Page 66 of Redemption

Axel

My fingers twitch with anticipation. I’ve been ready to have a go at this fucker since we got Kelsey back. Asher and Zane are both quiet as they walk behind me. Adrenaline’s still strumming through their veins much like mine is at the moment.

“How’s Kelsey?” Connor asks from beside his brother Rory.

“She’s upstairs and still hasn’t woken up. How’s Teegan?”

“A little banged up, but he’ll be fine.” Connor’s face hardens at thoughts of what those pricks did to his little brother and can’t say I blame him.

“Don’t you worry about it. My dad had his doctor check them out and he’s the best you’ll find this side of the Chattanooga River.” Keegan slaps me on the back and runs ahead of us into the first set of doors.

I take in the block walls and cement floors that lead to two smaller rooms that each have their own door. There’s even a drain in the center of floor for easy cleanup. Finn has one hell of a “working space” underneath his house, complete with soundproof walls. I wasn’t sure what to expect when we came down here, but it wasn’t this.

“Right.” That’s the only reason I’m down here and not glued to her side.

Connor and Rory follow Keegan into the room directly ahead of us. The closer I get to the open door the better my view becomes. Kelsey’s dad is strung up from the ceiling like a piñata. The gunshot wound in his leg has been half-assed taken care of. No sense in wasting good care on someone who’s bound to die anyway.

“Been a long time, Frank.” Finn shoots me a wink as Keegan closes the door. I return his gesture with a small jerk of my chin. That has to be one hell of a family reunion happening in there. With the soundtrack of Frank’s screams hitting my ears, I head into the room next door for some justice of my won with my brother’s following in right after.

The Puka Shell wearing fucker is strapped to a metal table in the middle of the room, tied up neatly like a Christmas present. His bloodshot eyes watch my every move—waiting, wondering when I’ll strike and this is when the game becomes as easy as breathing for me.

“How’s it going?” I tilt my head to the side, enjoying the sight of him like this a little too much. Shit like this really gets my blood pumping.

The piece of shit’s face hardens and that’s the only tell I need to know my words are having the intended impact. He’s not going to make this easy on himself by any means, but that makes this all that much sweeter for me.

Zane hands me a pair of pruning shears.

“Interesting choice, Z.” I arch an eyebrow at him, but he shrugs it off and goes back to messing with that knot of hair on top of his head. I swear he needs to just cut that shit off already.

Asher stays silent in the corner of the room as he watches me do what I need to do.

I open and close the shears, enjoying the way Puka Shell jumps at the sound of metal grinding together that slices through the air.

“Which finger?”

“What?” His blonde eyebrows shoot up to his forehead. The look on his face would be comical if I wasn’t in the mood to fuck his face up.

“You took my woman. Hurt her and violated her.” I wag a finger at him like I’m scolding a dog for shitting on the carpet. “So, I will ask you again. Which. Finger?”

“Aye. I can still taste her pussy on me tongue. She tastes like berries and cream.” He licks his lips as he spews his word vomit.

Red fills my vision. He’s just lit the match and detonated my fuse. Without a second thought, I slice the pruning shears through all four of his fingers at the same time. He cries like a little bitch, but his pleas fall on deaf ears. I repeat the same move on his other hand, earning me another tirade of screams.

Once I’m finished I step back and admire my handy work. Blood pours out the stumps where his fingers used to be as he wiggles his thumbs that are still attached. “Would y’all look at that. Fucker is all thumbs now.” His eyes start to droop closed and that won’t do for what I have planned. “Hey, don’t pass out on me. We’re just getting started.” I slap his cheeks a couple of times until his eyes open back up.

“Now, normally I would take my time and cut off each finger one by one until you’re about to pass out from the pain or die from blood loss, but my wildcat needs me more.” My lips curl in a smile that doesn’t reach my eyes. “Mercy isn’t a word I know when comes to scum like you.”

“Go to hell!”

“You first. And when you get there you be sure to tell the devil the Savage brothers send their regards.” I bring the shears up, ready to start in on this assholes toes when Asher stops me.

“Why don’t you go upstairs and check on Kelsey? Z and I would like to have a little fun with this piece of shit.” A muscle in Asher’s jaw jerks when he glances in the direction of the table. He needs a piece of this too. The bastard may not have taken Charlee or Lily, but he scared them and to Asher that’s just as bad.

“Okay, big brother.” I hand him the pruning shears and stare back at the table one more time. A part of me wants to stay and continue this, but another part is itching to get out of here and up to the room where Kelsey is. Without a backwards glance, I walk out of the room. “I’m going to see my woman. You two play nice, now.” I curl my lips into a wide smile and whistle the whole way down the hall and up the stairs, knowing he'll be getting exactly what he deserves. And as much as I would like to spend hours down here torturing him, I’ve been away from my girl long enough.

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