Page 93 of Bound By Temptation

We tossed him to the floor missing the bikes. Raid and I moved everything out of the way leaving an opened space in the center.

Raid moved over to the workbench and tossed me a rope that grabbed the ladder and I attached to the winch in the middle of the room.

“Buzz. What’s goin’ on? You’ve already shot me. Let me go.” Nick whined and my father landed a savage kick to Nick’s stomach. He cried out and moaned.

“You fuckin’ piece of shit.” My father growled and spit down at his brother. “You’d be best to keep your fuckin’ mouth shut!”

Raid went to Nick and wrapped his hands in rope. We both lifted him and attached him to the hook now hanging from the winch. We hadn’t had to do this in our home before, but we still had what we needed.

We took turns with our fists and feet making him feel every single punch thrown. He cried out.

“As much as we want to finish you off, that would be too nice for what we have planned for you at the clubhouse.” I growled in his ear reached in my pocket and pulled out my pocket knife.

“Can’t stab him where he’ll die.” Raid reminded me and I looked to him rolling my eyes.

“Seriously? Do I look that stupid?”

Raid grinned. “Took you long enough to get with Indie. So stupid is debatable with you.”

“Fucker.” I growled and my dad touched my arm. “Yeah?”

“Want to wait until we get to the clubhouse?” He asked.

My head shook. “No. This is Monroe business.” I pointed to the tattoo that Nick had across his abs. “That needs to come off before we take him. He is not a Monroe. Never will be.” The roar of the bike told me Uncle Breaker was here and it was time to do what we needed to do.

My father nodded as I stepped closer with the knife, Nick’s eyes wild with fear. I soaked it in. Loved it. He needed to fear all of us.

Carving into his skin I removed each letter cutting a circle around each. Blood oozed from him as he screamed and cried. At some point he passed out, which made the last few letters not as much fun to carve out.

“Load him up. They’re waiting for us. I’m riding behind.” My father ordered and Raid and I did just that. Even put some old towels on the wounds to make sure he lived at least for a while longer.

“Get the plastic down first.” It was Raid’s turn to order.

“What the fuck is up with all the orders?”

Raid looked at me rolling his eyes. “Oh dear biker sir. May you please put the plastic down so the SUV isn’t covered in blood?”

My hand shot out and I punched him in the arm. “Stop bein’ a shit.”

A chuckle escaped me. “Let’s get this shit done.”

It took a bit to load him, but once we had him ziptied and rolled up we took off towards the clubhouse.

“You care to tell me what the fuck you were talkin’ about with Indie at the clubhouse? What’s the shit you found out about her?”

Raid who was driving looked over to me and raised his brow. “You don’t know?”

“Yeah. I know. I’m just wantin’ you to repeat everything for the fun of it.” I paused. “Fucker.”

“Figured you’d talked.” He said looking back to the road. “You know she went to college up in Seattle, right?”

“Yeah. Know that.”

“Brother, she had a serious stalker there.”

I turned hard to my brother. “What the fuck?”

“Calm.”

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