Page 55 of Smooth As Whiskey

Then, I didn’t hesitate to press it into the man’s bare chest.

His cries of pain were like the sweetest notes I’d ever heard, but nothing compared to the sounds of my woman and my little girl.

Once the scent of burning flesh filled the room, I removed the branding iron.

And there, on his chest, read two words, “Cunt Waffle.”

I handed the branding iron back to Creature, and then I pulled my knife from the waistband of my jeans, and then I moved.

With the knife, I carved his eyes from their sockets and then tossed them to the ground, and for good measure, while he was screaming and writhing in pain, I stomped on them.

With that done, I sneered at the bastard, “You know, I think you’re a pussy. Because I watched a man lose his hand, and not once did he utter a sound but did grit his teeth. Now that I think about it, I want to find out.”

Then I used that same knife and cut at the material he was wearing until I revealed his boxers.

Then I cut that material away until his small pencil dick could be seen.

I laughed at the sight of it, as did my brothers.

And then, once I sobered up, I said, “I wish Sutton’s mother never would have met you. One, she wouldn’t be left unsatisfied after you put that small fucking eraser in her. But then again...I may never have met Sutton. That would have been a travesty because she’s the air I need to breathe.”

Then I smiled, and with my gloved hand, I moved his eraser... umm, his dick out of the way, and then I cut his balls from his body.

Then I looked at Creature, “Think you can go find me a towel?”

He nodded, then left the room and returned moments later with a white one. Fucking funny.

“Umm, Irish, what the fuck are you doing?” Pipe asked.

I looked at him, then looked at the rest of my brothers who had come with me, and said, “It’s my birthday present to Sutton.”

Then, I grabbed a white towel, dropped the fucker’s balls in it, and wrapped it up.

Then and only then, through the man’s bellowed rages of pain, I wiped my knife off, then pulled my gun out and said, “This was all for Sutton. There’s no limit to the depths of depravity I won’t go to for her.”

Then I fired my gun, as did the rest of my brothers.

In a split second later, the man stopped breathing.

Then I ransacked through his office and fired at the safe.

Once I got it open, I looked through it.

And when my eyes landed on the ruby-red tennis bracelet. I grinned.

With the package for Sutton in my hand, I walked into the clubhouse, scanned the room for my gorgeous woman, and made a beeline for her.

Thankfully, Maisie wasn’t in there.

“Happy early birthday, Sutton,” and with that, I laid the towel-wrapped gift in front of her.

She scrunched her nose, “What is it?”

“Hang on, I’m not done,” I told her as I pulled the bracelet that was her mother’s out of my pocket.

I tagged her wrist and then slid it on.

She had tears running down her cheeks, but I grinned, and then I tilted my head to the towel.

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