Page 41 of Wrath's Flame
“Do you know who I am?”I ask them, wondering if they have any idea who they've crossed.
Neither speaks; they just shake their heads. Well, at least they're answering me, even if they aren't using their words. That's a good start.
"Well, I'm The Devil's Inferno MC President, Wrath. But more importantly, I’m the partner of the man you spent days beating and stabbing.”
Both their eyes widened in shock. Yeah, they weren't expecting that. For some reason, no one expects members of an MC to be anything other than straight, especially the President. Devil's Inferno is a bit different, especially since my dad learned of my sexuality when I was younger. We accept anyone, no matter who they might prefer in their beds. What does it matter who someone prefers to sleep with? It's not like who they sleep with changes who they are as a person. If a member has an issue, they aren't a member for much longer. That's for sure.
“So anyway, I’m about to show you both why my road name's Wrath, and oh look, you’ve got an audience in that cell over there. That’s a former member, Spot. I don’t know if you’ve heard of him, but he was a mole for your boss. He gets to seefirsthand what I’m going to do to him once I’ve finished with you. Are you excited over there Spot?”I ask gleefully.
He just shakes his head. He looks freaked out, and he should be. He has no idea just how bad this is going to end up being for every prisoner in this room.
Walking over to the empty table close to where Thing One and Two are hanging, I start removing my tools. There's a little of everything in here: brass knuckles, sharp knives, blunt knives, a mallet, and a blow torch. You name it, it's probably in my bag of goodies. I pick up the brass knuckles first. I need some blood on my hands and to get up close and personal, because this is really fucking personal.
“Lift Thing One,”I tell Shadow, pointing to the one hanging to my left.
Shadow chuckles, muttering"Thing fucking One"under his breath as he walks over to the wall and hits the button. Thing One starts to lift, and Shadow stops him when his toes are barely on the ground.
Putting on the brass knuckles, I make my way over and begin punching anywhere I can reach. Over and over, there's blood splattering up my arms and face from where I’ve broken his skin, but I don't stop. He deserves everything I’m unleashing on him.
“Lift the other one,”I tell Shadow. My voice is void of all emotion now. I’ve gone to the place in my head where I no longer have any worries about what I’m doing to another human being. All I want is to inflict as much pain as I possibly can.
Shadow does as I ask, walking in front of Thing Two. I begin the same process all over again. When I get a good punch on his stomach that leaves a nice cut that goes straight through his top to his skin, he wails out,“Please stop,”but I'm not listening to that shit. I'm under no illusions that if Flamehad begged them to stop, they would've; no, they would've just carried on the exact same way I am.
They’re my prey now. After a few more hits, I step back and admire my handy work. Nice. I got some really good blows in there; they’re both already starting to bruise, and they're definitely bleeding nicely.
Walking back to the table, I pick up my mallet. Yeah, this I'm going to enjoy. It's also going to hurt a lot. I'm going to need a hand with what I have planned, though.
“Shadow. Grab a leg and hold it steady for me."I ask.
“I think we need more than me for what you have planned. I don’t feel like being kicked by his other leg while I’m holding him.”Shadow says.
He pulls his phone out and makes a call.
“Hey man, come down to holding. We need a hand.”I hear him ask.
I have no idea who he called, but I don’t care as long as they get here quickly. I don’t want to let up on the pain I’m inflicting. I don't want them to feel any reprieve from the pain.
The door opens minutes later, and Blade enters. It definitely makes sense why Shadow rang my other Enforcer; whatever I do isn't going to surprise him after the things I know he's done in the past.
“Ooooo, I’m missing all the fun. Why didn’t you invite me before now? I’ve never got to watch Prez in action like this before.”He asks with a gleam in his eye as he's eyeing up the damage I’ve already caused.
“Just go grab a leg each on Thing One.”I grit out, getting impatient.
They both go over and grab a leg each. Good, now I can get to work.
“Now hold it straight, Shadow. Don’t let go, please.”I say sweetly to my brother with an evil grin.
He does as I ask, shaking his head at me in the process. Pulling my arm back, I proceed to smash Thing One's knee one, two, three times, and then we all hear it. The sound of his kneecap breaking. Music to my ears.
“Arrrggg. No, please stop.”Thing One cries out in pain.
Ignoring him I look at Blade, who holds the other leg steady for me, with an evil grin on his face. I repeat the process until we hear that kneecap break too. It definitely sounds like music to my ears, if I'm being honest with myself.
Looking up, I see he’s passed out. Both Shadow and Blade move away from him. Fucking pussy fell unconscious after a few shots to his kneecaps. Come on. Where the fuck did Claire even find these guys? They aren’t worth shit.
“Go lower him down, Shadow; I don’t need him dying on me yet.”Shadow rushes over and hits the button to lower him.
“Now, I’m thinking elbows for this one instead of kneecaps. What do you both think?”I ask while swinging my mallet back and forth in front of Thing Two. Watching as his eyes fill with fear.
