Page 52 of Concealed Deception

“Get your shit together, or I’ll take you to a desert and leave you there,” I say as his leg bounces up and down in the back of the car.It’s bloody irritating me to no end.“Will you fucking stop!”The car screeches to a halt, Vince misinterpreting my words.

“For fuck’s sake, does anyone have any clarity today or should I get rid of you all to do this myself?”I threaten, knowing Tony won’t like being left out.

“Sorry, boss, I thought you were talking to me.As you were.”Vince has the car moving once again.

“Tony, you need to get rid of her.She’s becoming too big of a distraction for you.”Screw what I thought about the situation, there are no more chances here.

“What?”He scoffs.“If by distraction you mean how I can’t stand her, then sure, consider it done.The feeling’s mutual,” he states.

“Then why the hell is your leg bouncing wildly if it’s not over pussy?”Irritation takes its hold.

“I’m preparing myself for what’s up ahead.Honestly, I should be asking if your head is in the game.This is no different to any other time.”

He’s referring to the little bag of powder he keeps in his pocket—his go-to—and the man Miles has hung up for us to deal with.It’s been a week of dealing with the backlash of my father’s syndicate and we’ve finally gotten our hands on the last man standing.Miles was more than happy to hold him for me.

As we pull up to the disclosed location, two steel gates automatically open.No one would suspect a thing in a spread out, upper-class community like this.With desert tan brick and espresso tiled roof, the two story looks out of place for a consultant company.

We pull up in front of the garage door, where Miles stands next to us at the stone encased entrance with arms folded, wearing a scowl.

“I’d say it's good to see you, but the circumstances of our meetings are never pleasant.Where’s Knox?”Miles looks past Vince to the car when he doesn’t see both of my bodyguards present.

“With Ava.I wasn’t leaving her unattended, and bringing him here would only conjure old memories,” I affirm.

“I wasn’t questioning your motives.It was a simple acknowledgement.He had his reasons for leaving, I won’t hold you accountable.”He gestures for us to move this conversation inside.“I believe the reason you’re here is waiting for you downstairs.The walls are soundproof, and we also have instruments at your disposal.Wes will show you the way.”

We’re met by Wes who takes us downstairs into the dimly lit basement, which has been transformed into a lockup.He doesn’t speak a word as we come to a halt in front of one of the two cell chambers.Hanging by his wrists is the man who thought he could torture and defile women for his own rotten pleasure.One of the seven men who weren’t at the house when it all blew up in William’s face.

“We’ll take it from here.”Wes passes me the cell key as he’s dismissed from obligation.

I unlock the barred gate with building anticipation.Standing before this swine, the need to murder this man for putting his DNA on my woman is overriding every rational thought, not to mention my patience.I’m left with tunnel vision as I watch this motherfucker writhe the same way many other women and girls would because of him and the sick fucks he worked with.

“I don’t know what upsets me more, Seth.That you thought it was okay to put your hands on innocent girls, or putting your hands onmy woman.”He looks up through swollen eyes then spits at my feet.

“I ain’t got nothing to say to you.”His head lolls forward again.

“You don’t have to.You can listen to your own bones as I make them shatter.”I turn toward Tony, who has a handful of implements at the ready.I take the scalpel and pliers first.

“Do you think you still hold the power now, Seth?”I grab his jaw, digging my fingers in as I tilt his head to the side.“Does all the hard work you did for my dipshit father seem worth it?”I keep moving his head around, inspecting my canvas.

Abruptly, I release his head and step back, allowing his chin to drop forward against his chest.

Not a minute later, I’m laying into the piece of shit, using him as a human punching bag.With the tools in my pockets for quick reach, I continue using his head to numb some of my rage.

He’s barely breathing after the first round.

Perfect.

I take out the pliers and start ripping teeth.One by one they twist free, covered in blood and tiny pieces of flesh.The groans coming from his mouth are minimal as he was already exerted when we arrived; his lasting energy fading as he loses blood.

I take a step back, admiring my work, when he chokes and blood splatters over my suit.“That won't do.”I’m not ready for the real torture yet, I’ve only begun having my fun with Seth.I walk beside him, reaching for one of his hands to uncurl his weak fingers.I manage to grip onto what’s barely there and pull.

“Ahh… no…” He screams as I rip not one, but all five of his nails clean off.No matter how hard he fights against me, I have the upper hand.

“You think you can take what belongs to me and put your filth all over her?”I wait for an answer, despite the vast volume of blood loss and him almost passing out.“I’d be thanking your buddies for ratting you out.They squealed louder than firecrackers; it was equally entertaining,” I add.“Do you know what I should be doing?”I pull the scalpel from my other pocket and drop the pliers on the concrete floor.I step back so I’m able to duck into his view, then hold the utensil to his face.“I should remove your eyeballs from their sockets then cut your dick off so you can’t violate anyone again, especially after I send you to Hell.”

I don’t wait.I keep to my promise and do just that, until he’s a dead mass chained to the wall.

“Get someone to come and clean this heap up.I need to get out of here.”Tony and Vince stay silent as I walk past them, hands painted red and not caring for the mess I’m wearing.

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