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“Sup.”

“Moose needs you at Sav’s. Shit bag is outside her building.”

“Got it. I’m on my way.”

He hung up, and I knew it was fucking game time. Lloyd would not leave our clubhouse without some serious injuries or death. We just had to be careful, since there was an ongoing case now.

Fifteen minutes later, the door flew open and my brother’s came in, dragging Lloyd behind them.

I got up and followed them down to the basement. Goose set his phone up and started playingWarriorby Disturbed over the speakers.

He dragged Lloyd down the hallway. Coming to the last stall, he hung him up by the arms with the old meat hooks that hang from the ceiling.

Goose stepped back and nodded toward me.

“Have at it, brother.”

I glared and moved toward Lloyd. He was bleeding from his face and sneered down at me.

“You just couldn’t take a hint, huh? I guess the one beating wasn’t enough for you.”

Goose snickered in the corner behind me. I turned to him and grinned.

“You got that oil?”

He laughed and moved into another stall. Goose came back with a small portable fire pit filled with coals and a bottle of olive oil.

“Let’s fucking get this party started, my man!”

Music blared as we slathered the oil on Lloyd’s feet. He tried to kick, but I held his legs as Goose finished.

We both moved away to get the fire pit ready. Lloyd kicked and scream when he realized what was going on.

“What the fuck? No! You’re all crazy! Please, no!”

Goose just hummed along to the song as he pushed it under Lloyd’s feet. He tried to pull them up, but Goose grabbed them.

“Hawk, grab the ties on the wall and bring them over here. This fucker ain’t getting away with this shit.”

I grabbed the two ties and handed them to Goose as he tied up Lloyd so he was stuck in position. Goose turned to me and smiled.

“What’s next?”

I walked over to his tray of tools and found the pliers. Lloyd was already screaming from the pain in his feet.

Moving behind him, I stood on a stool and grabbed his finger, then pulled his fingernail off.

“Fuck! Fuck! Please! Oh, fuck!”

I threw the bloody fingernail into the fire and started on the next one.

“Now, Lloyd.” Screams of agony pierced my ears, but I kept going. “I thought it was pretty fucking clear the last time we had a chat. You were to stay away from Savannah. But you didn’t do that, did you?”

“Fuck! I’m sorry! Oh god!”

Goose laughed in the corner. “Fucking scumbag. We should kill you, but that would wreck the case. But after…”

Lloyd shook his head. “No! Please! I’m so fucking sorry!”

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