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Tara deepens the kiss without hesitation and I don’t hold back. Kissing Tara will never get old. She steals the breath from me before giving it right back. It doesn’t take me very long to get lost in our kiss. As I hold her head gently in my hands and swallow the moans she can’t hold back.
“None of that, you two,” my mom says, walking in the living room as I reluctantly pull back from my ol’ lady.
“Cockblocker,” I whisper even though I know my mom will still hear me.
“Yep. Go do what you gotta do. I’m gonna be here with your woman and Paige will be here soon,” my mom says, glaring down at me.
If there’s one woman in this world I’m scared of, it’s my mom. She has the power to put me on my knees with one look. Kind of like the one I’m getting now. Kissing Tara once more, I get off the floor and hug my mom before leaving the house. I can’t help but smile as Ricochet and Kevlar meet me outside.
“What’s got you smilin’?” Ricochet asks, looking at me for a minute before we make our way down the steps and toward our bikes.
“Mom just fuckin’ cockblocked me and then gave me her glare,” I tell them as they both burst out in laughter.
Kevlar is laughing so fucking hard, he’s bent over with his hands on his knees. They can laugh all they fucking want. Our mom has cockblocked all of us at one point or another. They’re just laughing now because it’s not them. Well, their time will come because I plan on sending her down to their houses when I get home in a little while. So, Ricochet and Kevlar will definitely get theirs. Not to mention, I’m sure Kevlar isn’t getting as much as he’d like since the triplets were born. Babies are cockblockers for sure. And that’s after having to wait the six weeks for his woman to heal.
“Let’s get this shit over with,” I say, my voice going cold and hard as I start my bike.
Kevlar and Ricochet finally manage to get themselves under control enough to get on their bikes and start them before we pull out. The three of us park in our spots in front of the clubhouse before I shut down the engine and get off my bike. Kevlar and Ricochet are right on my heels as we make our way inside the clubhouse and through the common room. I don’t greet anyone as they greet me. I’m not here to hang out or anything else with the guys from the club.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see my dad stand from his chair. He joins my brothers and I as we make our way to the door of the basement and head down to where Lucifer is. He’s being held in the last cell of the basement. The bitch is a few down from him. Yeah, they can still talk and shit, but none of us care. Soon, they’ll both be dead and no one will ever hear their voices again. For now, I’m gonna play with Lucifer and make sure he knows that he’s only going to die when I’m ready for it to happen. He’s going to wish for death every fucking day and it won’t happen for him. I haven’t ever taken my time like this with anyone we’ve had in the basement. Now, I’ll get the chance to do what I want.
The Prospect opens the door of the cell for us and steps back. He remains outside the cell while my brothers and dad enter behind me. I take in Lucifer as he hangs from the rafters of the basement. Ricochet and Kevlar have really been working him over. He’s covered in dried blood, bruises, cuts, and one of his eyes is swollen shut. They weren’t too fucking concerned with leaving anything for me. I turn my head and look back at my brothers. They both shrug in response. Yeah, getting Mom to cockblock them is definitely gonna be happening. Fuckers!
“Lucifer, you think you’re so fuckin’ badass. That you can take on the Wild Kings and we aren’t gonna fuckin’ retaliate? You’re gonna take my woman after takin’ my brother’s women and not believe we’ll do a damn thing to you in return. You’re fuckin’ nothin’ but a little bitch. Cedar Bay was never yours to take from us. Lyric and Paige aren’t yours to sell for a debt that doesn’t belong to them. Yeah, we know all about it. And your woman is gonna fuckin’ pay for that just like you’re gonna pay. I’m gonna come down and visit you every fuckin’ day. You’ll beg for death every time you see me. But I’m not gonna kill you until I’m ready,” I promise Lucifer as he watches me move around the room.
The first thing I do is remove my cut. Ricochet takes it from me and hangs it on a hook just outside the door. Removing my shirt, I hand that over to my dad. He slings it over his shoulder and leans back against the wall to watch me get ready to work. I’m standing in front of Lucifer in nothing but my jeans and boots. He watches every move I make. His eyes dart over my shoulder to where I know my brothers are standing with their arms folded across their chests.
“Got nothin’ to say, Lucy?” I taunt him, knowing he’s more than likely been called that by his enemies more than once.
“Fuck you. You’re nothing but a bitch just like your brothers,” Lucifer finally grinds out from between gritted teeth.
“You hear that, boys? Lucy here thinks you’re nothin’ but bitches. You’ve both had your fun with him. Now, I’m gonna show him how much of a bitch he really is. I’ll have him screamin’ my name in a matter of minutes,” I say, not bothering to turn and look at my brothers as I feel the anger radiating off of them.
Walking to the tray that’s already filled with some tools, I take my time picking which one I want. Lucifer continues to watch every move I make. His eyes are drilling into the side of my face as he tries to figure out what I have going on in my mind right now. He’ll never fucking know. The things I want to do to him are things I’ve never wanted to do in my entire life. It didn’t matter who the fuck we had down here, I was content to get my hands dirty and then step back for someone else to take the lead. As long as I knew Venom, Wicked, and everyone else was safe, I was good being a spectator. This bitch touched my woman and the things I want to do to him will make everyone cringe.
