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Marley
This ismy first time being atthe barn. I’m not surprised they have a place like this. A secluded place where they can hold people prisoner and torture them if and when necessary. The Cartel didn’t have a designated place for torture. They didn’t care where it happened at. Those guys were always itching to fuck someone up no matter who it was or where they did it.
The Savage Menaces are smart about it. Though, I guess they have to be. They’re more than the club. They’re family. They do what they can to keep each other and themselves out of jail. The men under Rodrigo were the furthest thing from a family. They would screw each other over if it meant they would be the next top guy.
Walking into the barn, my heart begins to race. Rascal must be able to sense it because his arm around me tightens. He has a way of reading my emotions and knowing what I need without me saying anything. I’ve never had someone like that and I honestly love it. Plus, he knows how to handle my attitude. My attitude alone has been enough to scare other guys away.
“Remember, if at anytime you want to leave, just say the word.” Rascal whispers in my ear. I nod my head in response.
In the middle of the barn, sitting in a wooden chair with his back facing us, is Rodrigo. His hands are zip-tied to the arms of the chair while his ankles are zip-tied to the legs. He’s shirtless and his feet are bare. Ratchet and Saint are standing in front of Rodrigo. They have a table of knives, a blow torch and other tools off to the side. Ratchet lifts his head, his eyes landing on Rascal.
“Oh, good. Now we can get started.” A sinister smirk crosses Ratchet’s face.
Rascal gives me one more look before walking over to them.
“Rodrigo, the man of the hour.” Rascal growls out. “Let’s have a little chat. Shall we?”
“Fuck you.” Rodrigo spits out.
“Exactly how I expected this to go.” Rascal chuckles. He moves to the table, his eyes scanning his options. He picks up a pair of poultry scissors and walks back to Rodrigo. Rascal goes straight for Rodrigo’s pinky, snipping it off like it’s nothing. I don’t so much as flinch at the action.
“Ah!Hijo de puta,” Rodrigo cries out.
Ratchet moves in, cauterizing the wound.
“If you think it’s going to be that easy, think again.” Rodrigo grits out.
“We have plenty of time,” Rascal assures him. He moves to Rodrigo’s other hand, instantly cutting off his other pinky. Rodrigo howls out in pain, trying to pull his hand free. Again, Ratchet moves in behind Rascal to cauterize the wound.
“For our first order of business, why did you take Marley,” Rascal asks Rodrigo. My heartbeat picks up it’s pace.
“Go to Hell,” Rodrigo spits out.
“Wrong answer.” Rascal cuts off another finger and Rodrigo screams out. Ratchet waits before cauterizing this one. This continues for two more fingers before Rascal sets the scissors down. He glances at the selection of tools, contemplating what to use next. He finally picks up the blowtorch.
Lighting it with a sinister smirk, he crouches down and runs the flame along the side of Rodrigo’s foot. The screams are deafening. Rascal pulls it back for a second.
“Alright, alright,” Rodrigo screams. “I’ll talk!”
Turning off the blowtorch, Rascal sets it down. He stands in front of Rodrigo, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I wanted her to replace her mother.” Rodrigo admits. “The first time I took her, I had every intention of breaking her in, making her submissive. No matter what we tried, the bitch wouldn’t break.”
Anger fills inside me. I want to rush over to him and rip his throat out.
“She somehow managed to escape. I blamed it on one of my weaker men. At first, she was difficult to track down, but it didn’t take long. When she made her way to your clubhouse, I knew it would only be a matter of time before she came face to face with her father. Thus, my new plan unfolded. I would use her to lure Nikolay Kalashnik out, so he could watch the daughter he never knew die, before I killed him,” Rodrigo explains.
The more he talks, the stronger the urge to drive a knife into his heart becomes. This man doesn’t deserve to live another day.
“What’s your beef with Nikolay,” Rascal asks.
“He stole my precious Jennifer from me.” Rodrigo seethes. “The cunt chose that piece of shit over me!”
“So you killed her?”
“I let Eduardo and my men take turns with her. When they were done, Eduardo slit her pretty little throat, making sure he told her it was for choosing the Russian over me and that her daughter wouldn’t get a choice.” Rodrigo’s maniac laugh fills the barn.
