The perfect scared victim.
There’s no need to see if he’s made out of blood, sweat, and tears.
Cowards never are. Sure, he’ll do all three, but a real man wouldn’t lay a finger on a woman to harm her.
“I think I’ll stand back and watch the show. Have a nice time in hell, you rotten piece of scum.” Dominic half growls, half laughs as he backs away. All the while, Isaac stands butt ass naked, looking like he has a chance to live. I’m not all that excited to see his flaccid pin dick, but I can ignore it, knowing he deserves to go out of this world the same way he came in—in his birthday suit and screaming like a newborn baby.
“You know, I learned at a young age to never raise a hand at a woman.” A childlike scream tears out of his throat, so loud it bleeds through my ears when without warning, I grab one of his wrists, and in one swift move, bend it backward. Bones snap, crackle, and pop. Then while he tries jerking against the ropes, I do the same to each finger until the delicate bones break, feeding my beast.
“Is that all you got?”
I don’t answer just yet. Instead, I pull out a blindfold from my pocket while Dominic moves to hold Isaac’s head in place, which isn’t an easy task, but once Dominic swats him upside the head a few times, Isaac stills, allowing me to tie the scrap of material around his head.
“Not even close. I’m just getting started with you, Isaac. We got all damn day to play.” We really don’t. Once he’s dead and my beast calms, I need to crash. “I will say if the choice on whether you lived or died were up to me, I’d let you live with the inability to use your hands as well as your small dick again.”
I glance down, wrinkling my nose in disgust.
Anger draws red over his cheeks while a chuckle from Dominic comes from behind. At this moment, though, I’m blinded by a five-course serving of hate that tastes like shit.
Drawing my arm back, I clock him in the face, counting several punches and swallowing the after taste of what he’s done as his head swings to the left and right like a wrecking ball and the sound of bones breaking hits the air.
“Why don’t you untie me and fight me like a man?” he slurs, crimson flowing out of his mouth, his nose, and his ears.
I’d love nothing more.
“That’s fucking funny coming from you. My answer is no. We’re treating you the same way you treated Scarlet. Defenseless and helpless.” Seriously doubt he could take me on anyway. Men like him have mouths, can pull a trigger, but when it comes to fighting man to man, fist to fist, they don’t have what it takes.
“I never could understand why men smack women around. Do you like to feel inferior? Did your dad beat your mom? They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree and all that. Men like you make men like me look like saints.”
I grit my teeth while I wait for an answer that isn’t going to come. Welcoming the pain to my jaw as I drag my eyes off Isaac and search the room for the weapon I want to use to finish him off. As much as I’d like to beat him to death, I need to get some sleep so I can figure out the next step to take with Victoria.
Locating several, I turn to Dominic. “Do you mind grabbing one of those crowbars behind you, Daddy?”
Dominic lifts a brow, a look of amusement crossing his face.
Scarlet isn’t the woman he’s had his eyes on, or who the hell knows at this point since Dominic keeps to himself. Once again, that’s his story to tell.
I shift my gaze back to Isaac.
“Let me tell you how this is going to go down. Roan has a set of rules we all follow. One of them is never to lay a hand on a woman. You broke that rule. From the information given to me, you’ve taken a hand to Scarlet at least a dozen times. I’m going to multiply that by the years you’ve been together. That’s how many more bones I’m going to break in your body before I kill you. Twelve times six equals seventy-two. Now tell me what part of your body to go after next.”
“Both of you can go to hell.”
“You first, motherfucker.” I take the crowbar from Dominic and crack it like a whip across his face, hooking the end and ripping off a chunk of his cheek.
His scream reverberates in my ears like a clap of thunder, piss dribbles down his legs, puddling under his feet.
Another swing and his left shoulder shatters. He continues to scream. Tears start dripping from underneath the material covering his eyes as he struggles against the ropes to get himself free. The one wrapped around his neck turns his skin red and raw. Blood begins to dribble out from underneath the rope. That has to burn like a bitch. He has nowhere to go, but like the dumbass he is, he fights against that thick rope like a magician.
“Stop, please!” Saliva spits out with his unforgiving plea.
“Is that what Scarlet asked every time you hit her?”
I don’t wait for an answer before swinging again and shattering his right knee. A couple more as I move around the beam and cave in his elbows. Another as I strike his good hand. More and more and more as I lay into him everywhere, I can. Breaking ribs, bones in his feet, his stomach, his knees.
He’d been squirming on the floor by now if Dominic hadn’t bounded him tight.
The room fills with loud yells and begs. Blood and pieces of his skin splatter all over me as I continue to chip away at his body, and when I swing hard
