Page 44 of Remy

“You know how you want to handle this?” Gunner asks.

“Yeah. I’m gonna make him suffer the same way she did.”

“Good. I’m all here for that,” he tells me, slapping a hand on my shoulder. We walk back down the block and climb on our bikes, revving them as we pull out onto the road and take off.

There’s that goddamn anticipation again. It sits heavily in the pit of my stomach because I know I’m going to take his ass out. I’m going to take him down, and it’s all for her. No, not just Tianna. For Charlie, too. For the little girl who was snatched away from her mom. She deserves this, too.

We ride back to the clubhouse, and the van pulls around back so that we can get the motherfucker inside. I climb off my bike and walk in the front door when I see Kiki and Charlie. I head straight for them. Charlie grins as I take her from Kiki and hold her in my arms.

“Did you miss Daddy?” I ask her. She babbles, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I talk to her for a few minutes and just take her in. She’s everything I could have ever wanted. This little girl means the world to me, and she already has my heart in the palm of her little hand.

“You know you’re a good girl, right? And you know Daddy would do anything for you?” I ask her while she grabs at my face. “I’m gonna make this all better, Charlie. I’m gonna make him suffer for ever puttin’ his hands on you.” Charlie keeps babbling as I pull her close and press a kiss to her cheek before passing her back to Kiki.

“I don’t want her seein’ me when I come back up,” I tell her.

“No problem. We’ll hang out in the room.”

“Thank you, Kiki.” She gives me a smile before carrying Charlie off down the hall. Now it’s my time to shine. I crack my knuckles and head for the basement, ready to start this shit.

I rush down the steps as I listen to the asshole scream for help. It’s a little late for that. He should have been screaming at his house while he was trying to be so stoic. Not that it would have done him any good, but he could have tried.

I round the corner to see him sitting naked on the chair with his arms bound behind his back.

“You can’t do this!” he screams at me.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want. Isn’t that what you did to her?” I ask him, cocking my head to the side.

“Don’t do this. I can pay you!”

“Your money doesn’t mean shit to me, and I think you know that.” I nod my head at Locke since he already knows the plan. He grabs the asshole and unties his hands before jerking him off the chair and dragging him toward the table. He fights him the whole way as I watch and smirk.

“You took somethin’ from her, and now I’m gonna repay the favor,” I tell him. Hodge moves to help Locke get him on the table on his back, tying his arms and legs down. I walk over slowly and smile down at him.

“You can’t do this!”

“I can do this, and I will do this. I thought about gaggin’ you, but what fun would that be? I want to hear you scream the way I’m sure she screamed,” I tell him.

“I didn’t do anything she didn’t want!

“She didn’t want it! None of it, you lyin’ bastard.” I move to the end of the table and grab the hammer. His eyes widen as he watches me not knowing what I’m about to do. The guys know. And so, without me telling them, they pull his legs apart, and I move in.

I shove the handle of the hammer up his ass without warning him. He screams as I violate his ass the way he let them violate Tianna. I fuck him hard with the hammer handle, knowing the fucking slivers will stick inside him.

“Stop! God, stop!” He cries. I don’t stop. I keep going. I force the handle into him harder and further until I’ve heard enough of his screaming. I stop, but I don’t remove the handle from his ass.

I move around the table and stand next to his head.

“Did she scream like that?” I ask him as tears run down his cheeks. “Did she?”

“No! She was fucking drugged!” He yells at me.

“Too bad you’re not gonna be.” I move away from him and grab the metal bucket as Hodge moves to grab the rats. Locke gets the blowtorch, and we stand around him while he looks between us.

“What are you doing with that?” he asks in a panic. I tip the bucket and set it over his cock while Hodge shoves the rats under it. Then, I put on a welding glove and hold the bucket in place while Locke heats it. You get where this is going. He knows where this is going.

“Stop! Oh fuck, stop!” he screams. His screams pierce the whole fucking basement, and I’d be surprised if they didn’t hear it upstairs. Once the rats are riled up and chewing on his cock, we back away and let them do their thing.

Brad continues to scream as the three of us smirk and walk away.

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