Page 22 of Wrath's Flame
“Someone broke into the garage, but Piston caught them. I'm going over to get some answers. Don't even think about coming with me. I know you're President, but you need to stay here with Cam. I'll go get answers and then come back here. I really need to go and do this. I need to work out some of this aggression I’m feeling. I don’t want to accidentally scare Cam. You focus on Cam for now, please.”I tell him with a pleading smile.
“Okay, that's fair. Just please let me know what's going on and watch your back out there. Now kiss me and go get some answers.”He demands.
I do as he asks, kissing him heatedly before I quickly make my way outside and walk towards the gate where I left my Harley earlier. I let all my anger start to come to the surface; I might as well make use of my feelings on whoever this prick is.
Jumping on my Harley as soon as I get to where I left it, I give a nod to the Prospect at the gate. From this distance, I can't tell who it is tonight. I drive out towards Devil’s Garage. I arrive within ten minutes, getting a clear run, and make my way inside. I see Eagle and Piston standing against the wall with my prey tied to a chair in the middle of the room. I give them a nod hello, but don't speak. I'm in work mode right now. I just walk with purpose towards the chair.
I rip the gag out of the guy’s mouth, and he starts coughing. I'm not here to handle him with care; I'm here for answers.
“What the hell!”He screeches.
“Shhh. You have two choices. The easy or the hard choice. The mood I'm in, I'm really hoping that you pick the hard way.”I say, my voice filled with venom.
“I'm not telling you anything.”He replies, but he doesn't look confident.
I can't help the laugh I release, and I know it doesn't sound humorous; it sounds downright sadistic. I notice him flinching. Good, he really should be scared right now. I'm not an Enforcer for nothing.
“Hard way it is then,”I say as I grab my knife from the sheath on my thigh.
Slowly, I drag it up his arm and then the other, not yet cutting. His eyes are filled with fear. He has no clue what I'm going to do.
“All I want to know is why you broke in here."I say as I quickly grab his left hand and use my knife to repeatedly slice through all the joints of his fingers.
He's screaming his head off already, and I've only just started. I'm not even doing anything that painful yet. This shouldn't take long at all based on his reactions; he definitely doesn’t have the willpower to hold back while being tortured. Good news for getting answers, I suppose.
I look at him and raise a brow to see if he's ready to talk yet, and he's shaking his head no. So I grab his right hand and repeat what I just did to his left. He’s already crying, snot dripping down his face. I can't help the cruel grin that crosses my face.
“Hey Piston, we got a blowtorch in here; I forgot to grab my bag of toys when I was leaving,”I ask.
I hear chuckling behind me.
Piston replies, "Yeah, of course this is a garage after all; I'll grab it for you now.”
My prisoner's thrashing in his chair, trying to escape. I just stand in front of him with my arms crossed. He's not going anywhere; he's secured to the chair far too well for that. We're not stupid; we know how to properly tie someone up. I can hear Piston moving closer, but I don't take my attention away from the guy tied up.
“Here you go, Flame,”Piston says as he hands me the blow torch.
“Thanks,”I say, quickly turning it on and stepping towards the chair.
“Last chance, anything to say?”I ask as I grab his hand and slowly move the torch towards his palm, which is covered in blood.
“STOP!”He screams at the first touch of the flame.“I'll tell you everything.”
I just raise an eyebrow and wait. Seriously, this guy's weak as shit; I've hardly even started playing yet. He's got seconds to speak before I go back to what I was doing. I'm not messing around.
“I was paid $300 by this guy I met to break in here, cause as much damage as possible, and hurt anyone who was inside. He told me the owners of the place had harmed his girlfriend, and she wanted some revenge. It was easy money, man. I didn't realize it was fucking owned by a bunch of bikers; I'm not from here. I live a few towns over in Royal Creek.”He rattles off.
“Any names?”I ask
“No, he just called her his woman or girlfriend and told me to call him boss. I promise, that's all I know. Please, I've told you everything; let me go.”
Looking into his eyes, I can see he's told me everything he knows. Spinning around, I nod at Eagle and Piston before walking towards the bathroom to wash my hands.
“He's all yours. He knows nothing else.”I tell them as I pass them.
He's theirs to do with what they wish now; I got the answers I needed, and I have a family to get back to.
“Thanks, man.”Piston shouts, so I can still hear him in the bathroom.
