His eyes widened in response to what I’d said. Apparently, he hadn’t been aware of just how fucked up his boss was.
He shook his head, flinging the blood that ran from his nose and forehead. “I didn’t know about any of that. I swear!”
I shook my head. I didn’t believe a word out of his mouth. “I had every one of them burned except these. I kept them so I could show her father what a disgusting, child molesting piece of shit every one of you are.”
Sal staggered against the table behind me, looking pale, fire burning in his eyes. Stefan put a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear. I had no idea what he said and didn’t care. My only concern was finding John and making sure he couldn’t hurt another girl ever again.
I walked to the table and pointed to an item. Sal handed me the four-inch switch blade with a sadistic look on his face. I got in the shit stain’s face. “Where would I find John now?”
“I─I ain’t got a clue.”
I pressed the blade into the skin above the knuckle on his pinkie finger. I slowly glided the knife across his skin, feeling each layer split open, and stopping the blade just before it got to bone. His eyes bulged and he bit down on his split lip, gushing blood as he tried to keep from screaming.
“So, you feel like telling me anything now, or should I keep going?” The asshole groaned, refusing to meet my eyes. I grabbed his chin, my hand slipping in blood, and jerked his face back to mine. “Do you know where he is?” I forced the words out between clenched teeth.
The guy whimpered. Actually whimpered. Pussy. “He could be at the docks. Man, I don’t know. All I know is he came to me with this deal. Big money getting girls for some crew. In return for the girls, he got some special pussy or something. Said it was his President’s daughter or some shit. Fuck, man, I don’t know!” He cried out as I pressed the blade further down his finger, splitting the nail open.
“Guess what, fucker? That girl’s father is right there.” I point with my other hand. “And I’m her man. You just fucked up big time.”
I lost all inhibitions that may have existed inside me and pushed the steel through to the bone. He screamed as his finger was severed. I watched it fall to the ground. I dropped the knife and it clattered to the floor behind me. Eying the sick fuck in the chair, tired of his screaming, I placed a gag on him. The whole time he begged. Nothing in me cared.
I reached behind me, and Sal gave me something. I smiled when I felt the ball-peen hammer fit nicely in my hand. I looked my target right in his only open eye. “Guess what, you dirty motherfucker. You fucked with the wrong girl. I’ll make you regret everything you did to Jules, every thought you had about her. I’ll make you wish you’d never seen her. And when I’m finished, her father is going to start all over.” I gripped his chin when he tried to look away. “I’m going to rip you apart, piece by piece. You like putting your hands on a woman and touching her without consent? I can fix that for you.”
I brought the hammer down on his hand not once or twice, but three times. The crunching of bone was music to my ears. The guy deserved everything he was getting. I lifted the hammer once more. His scream of agonizing pain around the gag was exactly what I wanted to hear.
With a satisfied smirk, I moved on to his kneecaps. As much as I wanted to really let loose, I wanted this fucker conscious for everything that was coming.
“Did you think it was okay to kick her? To kick any of them?” I wasn’t really expecting to get an answer, and I honestly didn’t care.
I swung the hammer at his right knee. Hammer meeting kneecap gave me a satisfying crack. I knew it made me look evil, but a small smile crept over my face when I saw the tears running down his bruised and bloody cheeks. After a few more swings, I moved to the left. He screamed, then it faded out, his head drooping. He was still conscious, but barely. I knew I was done. For now. After all, there were others who needed a turn.
I walked to the table and set the hammer down just as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I knew before I looked at the text that it was Viper. He’d had some business to take care of before he got here. I smiled as I opened the door.
When we turned to face the piece of shit strapped to the chair, he lifted his head. His wide eyes signaled the terror he was feeling and the fear of the pain that was soon to come. He groaned as the smell of ammonia stank up the place. The wet spot on his pants grew as he kicked out, trying to move the chair away from Viper as he closed in.
Jackass wasn’t going anywhere except into the ground.
Viper sauntered past the table where Sal was leaning and gave him a nod that Sal returned. Then he stalked toward the sniveling coward who stank of piss. He squeezed the man’s shattered left hand. “Did you think we were going to let you walk away?” The guy let out a whimper and some garbled words I didn’t catch. Viper must have. He got right in the asshole’s face. “You want us to take pity on you?” The guy nodded frantically. Viper sneered. “Did you take pity on Leah when you beat her? When you starved her and denied her water? Chained her to the ground? When you and your pathetic pieces of shits raped those girls?” Viper seethed, his
