Page 82 of Explosive Union

I believe him. I truly believe, with every fiber of my being, that he would never betray me. But if I’m wrong, then Rocco will never live to see another day.

The men take a seat once they're done, and it’s time for me to do my magic. I had debated with myself what I was going to do. This instantly came to mind, and I thought it was too much. Then I realized, when did this bastard care about what I was going through? That pretty much sealed his fate.

My men had very precise instructions of what I wanted, and they came through. They really need a raise. These four men that are with me today have risen through the ranks and become people I can rely on. They’re head and shoulders above the rest, who are still coming to terms with me being the boss. The other men are loyal to me, but they’re figuring out who I am and what type of leader I am. They also have no idea what happened to me, and that’s the way it’s going to stay.

I pull the baton from the bag, a smile playing on the ends of my lips. This is his own one. The very same that he used to beat me and countless other women with. Payback’s a bitch, and this is going to hurt like hell.

Once I have the baton out, I pull out the oil that Lochlann brought and start oiling the baton up.

“Christ,” Hayden growls, and I smile. I should have known he’d be the first one to realize what I had planned.

“I fucking hate when ye do that,” Killian growls. “Want to tell me what I’m missing?”

“Wait and see,” I respond sweetly.

One of the things I asked my men to do for me was to make a hole in the bottom of this chair that Greaves is currently seated on. It’s in the perfect position for me to slip the baton underneath and push up as hard as I can.

“This is going to hurt,” I tell Greaves, praying it breaks him in two.

His eyes widen as I sit on my haunches, and tremors run through his body. But he can’t move. He’s tied tight to the chair. He has to endure what’s about to happen to him, just like I did.

“Mia cara.” Rocco’s voice is filled with humor.

I don’t hesitate; I push the baton through the hole and into his ass.

“Fuck,” he screams, his eyes filling with tears.

“Damn, that is brutal,” Dario says over the bastard's screams.

I pull it out and then plunge it back in, his body resisting it, but with the force I’m using, it has no choice but to get deeper into his anus.

“Take it out,” he screams. His cries fill the bar. “Take. It. The. Fuck. Out.”

I laugh. “Nope. Not a chance in Hell.” I lean forward so I’m close to his face. “How does it feel?” I ask, loving the tears in his eyes and the pain in his voice. “To be vulnerable, and to be the one who’s raped?”

“Cunt,” he yells as I once again thrust it back inside of him.

I merely chuckle. This bastard doesn’t affect me anymore. Hell no.

“Anyone else want a turn?” I ask loudly, and the fucker’s eyes widen. “That’s what you did, right? Passed everyone around?” I whisper, and he shakes his head, his tears and snot dripping from his face. “Enjoy it,” I snarl at him as Hayden steps forward and takes over.

The moment I step back, Rocco’s beside me, his arm around my waist, offering me comfort as Greaves’ cries fill the air. Hayden’s thrusts are much stronger than mine. With each movement, Greaves’ body jolts. Blood seeps from the chair. Good, it means it’s breaking him just as he did to the women of that prison.

Everyone has their turn, their revenge, for what this man did to me. My da is the very last one. His is the most brutal, and I have no doubt that had I let him have a hand in any of the other murders, he’d have been just as brutal. I understand why, and I hate that it hurts him, but I also know that he doesn’t see me as broken anymore.

Once Da’s finished, I step up again. It’s time to end this once and for all. I clean the baton down of any fingerprints. Although, this place is getting torched, so it shouldn’t be too bad. But better safe than sorry. Once I’m finished, I reach for the knife and smile when I see Caolán has given me his to use.

Greaves, even though he’s been crying and is in pain, his cock is fully erect, thick, and ready to burst. Which is good. It’ll make this easier for me and so much more fun for everyone around. I just hope the moment I touch it, he doesn’t explode.

He doesn’t. Thank God. So, I use Caolán’s sharp knife and slice through the skin, muscles, and tendons of his cock. His strangled cry is nothing compared the sharp intakes of breath from the peanut gallery. It takes me a few minutes until I’m finally able to pull his cock away. He’s a bloody mess. From his ass and his cock–well, what’s left of it; it’s more of a stump.

“I sure hope you’re hungry,” I tell him as I pull his head back, his mouth open due to his wails of pain. I shove his cock past his lips and into the back of his mouth.

“Really Jade?” Killian questions, but I can hear the laughter in his voice.

Greaves begins to gag, and I know my job here is done.

“That it?” Dario questions. “You’re not going to kill him?”

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