Page 27 of Dylan's Dad
Sin, who’s been quiet this whole time, finally speaks. “No choice.” His voice is rough, clipped.
I swallow hard. “I should go to him.” The words leave my mouth before I can think them through. “He shouldn’t have to do this alone.”
Stallion’s brows pull together. “Lola—”
“I mean it.” I push forward, ignoring the way my ribs protest. “He might not say it, but this is going to change him. I should be there.”
Sin shakes his head. “No.”
I look to Stallion, hoping for a different response, but his expression is already set. “You’re not going.”
Frustration swells in my chest. “Why not?”
“Because he wouldn’t let you.” Stallion’s voice is firm, but there’s something softer beneath it. “And you don’t need to see that.”
I grit my teeth. “He needs someone.”
Stallion sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “That’s why I’ll be there.”
I blink, caught off guard. “You?”
He nods. “He won’t ask, but yeah. He needs someone.” His jaw tightens. “I won’t let him walk out of there alone.”
Relief and unease war inside me. At least someone will be with him. Someone who won’t let him drown in whatever this does to him.
I swallow past the lump in my throat and whisper, “Thank you.”
Stallion nods once, then pushes to his feet. “Try to get some rest, Darlin’.”
But I know there won’t be any sleep for me tonight. Because no matter how much I want to pretend otherwise, by the time Reaper comes back, something inside him will be different.
Reaper
Leaving Lola right now was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do but I need this to be done. I need to finish this once and for all. I enter the hidden basement entrance at the club and descend down into what we call the cave. The main purpose of the cave is to torture or murder people who have become problems for the club. Reaching the last step, I see Dylan strung up by the wrists from the ceiling. Honestly I thought this would be harder for me but when I look at him I no longer see my son, I see a monster.
“Hey there, Pops.” Dylan taunts. “How do you like my sloppy seconds?” He laughs and I snap. Lurching forward I slammy fist into his ribs hearing an audible crack. I smile when his breaths are more like wheezing.
“Keep talking, shit head. The more you piss me off the longer I’ll draw out your suffering.” Hey look at that. He shut right the fuck up. I know the smile plastered on my face is not a kind one, it’s purely malicious. I walk over to the ‘tools’ we keep just for this situation and eye my selection. Grabbing a straight razor, I think this will help me savor this. Returning to Dylan I slice my first two-inch piece of skin off, to the sounds of Dylan wailing like a dying cat. I drop the flesh to the ground with a sickening squelching noise.
When I bring the razor back to his skin, “Just get it over with already. I know you won’t kill me, I am your son. So, let’s skip the theatrics.”
I raise my brows, “Oh, so now I’m your father? When to me you are now just an abuser and a rapist. My son is dead. You mean nothing to me. You hurt Lola not once but twice while she was under club protection and you went against club code. You may have never been a member but you were raised in this club you knew better.”
I can see the fear sinking in with the realization that he will not walk out of here. “You are really going to kill me, your own flesh and blood, over some whore who isn’t even worth. . .”
I swing my arm across his abdomen cutting off his words with the slice of the razor. His screams are pitiful. “Say anything else about her and I will take your tongue next.” As the room filled with the pungent smell of blood and the echoes of Dylan's agonized screams, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and revulsion. This was not how I envisioned my life as a father, as a member of the club. But sometimes, circumstances force you to make unthinkable choices.
I leaned in closer to Dylan's trembling form, his eyes wide with terror. "You think I won't do it? You think I won't takeeverything from you like you took everything from her?" My voice dripped with venom, each word a piercing shard aimed at his already shattered psyche.
My hand trembles as I wipe the blood-stained razor on my pants, relishing in the power coursing through my veins. As I step back to admire my handiwork, a perverse satisfaction lingers within me. Dylan's once handsome face is now marred by deep gashes, his body covered in crimson streaks like an abstract masterpiece painted with his own torment.
He starts a choked laughing noise and still my hands. “You love her.” His laughing becomes more maniacal. “You are a fool. She was screwing you while she was with me. You think she will be loyal to you?”
I grip his face in one hand digging into the cuts I made there. “She wasn’t fucking me while you were together. After what you did to her, my brother’s took her away from you to protect her but me, I was still in prison. I didn’t even see her till the day I got out. As for her loyalty that is something that is earned and I can guarantee you never earned hers.”
“You expect me to believe that! I saw you fucking her the day after you got out and it definitely didn’t look like it was the first time.”
“I don't give a fuck what you believe!” I snarled. “But I made a promise to you.” With a firm grip on his jaw, I inserted the razor into his mouth and somehow managed to cut his tongue free. As I removed the razor, my grip on his head loosened and it slumped forward, causing him to gag and spit out a chunk of bloody tissue. The scent of iron filled the air as blood gushed from the wound in his mouth. I knew that the clock had begun ticking toward his death now, my final act sealing his fate. The deep cut would lead to significant blood loss and I was over this game of cat and mouse. Without hesitation, I pulled down his pants and made my final move, slicing his manhood from hisbody with one smooth stroke of the blade. "Goodbye, Dylan," I said coldly before turning and walking away from the room, leaving him to bleed out and meet his end alone. The room felt heavy with the weight of violence and vengeance as I made my exit back up the stairs.
