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I look at Ruchen and Ansel. They nod, and the real fun begins. Torturing Dukes and killing them is inked in my DNA. It is as easy as breathing. After putting the scorpions back in their terrariums, I yank my knife out from the Duke’s thigh, and I cut off his nipples. Not that he will need them anyway. When Roy screams, I hit him in the mouth with the back of the knife’s handle.
“What is the bitc h hiding?” I ask.
When no reply comes, I grab the pliers and start yanking his nails. I take my time, making it as painful as possible. Rueben might be on the verge of madness, but when it comes to torture, I am more ruthless than him. The beating the bitc h received from me is nothing compared with what I will do to Roy.
“Ansel, give me the eye speculum,” I say. Roy turns pale. “You better start talking m o t h e r f u c k e r, or else I will have you
eat your eyes.”
Rueben holds Roy’s head while I put the speculum around it, forcing his eye wide open. “F u c k you, Lord.”
“I tried,” I say as I grab some needles from my torture kit. It is amazing how much damage these little f u c k e r s can make. Grabbing the Duke’s chin, I bring one of the needles as close as possible to his eye. Rueben is still holding his head, but I wish he would let go because I know Roy will try to do something stupid. I move the needle closer until the tip pokes his pupil, making him scream.
“Tell me what I want to know, and the pain will stop,” I say.
“You think leaving me blind will make me speak. Tick, tock. It won’t be long now,” Roy grunts.
If being blind won’t crac k him open, then something else will. Being the moth e r f u c k e r I am, I give Roy new nails made from needles.
Roy spits on my face. “You think this is torture?”
I clean my face. The urge to yank out his eyes is huge, but I control myself. Instead, I cut off the lobe of his left ear. When I torture someone, I do all kinds of terrible things to them, especially if it’s a Duke. “I am only beginning. Ansel, Rueben, give me a hand.”
Ansel and Rueben untic Roy and force him on his stand I yank down his pants. Grabbing something from the
torture kit, I show it to Roy, “Do you know what this is?”
“A pepper?”
“Ah, but what type of pepper?”
Roy swallows hard. “How should I know? I don’t really like s p i c y stuff.”
I smile like the Grinch. “A Carolina Reaper.”
“Are you going to make me eat it?” Roy wants to know.
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“More or less.”
I break the skin of the pepper and shove it into Roy’s as s. The screams start almost immediately. If I really wanted, I would have made Roy talk by now, but he deserves to f u c k i n g suffer for hitting my woman. Ansel and Ruchen put Boy back on the chair and we tie him before I put duct tape around his mouth. My ears are bleeding because of how loud he is screaming
“What now?” Ansel asks.
After I make sure Roy won’t bleed to death, I say, “We will leave him like this until morning.”
This time, real dread appears on Roy’s face. He pulls on the restraints but can’t escape. He knows it but still fights.
I leave the eye speculum on. By morning, Roy will be the one who will want to claw out his eyes. We grab our coats, turn off the light in the shed, and we leave.
“Where is Diva?” Rueben asks.
“I left her in the bar in case someone tried anything funny,” I explain.
“Let’s check the farm and the surroundings. I don’t want to be caught off guard again,” Rueben says.
“Mose has to see you.” Ansel says to Rueben.
“After I make sure Diva is alright,” Rueben dismissed our concerns.
Knowing how stubborn Rueben can be, I decide not to insist. If he faints in the snow it’s on him.
We make our way to the barn when a loud explosion comes from the guest house. We fall to the ground but quickly get up. The front part of the house is gone, while the rest is on fire.
My heart stills for a moment.
Tick, tock.
Roy
put a fking bomb in the house, and I never bothered to check because I was blinded by rage.
Half of my family was in that house. The link is still there, but for how long?
Ansel starts running. “Olivia!” He sounds… desperate.
I am concerned for Mose and Jasper, not for that bitc h. I rush to the house, hoping to save my blood-brothers, Rueben. is by my side, as usual,
“Olivia!” Ansel yells as he enters what is left of the house. Rueben and I follow him..
The kitchen is mostly gone and wooden beams block the hallway. There is no way we can remove them in time.
“Jasper! Mose!” I scream.
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A moment later, Jasper’s voice comes from the room. “We are alive, but Mose was hurt. We are getting out through the window. The explosion shattered thein.”
Without wasting any time, I get out and go where the windows are. Mose is already out. He has a nasty cut across the left part of his face, from his jaw all the way up to his forehead. Jasper helps the bitch get out and the moment her feet touch the snow, I grab her by her hair and slam her into the wall, face first. My demon snarls in anger, hate spreading through my veins. He hates her as much as I do.
“You knew about this,” I snarl into her ear, accusing her of working with the Duke. “You will join your buddy, Roy, and
Jasper and Ansel peel me off the bit c h.
“What the f u c k is wrong with you?” Jasper barks at me while Ansel is making sure the bit c h is alright.
“This is all her doing!” To her, I say, “What the f u c k are you hiding from Jason, and who the hell is Spencer?”