Page 49 of Revenge

“I was there for six years!” My lungs burn with rage, begging me to unleash the monster from its cage. This asshole will pay. “And now it’s your turn.” I kneel down in front of him and he laughs.

“What? You gonna suck my dick,Cabrón? I bet they taught you how to take cock like a good little bitch in prison.” Sweat drips down his forehead as the muscles in his jaw clench. I’d blame the Georgia humidity, but I can see the fear behind his eyes. It’s clear as day now, and I’m going to feed off of every last bit of it.

I take his dick in my hand and squeeze as hard as I can. His screams flood my veins like a drug. It’s not enough. I need a bigger fix. When I’m through, he will know what true fear is. “This is not even close to the pain Lauren felt when you attacked her, you sick piece of shit.” I bring my knife down, slicing into his flesh. Blood fills my hands as it leaves his body and I want to bathe in it.

Mateo tilts his head back and screams, but Zane pushes his head back down, forcing him to watch me slice him apart. “Keep your eyes open. You don’t want to miss this.” Mateo’s screams echo against the night sky as I continue to carve away at him until his severed dick is in my hands. When I look up, I find immense pleasure in the agony written across his face.

“That has to fucking hurt.” Axel winces, but he makes no move to intervene, which is smart. I’m so far gone there’s no way I’m stopping. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I’ve let my monster out to play and he wants more than his pound of flesh. He wants it all.

“Fuck you,” Mateo wheezes like a dying animal. His body is going limp from blood loss, but I’m not done with him yet.

I toss what’s left of his dick onto the ground at his feet before standing to watch the color drain from his face. He deserves every bit of pain I inflict. I want nothing more than to spend the night torturing him, but I’m on a schedule. I tilt my chin in Zane’s direction and he cuts Mateo down, as Axel opens the pen door. Mateo falls to the ground in a limp heap, and the pigs rush in. They waste no time heading devouring the treat I just served up for them.

“The only fucked one here is you.” A smirk spreads across my face as I watch them swarm him, attacking every piece of flesh they can.

“Those fuckers sure can eat.” Axel watches for a brief second before following us out and closing the pen behind him.

I light up a cigarette as we head back to the truck. The sounds of Mateo’s screams hum like music to my ears the entire way.

When we reach the truck, Zane throws his shit in the back and paces. “What the fuck did he mean by that?”

“Yeah. If it ain’t Diego, then who the fuck would do this?” Axel’s face pinches tight. He’s not liking this one bit, and I have to admit neither am I.

“I don’t know.” I blow out a cloud of smoke and hold both of my brother’s stares. “But, we’re going to find out.” Something in my gut tells me Mateo wasn’t lying and the one responsible is even closer than I thought. That thought is like a swift kick in the nuts, but no matter. I’ll be coming for them, whoever they are.

Chapter Thirty

Charlee

My fist is raised ready to bang on the door again when it flies open. I jump back and glare at my babysitter. Anger pulses through my veins like a poison, which is all directed at Carl. He may not have locked me in here, but he’s guilty by association.

His dark eyes take in my flushed state as he leans against the doorjamb with what appears to be a shirt in his hands. “You calmed down enough to come out?”

I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “What do you think? He locked me in my room again, like I’m a damn child.”

He doesn’t even blink an eye at my attitude. “I’ll let you come downstairs if you promise to behave. That means no tryin’ to fight me and no sneakin’ out to steal my car.” He runs his hand through his dreads as he waits for my answer.

“Sure.” Adrenaline floods my system as I prepare to make a run for it. It takes everything I have to keep my voice calm and steady so he doesn’t catch on to my plan, but I must answer too fast because his dark eyes narrow at me.

“Take off your pants, Charlee.”

My body goes ramrod straight at his request. That’s not fucking happening. “Excuse me? I will do no such thing. Besides, my tank top is too short and there’s no way in hell I’m walking around you in just my underwear.”

“You don’t have nothin’ I haven’t seen before.” He snickers.

My hands ball into fists and I’m seconds away from junk punching the asshole.

“Chill the fuck out, woman. I’m not gonna try anything. Asher would have my balls in a vise, and I happen to like them where they are, thank you very much. He also let me know what you did to Axel.” Heat creeps into my cheeks when he brings that up. “Without pants, you can’t get very far now, can ya?” Bastard is smart, but I’m smarter.

I don’t dignify his remark with an answer. Instead, I just stand there glaring back at him in a silent dare to make me.

A few seconds tick by and then he sighs. “Come on, Charlee. I’m doin’ my boy a solid here. Can you work with me a little bit? I really don’t want to have to tie your sweet ass up, but you fuck me on this, and I’ll have no other choice.”

“I won’t. You have my word that I’ll behave.” He doesn’t appear to believe me in the slightest, which is smart because I never do what I’m told.

“Glad to hear it.” He tosses the shirt he’s holding in my face and I catch it before it can smack me. “Put this on.”

“You going to turn around then?” I give in because if I change at least he’ll think I’m cooperating. Like a damn t-shirt can stop me from doing what I want.

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