Page 42 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
I stop in front of Wrench. “Take that fucker to the warehouse and string him up. Tell the boys to have a ball, but he doesn’t die till I get to him.”
He gives me a quick nod as I walk out of the building with Tracie.
I will make this right, baby.
He will pay.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Tracie
I walk into the warehouse completely regretting my decision to come here. It’s been two days since everything happened and today is the day that they are finally going to kill the bastard. There isn’t one part of me that felt bad when Torch told me that they were taking turns torturing him.
I still can’t get over the fact that he was responsible for my parents’ death. He is a monster in every way possible and he deserves everything he’s gotten.
Torch tried to warn me away from coming. He told me that he isn’t sure I can stomach seeing what he looks like right now. Apparently the guys can get really creative with their torture methods when they want to.
I need to be here. I need to know that he’s gone. I thought I was free of him before and I wasn’t. This time, I need to see for myself that he is really gone for good. That he can never haunt me again.
The stench of burnt flesh and blood hits me and I fight the urge to puke. I don’t have to ask what it is, or rather who it is. We turn a corner and I see him hanging from a metal chain attached to a beam. His shoulders look as if they are dislocated by the way he is hanging. His entire body is covered in marks to the point that I’m not sure I can really see more than a couple inches of unmarked skin at any point on his body.
There is a bucket under him collecting blood as it drips down so they don’t have to worry about cleaning it off the floor when they’re done.
Laid out all over the floors are enough tools to open a small hardware store. Each one covered in dried blood.
A normal person should feel emotion looking at someone in this condition, but I don’t. I hate him so much that I don’t think there is anything that could make me feel for him. He is the very definition of evil. There isn’t one ounce of good in him so he doesn’t deserve an ounce of compassion from me.
I nod at Twisted as he walks in front of Viper.
“Viper, today is the day you will pay the ultimate price for your sins. You have taken multiple members of this family. You’ve attacked and hurt others. You will no longer have an ability to cause anyone harm. It’s time you go to ground.” He nods at Torch.
Apparently Torch asked Twisted if he could be the one to do it. “I have wanted to do this since you dared touch that girl. Death is too good for you, but it’s what we all need.”
With one loud pop Viper’s head falls to the side.
He’s gone.
I take a breath and let myself realize that I can finally feel free of him.
He can’t come back from this.
He’ll never hurt me or anyone I love again.
Torch takes my hand and we walk out of the warehouse. Once we get outside he turns to me. “Are you okay?”
I shake my head. “No, but I will be.”
I wrap my arms around him letting him engulf me.
My shield.
My home.
My love.
Epilogue
Torch
