Page 61 of Revenge of a Queen

Logan insisted that the best plan of action was for him to go into the bar and use his good looks and charm, his words not mine, to lure our target into the bathroom. Elle begrudgingly agreed when we all decided that was a good idea. She sits next to me fidgeting with a laser focus on the bar.

I reach out and grip her hand in mine, “He is going to be fine,” I say trying to placate her, but she just scoffs at me.

“You don’t know that, River. Baizen is a fucking demon. I have every right to be worried,” she snaps back, but I know her tone is more aimed at the situation than me.

Her phone vibrates before I can respond to her. She whips it out faster than anything, reading whatever is on her screen, before blowing out a breath of relief, and cracking a smile as she shows it to me.

Logan: Officially the saggiest balls I have ever fucking seen *gag emoji* come help me get the fat fuck out the back door he is heavy as shit.

She turns to speak to Linc who is behind us, “He needs help getting him out, can you go help him, and I will back the van around?”

“On it,” he is moving before he finishes speaking and pushes past the hog-tied body of Damien Baizen that is ‘sleeping’ peacefully on the van floor. Elle waits until he gets out before she drives around the back entrance and reverses up to the exit there. I can hear Asher tapping away in the back, no doubt wiping any possible camera feeds. Two minutes later the van doors are flung open and Jace moves to help Logan and Lincoln heave the unconscious body of Steven Baizen inside.

We drive for two fucking hours, until we find ourselves in the middle of fucking nowhere. Like seriously, an hour of that was without seeing one other car or main road. I haven’t a clue where we are, but it seems Elle knows exactly where to go. It’s pitch black when we finally stop, but the headlights of the van highlight what looks like a cabin. It looks run down and deserted, like no one has inhabited it in years. It also seems to be our final destination. Elle turns off the engine and climbs out and the others follow suit.

The guys and I drag the two Baizens out of the van and follow Elle as she moves towards the cabin. She pushes open the door, coughing at some dust that escapes. She pulls a flashlight from the bag she is carrying before switching it on and moving inside. We continue after her as she approaches the middle of the room and lifts an old dusty carpet aside, revealing a door in the floor. When she opens it and disappears down it, I look at my brothers who look just as shocked as I do, Asher looks emotionless as always and Logan looks like he is genuinely enjoying himself.

We all move at once to follow her down there, not taking any regard for either of the Baizens as we drag them along. Their heads hit each step of the stairs, as we descend through the door on the floor. Elle flicks on the lights when we get down there and my mouth opens in shock. What the fuck is this place? The whole room is grey concrete, the floor, the walls, even the fucking ceiling. One wall is lined with weapons, some of which I haven’t even got a clue how you would use them.

Elle seems comfortable here, so I know this isn’t the first time she’s been here.

“Damn sis, the improvements look great,” Logan whistles his approval, confirming he has also been here before.

“Yeah, the drain is a particularly good addition,” Asher draws as he surveys things and true to his psycho form, he is smiling sinisterly at some of the weapons hung up.

Elle finally turns around and looks at the five of us, ignoring the two bodies before us completely.

“This is going to be done bloody and without mercy,” she warns, “if you can’t handle that then now is the time to leave,” she gestures to the steps behind us but no one even flinches. That satisfies her and she nods slightly before turning and rummaging around until she finds what she needs.

She hands us all plastic jumpsuits and some gloves, “Suit up, boys.”

She steps into her own suit before pulling on gloves. Then she retrieves some plastic sheeting and starts lining a large area of the floor with it until it is almost fully covered and places a metal chair in the center. She waits until we are all dressed in the stuff, she gave us, before giving us another instruction.

“Little Baizen in the corner for now, put Steven in the chair,” there is no emotion in her voice as she talks, just the fire of revenge in her eyes. She is right, this will be bloody.

Chapter 35

ELLE

By the time Steven Baizen starts to wake from his forced slumber, I’m practically giddy. I have thought about killing each of Elliot’s men multiple times, fantasized about it even. How I would make them squirm, how their blood would squirt from their bodies and how the life would drain from their eyes. So finally having one of them in front of me, is like Christmas coming early.

He wakes slowly at first, his eyes flickering with the struggle to open them, until he tries to move his tied-up arms and startles awake, taking in his surroundings. His eyes focus in and out as he surveys the room with a panicked, confused look at what he finds. It is a bit of a masterpiece if I do say so myself.

The plastic sheeting covers almost everything, we don’t want any pesky evidence being left behind. The walls also have about a hundred images of Captain Baizen in a variety of sickening and compromising positions with children. His legs are tied to the bottom of the chair, his wrists too and the chair has a high back allowing me to strap his head to it also. His eyes dance around the room frantically, until they land on his son in the corner. Damien is still out cold thanks to the extra dose from Logan, but his mere unconscious presence is enough to get Steven flailing.

The guys are all against the back wall, unseen and waiting, watching. They know this is my show to run and not to interfere unless I ask.

“Hello?” Steven croaks out in an uneasy tone and I smother a laugh. Nothing like the brave, predatory Captain now is he.

“Hello, Mr. Baizen,” I answer from the shadows and even though he can’t see me, his gaze still swings to my direction.

“Who...Who, who are you?” his voice trembles slightly, as he stumbles over his words. So pathetic.

I step into the light until my face comes into view and our eyes lock on one another. I watch as his shoulders relax at my presence. A mistake on his part. He recognizes me instantly. It may have been a few years since he has set eyes on me, but I look just like my mother. Steven used to frequent our house on occasion, whenever my father was looking to show off his connections to his bullshit friends.

“Miss King?” his voice sounds a little calmer but still the undertone of panic can be heard and so formal like his son, manners run in the family I see. “What are you doing here?” he adds, trying to look around but failing.

“Why, I am here to do your job for you, Steven,” I reply sweetly, moving closer towards him. I see the moment his eyes drop to take in the coveralls I am wearing over my clothes, he gulps.

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