Page 37 of The Devil's Saint

“Watch who you’re fucking talking to, Owl. Have more respect!”

He nods apologetically and walks away before Caleb loses his temper.

Owl should know better. When Caleb erupts, and I mean really erupts, if you’re smart, you’d run the opposite way. I’ve seen him take on men twice his size. No fucks given.

Chapter Fifteen

Ice-coldwaterdripsfromMica’s face onto the concrete floor.

“Wakey, wakey, sunshine.” I slap his face hard a few times to rouse him before pouring more water on his head.

Mica opens his eyes slightly with a pained grimace, water soaking his clothes, making him shiver.

“There he is,” Caleb growls, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head back.

Mica attempts to say something, so being the nice guy that I am, I remove the gag, allowing him to speak.

“You two don’t know the shit storm you’re about to bring down on your house. Everyone you care about and everyone you love will pay for this. Let me go right now, and we’ll say no more about it.”

I backhand him, causing his head to frail, but Caleb’s hold is strong, forcing him to look at me.

I narrow my eyes on Mica. “Now, why would I want to do that? Especially after you just threatened to harm my family?” My fist rears into his jaw before my eyes flit to Caleb. “What do we do to those who threaten our family, brother?”

Caleb releases Mica’s hair, watching me walk over to the bench lined with tools for our disposal. I think about all the nights Lexy has spent curled into a ball, crying herself to sleep. The insatiable need to make him suffer for what he put her through consumes me. He’s going to feel pain like he’s never felt before. I choose a hammer and chisel. Life is a luxury Mica no longer has.

Panic shoots through Mica, blood dripping from his split lip. “Okay, okay.” The more he talks, the more it bleeds, setting my skin on fire.

“You want something. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here.” Mica rushes, his pupils wide. He knows what’s coming. “You want money, drugs, girls? Anything you want. You name it, and it’s yours.”

I dip down until were at eye level with one another.

“I want vengeance.”

“Vengeance?” he repeats like a parrot. “Vengeance for what? I haven’t done anything to you.”

“For killing my grandfather and almost killing the girl I love.”

Caleb’s voice is laced with hatred. “And raping mine.”

“You think we did that?” he shrieks, petrified.

I squat to Mica’s bare feet. “Did your mother ever sing you nursery songs when you were younger?”

Mica recoils his perfectly trimmed toes but doesn’t answer, so I continue.

“Mine did. Do you know what my favorite was?” My head tilts as I watch him closely. “This Little Piggy. Haven’t heard that one? It’s okay, I’ll sing it for you. Might jog your memories.”

Sweat gathers along Mica’s brow, toes wiggling in an attempt to pull his foot back when I grab hold of his shin.

“Hold this for me a second, would you, brother?”

Happy to oblige, Caleb crouches to his knees and grabs Mica’s ankle, pressing down hard so his foot is flat on the cold concrete.

“This little piggy went to the market.” Mica watches with wide eyes as I dance the chisel over his toes. “This little piggy went home.” He pleads out for me to stop. “This little piggy had roast beef.” It doesn’t take a genius to know what’s coming. It’s written all over his sweat-covered face. “This little piggy had none.” Ignoring his cries, I continue, only stopping once the song ends and I land on his last toe.

“And this little piggy went..”

The hammer slams down on his toe with a sickening crunch, and Mica’s screams overpower the song.

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