Page 69 of Unravelling The Beast

"You're about to find out exactly what I do to rapists in my city."

Without thinking, I plunge the blade deep into his thigh until I feel it strike the bone. I watch as he screams out in agony while tossing his head back, and as I twist it within him, his body shakes, but I proceed calmly.

When I finally release the handle, I leave it in his thigh before I stand and then move back towards the tray.

"You fucked up big time, Cole!"

I discreetly take the baseball bat with both hands and swiftly raise it above my head before driving it down with everything I've got until it connects with the knife still buried in his thigh. As soon as I hear the bone splitting, I lift the bat at an angle and swing it as hard as I can into his knee.

The screams that escape him are bloodcurdling, but I've done this so many times before, or worse, for so many different reasons that the sound of suffering is absolutely meaningless to me now. This is who I am, and this is how I was raised.

I toss the bat to the ground before removing the knife from his leg without warning, prompting another terrifying cry from him.

I slowly move behind him, knife in hand and I pull back on his sweaty, bloodied hair before glancing around the room, making eye contact with every single 'big dog' in here while pointing the knife in their direction.

"Gentleman, you're about to find out exactly why they call me “The Skinner.”

I flash a nasty grin as I speak, looking down at Cole's upside-down face below me.

"Don't worry, Cole, I'll make sure your mom gets your face."

I clutch his hair tightly so he can't move, while I press the blade into his face and carefully carve beneath the flesh to peel his face away.

I'm lying back on my bed, listening to music, when I glance at the time on my phone. It's nearly half past seven, and just as I'm about to place it down beside me, I receive a text from Arlo. My eyes skim over the words as I sit up. I'm confused when I see it's simply an address; what exactly is The Rogue Rooms?

After a little pondering, I decided to respond.

"What's this?"

I get a text back almost instantly.

"It's my club's address. A car will be with you within the hour to collect you."

As I react, I scrunch up my nose.

"Do I get to have a say in this?"

He responds with a single word.

"No."

I sigh and toss my phone on my bed. So much for my calm, quiet night, and since when has Arlo owned a club? What kind of club is it? Oh, god, don't tell me he owns a sex club!

I'm curious as to why he suddenly thought of me going there, but I guess this could be a good opportunity to have a night out and also to see what lies beyond this house in Arlo’s world. I mean, that’s what I wanted, right?

As nervousness and excitement circulate through me, I scoot my ass over the bed and head for my wardrobe. I go through all of my beautiful, luxurious dresses until I find one that will undoubtedly make his dick leak.

I undress and get into some white lace lingerie before slipping a long, silky white dress up my bronzed body.

Iunwind in the VIP area of my club with my men and dad. They laugh, joke and drink around me as I stare down at my phone, keeping a close eye on the time.

I tell myself that I don't really want her here, that I just felt bad that she was all alone in that big, dark house by herself, but that's not the case. I want her here, and I want to see her. If I had a choice, I'd have gone home by now, but my dad and men expect a party every Friday in honor of our violent and criminal wins of the week.

I lift my bourbon to my lips while resting my phone on my thigh with the other before taking a big swig. Cash falls down beside me, full of enthusiasm that I fucking hate.

He holds up an unlit cigar in front of me, and I elevate my chin, signaling for him to put it in my mouth. When he does, I bite on it before he strikes a match and lights up the end for me.

"You seem tense, brother. What's up?"

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