Page 50 of Property of Mercy
I step into the room and see the man that was our leader and president.The man that was the closest thing we had to a role model, hanging from a hook looking as like a piece of meat.Out of nowhere, a throw star flies past my head, sinking into Relic’s forearm just as a second one flies by my head, finding a home in the thigh of the man beside him.
“I see you’ve really adopted the sharing of your toys thing,” I chuckle.
At the sound of my voice, Relic’s head snaps up, and he’s glaring.“Should have known that my little brother would send in the Monsters to clean up the mess.”
“Oh, he didn’t send us in.We volunteered to make sure that you get the best care possible,” I tell him, making my way over to the table that holds every kind of knife that you could think of.
“Of course you did!So how do you men plan to take me out?The slicey-dicey technique?The scare me to death?Oh, I know—the one-two punches?”Relic crows.
It seems Relic finally fell off the deep end.Picking my favorite flaying knife, I turn slowly and walk over to him.I don’t say anything to him as Blender makes his way over to our other friend and starts passing out punches.The man immediately starts talking, telling us any and everything that he knew about the sex ring.
Relic doesn’t even try to deny or defend himself.I step up to him, taking in the fact that he seems to have let himself go.I take in the inside of his elbow, noting track marks.All the puzzle pieces fall into place.
“It seems I don’t need any answers from you.What’s about to happen is purely to satisfy my need to draw blood.Let’s start with the removal of the club’s patch from your back, one slice at a time,” I tell him, making my way behind him.
“Do your worst, Mercy.You don’t fucking scare me, and I can handle whatever pain you inflict.You’re better off to just kill me now,” Relic gives a half-ass shrug since his hands are tied about his head.
“Oh, that I believe,” I state.“When was the last time you went more than two hours without a fix?”
Relic goes completely rigid.“I’m not on drugs.”
“Tsk, tsk.At this rate, lying is beneath you.The bruises in the crook of your elbow tell a completely different story.I wonder if I’d find bruising between your fingers, or maybe your toes?I’m going to take your patch and then play a couple more fun games until detox takes you away,” I sing song.
I spend the next several hours peeling our club patch off his back like I’m slicing a fish.Then I lower the man down and spend several hours water boarding him.When I take a break, Blender steps in, using Relic and his friend as targets.Blender and I spend three days in the slaughterhouse peeling, slicing, removing body parts, waterboarding, burning, and even working on our stitching before Relic finally goes into full-blown detox.It then takes another two days for it to kill him.
Relic looks up at us just as he’s readying to take his last breath.Blender steps up behind Relic, lifting his head so I can look him in the eye.
“You don’t get to decide when you will take your last breath.That’s up to us.If you had the ability to talk, I would ask if you had any last words for us, but since we took that ability—” I hiss close to his face.
“Blender, are you ready?”I ask him, turning my back to go to my worktable and grab one more blade.
“Do the honors brother, it was your woman he assaulted.Why don’t you do the honors?I’ll finish our other friend here.”Blender’s evil grin even gives me chills.
“I always knew you were my favorite brother,” I say to my blood brother, coming back over to Relic.“Send my condolences to all the other stupid motherfuckers I’ve already sent to hell.”
“Motherfucker, I’m your only goddamn brother,” Blender yells and shakes his head.
Stepping up to Relic with the blade in my hand, I start just below his right ear and pull the knife across his carotid artery, being sure to cut deep enough to sever it as I make my way across his windpipe to the other side.Relic only fights for a moment before he is completely dead.I turn, leaving Blender to finish his games with the other man.I head out of the slaughterhouse, ready to get back to the club and my little lamb.
I make it across town with no problems.Killing my bike after getting parked, I make my way into the clubhouse.I just make it through the door when a body slams into me, jumping into my arms.Cupping her under the ass to be sure that she doesn’t fall, I bury my face in her hair.
“I’m so damn happy you're home.I’ve missed you while you’ve been away.”Ainsley smiles down at me.
Turning, I press her to the wall by the door so I don’t drop her when I wrap my fingers around the column of her throat, pouring everything I have into the kiss I lay on her.She grinds down on me, looking for release.
I pull away from her, smirking.“Come shower with me and we can see how good of a girl you have been.”
She wraps her arms around my neck.“Yes please.”
“See, I keep telling you all that he can look less scary.Look at him, there is a smirk on his face,” Remedy calls across the room, “Don’t get me wrong, that smirk is sinister but it’s still fucking there.”
The brothers all laugh as I throw a bird over my shoulder and Ainsley flings her head back, laughing.
Seems that saving her that day at the bomb site was the best decision I ever made.
EPILOGUE
AINSLEY
