Page 100 of Verses and Blooms
“What? It’s okay for you to sell them into that fate but not endure it yourself?” he asked.
“H-how are you here? How did you find me?”
“Didn’t you hear the news? I’m a free man now,” Ledger said with a wink. “This was the first part of my plan for retribution. You would have gotten away with it all if you hadn’t touched my mate.”
“He wanted her. Threatened to kill me if I didn’t take her away. I warned him, told him that she was important but he wouldn’t hear of it!” Malik protested.
Ledger chuckled as he stepped forward, pressing the blade to Malik’s wrist and pressing down. It wasn’t pretty, or fast, the sounds that came from the duo were disgusting. By the time he was done Malik was delirious.
Ledger wrapped the wound with duct tape to stop him from dying too soon.
“That was for my girl,” he sang out happily as he smacked the doctor lightly on the cheek. He had stopped screaming halfway through and was simply crying and praying.
“Oh don’t worry, no god will hear you. Not after all you’ve done,” Ledger said. It was the first time his voice was serious.
Malik whimpered but Ledger wasn’t done.
“Do you think it was worth it?” Ledger asked, head cocking to the side.
“No,” Malik sobbed out before fresh screams ripped from him as Ledger began on his second hand. This one was more brutal, Ledger grunting as he worked his way through tendons and bones.
I stepped out when the second hand hit the floor with a thud, blood spurting from the freshly severed wounds.
“You,” he breathed out.
I smiled at him, smug at the fear and shock there.
“But you’re Alliance.”
“I am,” I confirmed. “Let’s just call this a personal hobby. A little something so my pack can feel safe as we move on from this town.”
“People know I’m here!” he cried out. “They’ll come for you.”
I laughed, loud and booming in the warehouse, making him flinch again. the jerky movement pulling his fresh woundsagainst his restraint covering him in a fresh layer of his own blood.
“No one is coming for you, Malik. You were a supplier and nothing more. There will be no more money or allies.”
“Just death,” Ledger finished. “You won’t ever leave this chair while your heart beats in your chest.”
“Please,” he tried again. It had lost steam now and was just the mumblings of a man losing his battle with death.
Ledger handed over his knife and I took it, cocking my hand back and stabbing it right into his crotch. I did it again three times to be safe before plunging it deep into his gut. I left it there and Ledger took it out, wiping it on Malik’s clothes before pocketing it.
The crimson puddle under his chair was spreading by the second. We didn’t have long now.
“Lucky for you, we aren’t into men like you. This is a far nicer fate than you deserve,” Ledger said with a sigh.
He glanced at me before turning and cocking his fist back. The first slam of his fist sent the chair flying back. Ledger followed, blow after blow raining down on what was left of the doctor who found his amusement in the pain of others.
How the tables had turned.
“Stop.”
My voice was a command and he listened immediately, standing up and turning to face me. His chest was heaving, but his face the picture of satisfaction.
Justice had been served. That was all either of us wanted.
“What now?” Ledger asked as he bounced from foot to foot, working out the rest of his adrenaline.
