Page 64 of Savage Craving

Damn, he was enjoying this as much as we all had.

“Oh boys, I have missed this,” he aimed at us. “You’re right, this was the perfect way to celebrate having full mobility back in my arm.”

Viper and I laughed as he draped the chain over Neal’s chest again and wrapped it around his body before he pulled. Neal’s eyes bulged as he felt his body being crushed by the heavy chains.

Blood trickled faster down his nose as he tried to fight off the pain of the chains crushing him.

“Ooh shit,” Chains laughed. “Did I just hear one of your ribs breaking?”

“No fucking way,” I ran over just as Chains pulled again, and yep. The pop of a rib was clear just as I saw bruising appear on his side. “Better hurry up man, that internal bleeding is going to get there before you do.”

“You may be a one pump chump, Savage, but I know how to make it last.”

Viper let out a roar of laughter from his seat by the wall. “Called you on that one.”

I flipped my middle finger at him. “When you have a hot as fuck woman like Shona, you’ll understand.”

“We all have hot as fuck women,” Chains offered. “Learn to control yourself, man.”

I moved back over to where Viper sat. “Since you can’t get a good night’s sleep around here, you know I’m not one pump chump, dick.”

He laughed and we watched on as Chains continued to torture the man who almost cost him his happy ever after. The same man who almost killed his unborn child.

“Should have brought popcorn,” I murmured.

“I mean…I could ask Orla to bring some in. We know she’d be into this.”

The door to the tattoo studio that led into the shed opened and Orla strode over. “You know I was always going to watch.”

We both laughed and pulled a chair over for her to sit on. She threw the bag of chocolates at us that she’d been munching on and headed over to where Chains had pulled his weapon off Neal to give him time to breathe.

“Mind if I have a go?” she asked him.

Chains motioned for her to give it a shot. She pulled a blade from her knee high boots and stabbed it right into his gut. Neal gurgled, shooting forward as she pulled it from his body. Blood spurted from the wound and she knelt down to get in his face. “That was for my girls, you piece of shit.”

Orla dropped the blade onto a nearby table and came to sit down with us. I handed her a rag to clean her hands which she accepted and we watched with glee, eating chocolate, as Chains wrapped his weapon of choice back around Neal’s neck and pulled as tight as he could.

His head turned from red, to bright red, to purple. He struggled as we realised Chains was really going to do it. He was going to pop his head off with the chains. He tied the chains like that before he pushed the button on the wall for the giant hook to descend from the roof. I ran over to help him lift Neal’s twitching body from the seat, cutting through the bindings.

Neal tried to move, but the blood wasn’t flowing, so his body hung limply as his brain tried tocomprehend what was happening. The hook moved up a little bit and let him hang there, his body twitching as he died painfully.

Months of torturing this fucker, and the ultimate honour went to Chains. I knew it had been a hot minute since he had last tortured someone like this, and I saw the glow in his eyes. He didn’t relish the kill as much as me or Viper, but he did enjoy fucking up assholes who deserved it.

He moved behind the wall and came back with a chainsaw.

“You might want to leave,” he issued to us. “This is going to get messy.”

Oh fuck.

Viper and I pushed Orla out of the shed and closed the door just as we heard the chainsaw hum to life.

We were finally back.

Our enemy was done, our main rival MC was done, we had good working relationships with the mafia families…and now I had a woman in my bed every damn night.

“What now?” Viper asked, almost as if he was thinking the same thing.

“Now,” Orla said, smacking him on the chest. “We figure out just what the fuck is taking you so long with locking down that hot piece of ass behind the bar.”

Smirking, I folded my arms over my chest and wondered the same thing.

“Kayleigh?” he balked. “That’s just fun.”

“Bollocks,” Orla and I said in unison.

We both laughed as he stormed off, annoyed that his little secret was out. Now, I just needed to get Shona on side to help us in our plight to have him locked down.

He needed it, we needed it.

“Let him go,” I said to Orla. “I’ve got a woman to please.”