I felt my brothers around me, vibrating with the need to do some damage. Ernie glanced at them and me and started to cry. The pussy actually cried. How pathetic was that?
“Did your dad come to you after you transferred or was he the reason you moved?” Waiting for him to answer, I lifted the pliers and moved to his second finger. I pulled the nail off the bed, slowly.
He screamed again and broke. “No, please don’t! I’ll tell you! Please don’t!” I stepped back as he slobbered and sucked in air. “I transferred here for her. Fuck! I’m dead either way.”
I gritted my teeth. “That’s true. But I can torture you some more, or I can kill you quick and get it over with. That’s all up to you,” I said, letting him think he had a choice. His death would be painful no matter what he told me.
Ernie nodded and forced out the words. “My dad wants her,” he sobbed. “He wants to fuck her and breed her. He told me that if I do what he wants, we can make tons of money and shit. All I had to do was fuck with her head, write a couple letters, and take some photos. And let him know what you were doing.”
I wanted to hit him again but didn’t want to stop his flow. And I knew my brothers needed their pound of flesh too. I stepped away as Viper walked up and placed his hands on either side of the chair on top of Ernie’s hands, crushing them to the armrests. I turned to see Locke come down the stairs. He nodded for us to continue.
Viper’s face was twisted with rage. “Are you aware of what your father was up to? How he planned to make a ton of money?”
“No, he wouldn’t tell me just yet. Please, don’t hurt me anymore. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
Viper walked around the chair, talking. “So, let me tell you what your pathetic excuse of a father was up to. Just so you know the level of shit you’re in. He was selling women. One of the girls was only sixteen years old.”
Ernie swallowed hard. The emails proved he knew there were other girls involved besides Jules, but he obviously hadn’t known the whole of it.
Viper went on. “Dear old Dad was torturing girls and selling them to the highest bidders. One of them has become a very good friend of mine. A very special person. And your dad thought it was okay to slice her up. He raped them and beat them.” He explained with a deadly calm voice, still walking around the chair, watching Ernie’s reactions.
Ernie didn’t see him grab the white-hot branding iron Tech handed him. Viper leaned down and sunk the iron into Ernie’s thigh. The smell of searing flesh and bone hit our nostrils. The shrill scream of pain and agony echoed through the shed as tears, snot, and sweat poured down Ernie’s face. Viper leaned back, seeming satisfied with his work. He set the branding iron down and nodded to me.
I moved back in front of the piece of shit. “What’s the end game?” I asked.
Chest heaving, trying to catch his breath and control the sobs racking his body, Ernie gasped out. “I was supposed to torment her. Dad wants her. He doesn’t really care about the other girls. They were just a means to an end. And she’s always been the goal.” Ernie raised foggy eyes. “No matter what you do, or whatever happens to me, he won’t stop until he gets her. No matter the cost,” he panted heavily, in worlds of pain. Either he was ready to give up, or he was giving up random shit because he wanted to throw us off.
“Well,” I leaned over him. “What your father doesn’t realize is this bullshit stunt just cost him his son.” With a sly smile, I straightened. I nodded at Tech and Viper to grab hold of him. Pulling off his restraints, they lifted him from the chair and placed him kicking and screaming back on the joist of the rafters. This time they adjusted the rope to where his feet barely touched the ground. Judging by the look on his face, he knew what was coming, and there was nothing he could do to change the fact that his time was up.
Locke stepped forward and pulled out his knife. Oh yeah, I knew what was coming. Our need for vengeance was about to be satisfied. Locke had earned his road name because that man was fucking lethal. Especially with a knife.
He brought the knife up to Ernie’s face to show him just what his future held. Locke tsked. “You do realize you fucked over the wrong club, right? You fucked with the wrong family, kid.” His tone dropped as he looked Ernie right in the eyes.
He slowly dragged the blade across the man’s throat. Ernie started out with a scream, then when the blade pierced his skin just below the left ear, the scream ended as a gargle. Blood ran down his neck in rivulets before becoming a heavy river, flowing down his chest.
“And that is how you slit a throat,” Locke joked as we stood there watching the fucking pervert bleed out, watching the last bit of life fade away from his eyes.
Blood pooled around his feet. The only other fucker I’d be as terrified of was Sal. He was more of a fucking savage than Locke was. My plan was to never be on the other end of Sal’s anger. But I was more than happy to put John right in the crosshairs of that wrath. I wanted to watch while that motherfucker paid. As much as I wanted
