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“Don’t you dare,” Star warns. I look at her. “I’m guessing this is the blood of the guy that marked your body like that?” she says, gesturing to the bruises that are dotted all over my body. I don’t answer. “He deserved to die. In fact, he deserved to suffer more than what he did. I am not sure why his life was instantly taken, because I know for fucking certain if the guys knew he did this to you, he would be in that warehouse right next to your daddy. He would be made to pay for what he has done,” Star states adamantly.

“Scar shot him in the head while he had me on my knees with the kitchen knife to my throat, while he forced me to suck him off,” I confess.

Star’s faced turns to one of pure fury. “Mother fucker,” she seethes. I angrily wipe away a tear that escapes. “If I can give you one bit of advice, from what I’ve learnt from these guys, but especially my man, is that you no longer have to live that life. You will no longer just accept it because you think that is all you are worth. You are worth more, you deserve better, and from this day forward you will be treated as such. I was at a point in my life where I thought that living with it, just accepting that was my life was what I deserved, that it was what my life was meant to be. That was until Ghost came into my life, all bossy and possessive.” She pauses, a small affectionate smile playing across her lips as she talks about him. “He gave me what I deserved, he still does, and I know now that I am too fucking good to ever be treated like that. You are, too,” she affirms.

I’m not sure what to say to her. “I’m not sure if you are giving me a compliment or chastising me,” I state honestly.

Star throws her head back and laughs. “Girl, it’s fucking both because that is my love language.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

SCAR

As I walkinto the warehouse, the stench of copper fills the air. “Jesus, I’ve only been gone 10 minutes,” I mutter. Taking in the scene before me, Eugene has already been stripped naked and is strapped to a table. Normally it’s a chair, but I guess there’s a queue of us that want our time with him. This gives us access to more areas of his body to torture.

Ghost walks toward me, wiping his blood stained hands on a rag. He grins, a sick yet satisfied grin. “Acid is just finishing up, and then he is all yours,” he says as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it.

I smile and shake my head as I begin to remove my cut. As I fold it and place it on the side, Eugene lets out an ear piercing scream. I look over to see Acid working a corkscrew through one of Eugene’s eyes. Glancing down at the table, I see an iron poker and quickly pick it up.

“Bambi, start a fire in one of the drums,” I order. Bambi nods and moves quickly, making a small fire in the old oil drum.

“Interesting,” Spider comments as he comes to stand next to me, eyeing the poker in my hand.

I shrug. “Too many times I felt a burning pain in my gut from hunger when he had me in his cellar. Now that fucker is going to feel what it was like,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Just be mindful,” he says, nodding in Rage’s direction. I look over and see a grin so wide on Rage’s face. He looks demonic. “I think he is one torture away from jazzing in his pants.” Spider snorts.

“Fucking love that sick fucker.” I huff out a laugh. “I’ll make sure I leave Eugene alive just enough so he can enjoy himself however the fuck he likes.”

“Scar!” Acid calls, gesturing for me to go over. I walk across, looking down at the bloody mess that was once Eugene’s face. His entire body is even covered in sweat. “He’s all yours, brother,” Acid grits through his teeth.

Eugene pants and groans as he looks up at me with his one remaining eye. I don’t flinch when I see the bloodied raw flesh surrounding the empty socket, where his other eye should be. “I’m going to cause you so much pain, you will be begging for death,” I seethe.

Eugene grins. “I will never beg—” His words are cut off when he begins to cough and wheeze.

“Oh, you will fucking beg. This isn’t going to be over quickly. Your pain doesn’t end today. We will be keeping you here alive, for as long as we want. Each day we will bring you a new type of torture, a new pain that you haven’t felt,” I growl. “Do you see my brother over there? The one with a fucking erection bulging in his fucking jeans. He gets off on this shit, and he will be the one that decides what you get each and every day. He will be the one torturing you,” I say before spitting in his face.

I walk over to the oil drum that now contains a roaring fire. After removing my T-shirt, I wrap it around the end of the iron poker before I dip the other end into the searing hot flames.When I see the tip turn to a glowing orange, I remove it and turn towards Eugene, smiling.

“Unchain his legs and hold them to his chest,” I demand. Acid and Cash step forward, both smiling as they unchain his ankles before they lift his legs and press his feet towards his head, bending him like a pretzel. Eugene starts trying to fight them, knowing what is to come. “Just take a nice deep breath, Eugene.” I laugh as I shove the searing hot poker up his ass. Eugene lets out an ear piercing scream. “Sing those high notes!” I cheer.

The smell of burning flesh tickles my nose. I yank the poker out, and my brothers drop his legs before re-cuffing his ankles. Slowly, I walk back to the oil drum and place the end back into the still burning fire. Eugene is muttering nonsense, dipping in and out of consciousness as his body tries to deal with the pain.

I remove the poker and walk over to him. As I climb up on the table, balancing my feet either side of him, I hold the poker facing down, the burning hot end hovering over his chest.

“You thought we wouldn’t come for you? You thought you were fucking untouchable, that you could do what you wanted to me, to my brother, and get away with it? You motherfucking stupid cunt,” I spit. “I will thank you for one thing though, because without you holding me in your fucking cellar, I never would have met your beautiful daughter.” He mumbles something in response. “Oh yeah, and I really don’t like the way you treated her.” I crouch down over him, holding the poker close to his face, close enough so he will feel the heat of it. “You see, I get fucking angry when you do something to me, to my brothers, but that is nothing compared to the searing hot rage I fucking feel when you hurt what’s mine!” That snaps him out of his daze. His only eye flickers open looking at me, and a slow smile spreads across my lips. “Oh, what’s the matter? You don’t like that?” I tease. I raise myself back up to my feet andhold out the poker to Bambi, not having to direct him in what I want to do. He knows, quickly re-heating the end of the poker before passing it back to me. “Apologies, it appears I got a little distracted. Now, back to the matter at hand.” I smirk as I drag the burning hot poker across his chest, and the sound of his flesh sizzling under the poker mixed with Eugene’s screams is like music to my fucking ears.

Once I’m done, I jump down off the table and drop the poker to the floor.

“Rage, he’s all yours, but remember, I want him alive. Keep that mother fucker alive,” I warn.

Rage gives me a brief nod as I grab my cut and head for the door. I’ve had enough for one day. It’s late, and there is only one place I want to be right now. As I step out of the door, I hear my brothers’ laughter roaring behind me.

“Fuck, that’s some funny shit,” one of them mutters.

I hear footsteps chase up behind me and I stop and turn to see Ghost. “Just to give you a head’s up, Star called.” My gut lurches as I think the worst. He sees it and smiles, shaking his head. “No brother, all good,” he assures me. “She’s had a few drinks to calm her. Dixie had to stitch her neck, but other than that she’s okay, and fast asleep in your bed.”

I nod, feeling like fucking shit that I wasn’t there for her, but I feel relief because I know Star would have taken good care of her.

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