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I only vaguely notice Rague turning my way because I’m too focused on my target. I dart in front of Scorpion, and pulling my arm back, I deliver a powerful punch to his face. The sound of bone hitting bone spurs me on, and I keep giving it to him, pummeling the fucker’s chest and face, pouring all my wrath on him. He doesn’t deserve mercy, not after what he did to my brother and those other boys. He deserves to suffer and scream and bleed.
When I stop, I feel drops of sweat running down my spine and on the side of my face. Scorpion is a bloody mess, broken jaw and cheek, black swollen eyes, red saliva dripping out of his split lips. His torso is a patchwork of bruises.
The smell of iron and piss hits my nose, and I take a couple of steps back, realizing there’s a yellow pool under him. My back hits a wall of muscle, and I jerk forward before realizing it’s Rague. Fuck, I’m edgy. He wraps a strong arm around me and kisses my head so fucking sweetly.
“Better?” he asks, nose nuzzling my hair.
“No,” I croak. “I need more.” The confession leaves my lips when my gaze falls on Lenny. I want to fucking obliterate him.
“Have at it, kitty.”
“We need answers, guys. Have your revenge, but leave him with his tongue and some teeth to talk,” Gabe says from his position on the other side of the room. He’s here to intervene if Rague needs him to since this is a revenge kill for him. They really follow Linda’s code.
I find myself smirking at him. “I’ll do my best.” I’m actually feeling good about this. I never enjoyed fighting, not only because Dick forced me and took all the money I earned from it, but I also found it meaningless. But this? This has a meaning. It’s for Sully and all the poor boys before him.
Rague lifts my scraped, bloody knuckles and tuts. “No more hurting yourself. Choose from the tray.”
He means the table on our left filled with different kinds oftools:knives, axes, a gun, a machete, a saw. I pucker my lips at them and grab the two silver brass knuckles.
“I’m not here to torture, just need to give back what they forced on Sully,” I explain.
“Whatever you need, ” Rague tells me. He eases back and chooses a knife from the tray. Then he proceeds to slap Lenny so hard that his face twists almost all the way back.
The blond fucker moans and starts waking up. Rague moves to the other guy on the chair and gives him the same wake-up call.
Lenny opens his eyes, frowning when he tries to move his hands. He looks down at his naked body and then up at me. At the room. Rague. The people behind the glass wall, pausing on Rami—who waves at him with a happy smile—and back at me.
“What the fuck?” he utters, and hearing his indignant voice compels me to slam my brass-knuckled fist right into his nose. The disturbing cracking sound of the bone breaking makes me flinch. I know that noise well, usually coming from my body.
When I was hitting Scorpion, I was lost in my rage, didn’t care about anything but fucking him up. Now, though my anger is still hitting the roof, I’m also utterly conscious of what I’m doing. But Sully’s battered face is imprinted in my mind, and I let myself enjoy Lenny’s moan.
“Is this some kind of revenge for Sully?” he pants, darting an angry look at me. I grab his hair and throw another punch, feeling the metal sinking into his skin before hitting bone.
“Don’t you dare say his name. You almost killed him! And for what? A video that will get you some extra bucks, you sick bag of shit?” I hiss in his face.
“It should have been you in that shipping container, not your little brother. What happened to him it’s on you,” Lenny throws at me, and I reply with my fist right on his jaw again. It doesn’t make him stop talking, though. “It was Richard’s idea to use you. He was so eager to see you die, he even wanted to be part of it.” He lets out a short, bitter laugh. “Did you find our plan out? Is that why you got rid of him first?”
“The boys you killed, did Dick choose them as well?” I ask him, ignoring his question.
Lenny snorts.
“The Phoenix did, then.” His eyes widen at hearing the name. “How do they choose?”
Rague’s growling makes me check on him. His face is void of any emotion as he twists the guy’s wrist until the snap of the bone resounds in the room. A high wail tears from the donor’s throat.
“You like to watch boys getting beaten to death,” Rague snarls, making the guy tremble like a leaf in the breeze.
“Sss-orry,” he sputters from his gaping mouth. But Rague doesn’t seem to hear or care, and he stabs the knife in the guy’s shoulder. He has only a moment for the shock to register on his face before I can see agony contort his features.
I feel quite blasé about what I’m witnessing. I’ve seen violence perpetuated by Dick and his friends too many times. But right now, the person hurting actually deserves it. Because this guy was behind the camera filming Sully being attacked, and he didn't do anything to help him.
His screams devolve into sobs and hysterical whimpers when Rague wraps his fingers around the handsaw.
“Tell me how the Phoenix choose and Hulk won’t use the saw on you.”
Lenny curls up his lips showing me his teeth. “He made a website to lure them in. Don’t know what kind. But that’s how he chooses them.”
A website, shit! And the Phoenix is ahe.
