bathtub down to the cellar and running a line below. Strap him down with weights. Some days I’ll bring it up high enough to make him think he’s going to drown while others I’ll let him be.”

“Diabolical,” Ghost said with a vicious smile. He offered Demo a fist bump. “Love the symbolism too.”

Demo was feeling a stroke of genius for it, even if he didn’t say so himself. “Eventually, I just won’t turn the water back off and he’ll drown.”

“It’ll be more complicated than that,” Bear said from across the table. “Human skin starts to breakdown from prolonged submersion in water. He’ll get sores and fungal infections. The pressure of the constant water on him will also decrease circulation. Depending on how long you plan on dragging that out, he’ll likely suffocate without even being fully submerged.”

Demo shrugged. “End result is the same as far as I’m concerned.”

Bear didn’t argue with any of Demo’s points. “Just be prepared for the smell.”

“Barrington’s fate has been decided then.” Steel pulled everyone’s attention back to him. “But Merrick’s hasn’t been yet. Given the evidence collected, I plan to call for a vote.”

“He’s seen our faces,” Bulldog reminded Steel. There was a slight warning in his voice. “He knows who we are, even if he doesn’t know where he is.”

“I will not execute an innocent man,” Steel argued back. “If we believe he’s been framed then we deal with it. I will not risk punishing the wrong man and allow the actual culprit to plan another attack on us unawares.”

Ghost leaned forward. “It’s been two weeks. There’s been no evidence of a second attack or anything else happening to indicate that he was working with another.”

“We’ve condemned others with less evidence,” Bulldog pointed out. “But,” he added pointedly, “Cage is still holding strong that Merrick is not smart enough to have created that bomb.”

Steel nodded slowly. “Barrington’s fate is Demo’s, but I won’t make the call about Merrick’s on my own. Not with the club at odds about his innocence. We’ll meet with the others tomorrow.” Steel turned to Bulldog. “I’m giving you until then. Any means necessary. Either get a confession or we figure something else out. Clearly, we are all too undecided amongst ourselves to take a vote.”

Bulldog nodded solemnly. “I’ll head down once we’re done here.” He looked across the table at Demo. “You coming with me?”

Demo had never been down to the cellar before. There’d been no point—and, frankly, the place creeped him out. But to exact his revenge on Barrington for his treatment of Paige and daring to enter her house with a loaded weapon?

“Fuck yeah,” he seethed without hesitation. It was time to get his hands dirty.

Thereweredonuts in her fridge. Paige begrudgingly carried the half-filled large box back to her room.

Crap. She was not looking forward to this. But it wasn’t like the request would still be there. Someone else would have grabbed it up for two thousand dollars.

Paige looked at her phone and felt her eyebrows shoot up. The request was still there. Fuck.

Feeling sick to her stomach, Paige hit the Accept button.It’s not cheating… It’s not cheating…If she did this—and it was no longer anifbecause she’d already accepted the request—then this was it. Her last video ever.

Getting her camera setup out of her closet, Paige looked at the request once more. She had up to fifteen minutes to start the video. She needed the toppings it requested. Christ, she hadn’t even checked her kitchen for ‘toppings’. She had no idea what she had or what ‘toppings’ went on a donut other than sprinkles.

Down in her kitchen, she found a jar of jelly, some peanut butter, a bottle of syrup, and a can of frosting. The frosting was expired, but she had no intention of actually eating the donuts off of her toes.Gag. Since her face was not required to be on camera, she could bring her foot off camera, take the donut off of her toewith her fingers, and then just make chewing and moaning sounds that the request asked for.

Ugh. This was probably the most disgusting video she’d ever done. It was a good thing it was going to be her last. She was done with this. Utterly and completely done.

Demo could never know. If he ever did find out, she didn’t know what she would do. Die of humiliation? But he would understand. Right? He was a reasonable person. He commended her for the sacrifices she made for her boys. He would understand that she did what she needed to do to survive.

God, what if Demo had a foot fetish?

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