“I think we’ll start off relatively easy,” I say more to myself than to anyone else.
Grabbing a pair of pliers from the tray, I slowly walk toward Lucifer where he remains hanging. The chains holding him up are digging into his skin and I hope they do as much damage as the injuries to Tara’s wrists. Nodding to Ricochet, he presses the button to lower Lucifer to the ground. When his feet hit the cement beneath him, his legs give out and the only thing holding him up are the chains. I laugh because it’s funny as fuck to me. Tara managed to walk through the house before her body gave out on her. This bitch can’t even stand on his own two feet.
When the chains are loose enough for me to grab one of Lucifer’s hands, I yank it toward me to see his nails still where they belong. Taking the pliers, I remove them one after another until he doesn’t have a nail left in his fingers. Blood drips from a few fingers and lands on the floor next to him. With another nod of my head, Ricochet presses the button to raise him back up. I stop him when the chains are pulled tight but he’s not out of reach of me.
“The good thing about this bullshit is, we don’t need any information from you. We all know you have no one lookin’ for you and no one was willin’ to work with you after you got your last crew slaughtered and gunned down while you ran like a bitch. It’s funny as hell to me that only you and that skank made it away when your men stayed. They knew the meanin’ of loyalty while you don’t know the meanin’ of shit. You were happy to have them do your dirty work for you while you sat back and reaped the rewards. That’s not how we do things here. We’re loyal to one another and I’d die before lettin’ a man next to me get hurt. That’s one of the many ways you fucked up, Lucy. Another way is that you didn’t do your research on us at all,” I inform him as I use the pliers to remove every one of Lucifer’s teeth.
He struggles and tries to bite me but my fingers are nowhere near his mouth. Kevlar steps up and holds his head steady. He holds him in a way that doesn’t allow him to close his mouth or try to bite me again. Stupid fuck thinks I won’t let my brothers and dad get involved at all. I shake my head at him while focusing on pulling all of his teeth. Once they litter the floor at our feet, I walk back over to the tray and grab a knife that’s laying there. I really want to cut this fucker’s tongue out. And I will. Eventually. Right now, I’m going to cut his face the way that skank scratched up Tara’s face and neck.
The cuts are slightly deeper than what Tara has on her, but not enough that he’ll bleed to death. I skip his neck because I don’t want to have the temptation of slicing his fucking throat and ending this shit right now. Instead, I rip the torn shirt from his body and let it land on the floor. I slice up his chest despite all the bruises and the rest of the damage done to his chest and stomach. He tries to kick out at me and screams as I make one mark after another on his already scarred skin.
“I can do this shit all day long, Lucy. I’m not even breakin’ a fuckin’ sweat. I can see you are though. Now, are we still pussies? My brothers and me are built different than you are. We protect what’s ours and there’s nothin’ we won’t do for them. You might not have been the one to make my girl hurt or put those marks on her, but you stood back and let that stupid bitch mark her. You allowed your guys to put their hands on my sister-in-law. She couldn’t eat for almost two fuckin’ months. I know my brother got his hits in. Now it’s my turn. I love Lyric and Paige like they’re my sisters. My woman got off easy compared to them, but it doesn’t mean I’m still not gonna make your ass suffer for all three of those women,” I growl out as Lucifer continues to howl in pain.
When there’s really no more room to cut up his chest, I move back to the tray and set the knife down. Grabbing the half a lemon and salt, I make my way back over to Lucifer. The last thing I’ll do today is this. I squeeze the lemon just hard enough to get the juices flowing. I rub it all over his skin. He hisses out in pain and tries to hold in his screams. When there isn’t an inch of skin that hasn’t been touched by the lemon juice, I pour salt into my hand and rub it into the open wounds of his chest and stomach. This time, Lucifer can’t hold back and screams while tears fall from his eyes.
Yeah, I know this shit hurts like a bitch. But, I want to make sure there’s something left of him so I’m not going full force ahead. I’m going to hold back so I can play with him for days, weeks, or however long I want. Like I said before, Lucy will know the true meaning of pain and suffering when I’m done with him. He’s not begging and pleading for his life yet, so I’m nowhere done with him.
Walking over to the sink, I wash my hands. Ricochet presses the button to pull him back up so he’s not touching the floor at all. Lucifer screams out in pain and I can only guess that he’s got a dislocated shoulder or something. I start laughing. It seems as if he’s got one more injury I wasn’t expecting. Oh well. Sucks to be Lucy!
The four of us walk back out of the cell and the Prospect closes the door behind us and locks it. Grabbing my cut from the hook where it hangs, I don’t hesitate to walk away from Lucifer for now. I look in the cell holding Lyric and Paige’s mother. She’s laying on the cot and facing the wall and not making a sound. I stop in my tracks to make sure she’s still breathing. When she hears us outside the cell, she turns her head and looks our way. Tears fill her eyes and I glare at her before we continue out of the basement.
I head to my room using the back hallways so no one sees me covered in blood. Unlocking my door, I step inside and take off my jeans and boots. I strip down in the bathroom and leave my clothes in a pile on the floor. They’ll need to be burned once I’m out of my shower. I’m not taking any chances and will also burn the tee-shirt I took off and handed over to my dad. He’ll make sure it gets added to the burn pile as usual.
