Page 57 of Bullet

“We needed the money to pay those four girls, so they’d keep quiet.”

Four? Jesus fucking Christ. I really hoped Lynette was wrong about this, but Donny has assault written all over him.

“It was this party,” Donny whimpers. “We were all drunk. We did some drugs. I don’t even know what the fuck we took, but it was at this guy’s cabin in the mountains. Suddenly, we were outside and there were naked women everywhere, running through the woods. There were some guys yelling about hunting them down. I thought it was a game, I swear. That it was all in fun. That those women wanted to be chased down. I-I thought that it was their kink, you know? That when they screamed to stop and cried, that they were just faking it.”

“You fucking pig!” Raven wrenches the rusted pliers apart, tears open Donny’s shirt, and clamps them onto his nipple,hard.

His screams fill the basement, over and over again, echoing off the concrete walls. It might look like Raven is going to tear his nipple clean off, but I doubt he’s even pinched harder than a regular nipple clamp. It’s the fear that Donny’s feeling more than anything. Raven has supreme control, although I can tell his rage is very real.

Fuck the nipple, I’d like to rip Donny’s entire face off.

“Someone recorded it!” Donny yells, snot, tears, and spittle spraying all over the place. “They blackmailed everyone they could. Most of them paid up, but we’ve only made a partial payment. My dad doesn’t have the cash at hand.”

“How much!” Raven pinches harder, breaking the skin. Blood trickles down Donny’s chest.

“Fifty million,” he cries. “Fifty fucking million, I swear.”

Raven sighs, pushes the other side of Donny’s shirt open, and clamps the pliers on his other nipple.

Donny’s bladder empties for a second time, urine dribbling out over his shiny leather shoes.

Did the guy drink four gallons of water before he came?

“You want to try again? That’s not an amount that anyone would have.” Raven echoes his words, uttered right into Donny’s face, with a pinch of the pliers that sends another trickle of blood down his chest.

“Oh god! Jesus, god! Please don’t! Please! It was eight million dollars. Two for each. We needed the rest of the money to start over again somewhere else, in case those videos ever came to light. They could have made copies. There was no guarantee we’d pay, and it wouldn’t still come out.”

“So your daddy dearest was going to shake down the club for fifty million.”

“Yes! Yes, that’s right.”

“Fifty fucking million.” Raven whistles. “What’s a human body worth, all parts and pieces considered? Maybe we should raise the money by donating each and every one of this piece of shit’s organs.” Raven grins wickedly. “And by donating, I mean selling them on the black market, of course.”

Donny shakes his head so madly he almost headbutts Raven, just like he did me.

“The whole thing with Bullet was just a distraction. Something to keep the club busy in the short term until daddy could get everything arranged,” Raven hisses.

Donny nods, his head drooping pathetically. His face has gone bloodless. This piece of shit better not pass out.

Raven’s already on it. He uncaps a bottle of ice-cold water and splashes it right into Donny’s face. “Stay with us, bro. Your job isn’t nearly done yet. You’re going to call your daddy and let him know where you are. Let him know that the gig’s fucking up, and we are not impressed. Do you understand?”

“Yes!”

“You’re going to drop the charges against Bullet and you’re going to sign whatever it is that we need you to sign. Any and all paperwork that states you are both blackmailing, lying pieces of shit.”

“Yes. Yes, okay.”

“You’re arapist, Donny. You’ll sign to that too, and your daddy will sign papers stating that he knew that and tried to extort money from us to cover it up and to help you flee the country. You or you pappy ever fuck with the club or any of ours again, and that paperwork sees the light of day. He releases documents about this club, and that paperwork goes viral. Do you think you’ll be able to hide anywhere in the world, let alone work or live a normal life after that?”

Donny has gone limp, but he’s awake. His eyes stare at the floor blankly, as if he can’t believe this is real. He’s probably going into shock, the bastard.

Raven grabs Donny’s chin and tilts his face up. “Are we in agreement?”

Donny whimpers, a plaintive, sad little sound, just like him. Sad. Twisted. Disgusting. Pathetic. A man who hunted down women and hurt them.

It takes everything I have in me to remain rooted to the floor and not grab something off that table and jam it right into this asshole’s throat. A slow glance at my club brothers tells me they’re having just as hard a time as I am. We’re all down here, except the prospects guarding the place above with Battle Axe and Odin, seasoned members of this club who know how to watch for a threat, and Wizard, who is monitoring all our security.

Tyrant looks like he wouldn’t be above cutting off a few of Donny’s fingers for good measure, while some of the other guys probably wouldn’t want to stop at just fingers.

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