Then Wire took out a lighter, turned the setting up to crack head lighter high and swiped the man’s back with the long flame. Back and forth, back and forth. Rooster threw up. Archer turned around, Shepard covered his mouth and even I who knew what Wire was capable of felt sick to my stomach.
“How fucking many?” Wire asked again, bringing the knife close to the man’s face so he could see the small pieces of flesh still stuck in the teeth of the metal.
He said something through the gag but we couldn’t understand him.
“Archer come take this off so this bitch can talk.” Wire said to his master marksman. He turned around and even I could see that the stoic military man was green around the gills. What Wire did was not for everyone.
He quickly undid the gag and the man spoke.
“Ten, you fuck, there are ten of us here. Let me fucking go.” The man slurred.
“Which ones.” Ryder pulled a small tablet out of his back pocket and after pressing a few things on the screen a live action video feed of the downstairs party was playing on the screen.
“Find out for yoursel..” Before the man could finish his taunting statement. Wire shoved the gag back into his mouth and went back to work.
“Wait! Wait! Wait!” The man yelled through the gag but it was too late, Wire was already doing what he did best.
He used the knife to continue peeling the flesh off his body, now he cut a bit deeper and the blood really began to run. Every once in a while, he would use the lighter to cauterize the wounds and slow down the bleeding but he never stopped sawing away at his flesh. Once he finished that pass, he pulled the gag out of the whimpering man’s mouth.
“You are going to tell us which ones.” he used the blade of the knife to knock on something protruding from the destroyed flesh of the man’s back, it was hard and tinged against the knife, “You hear that? It’s your spinal column. Next I go for your nerves, one by one.”
“Oh what the fuck.” Clean turned around now. This was extreme.
“No Please,” the man slurred slipping in and out of consciousness. “Bring the screen. Bring it.”
Wire put the screen in front of the man’s still tied hand, he barely had any strength but he pointed out every single one of the people he came in with.
“If you are lying or there are more. You won’t have to worry about me hurting you anymore. I will kill you, but not before I cut out every one of your organs and lay them at your fucking feet. You understand me?” Wire stared directly into the man’s eyes. Everyone in the room knew that Wire would do it. The sadistic fuck.
“I swear. I swear it.” The man mumbled right as he fell unconscious again.
“Get them, take them outside and blow their fucking brains out.” Wire said to everyone in the room. He was in a dark place but we were not there to question him. His word was law.
It was a well-executed plan. We all went downstairs and within seconds had all nine of the men outside and on their knees. Most of the party goers stayed in the clubhouse. They had no idea that there were snakes in their mist, but there were a couple prospects, outsiders and allies who dared to come outside and see what was going on.
Wire put each of them on their knees facing out to the woods. There was a good chance that some other of Vilanuevas men were watching or even Vilanuevas himself. We were going to go looking but we would show him that it was a new day, the Wings of Diablo were not to be fucked with.
Marko was outside, Rooster and all of the patched members, all waiting to see what Wire was going to do. I expected him to ask them questions but I was so wrong.
“Done is the time for questions or chances, this is what happens when you send your fucking dogs into my clubhouse to play. They get put down like the trash they are!” Wire yelled out. He raised his gun and without even making sure that there was no mistake. He put a bullet in the back of the heads of four out of the nine men on their knees. Rooster stepped up and shot three more, Archer took out one and one of Marko’s men took out the last. Wire spit on one of the dead men and turned to walk right back into the clubhouse, not a care in the world.
I followed my president back inside and walked behind him as he made his way back to the man tied up to the chair in the room. He loosened the restraints and his gag. The man couldn’t stand but he wasn’t dead.
“I told you everything, I told you where they were.”
“Shut the fuck up, rat.”
Wire took the ring off his hand, the one with the club insignia. He used a rag to hold it as he used the lighter to heat it up. Once it was white hot he pressed the burning steel against the left cheek of the man. He screamed and tried to push Wire off but Clean helped hold him down. This time without the gag, the bellow that left the man was heard through the entire complex.
Wire lifted the ring and a
