Page 50 of Dark Prince

?Chapter Twenty Seven

?Axel

?Two days before Cordelia killed her grandfather

I’m going to murdereveryone who even bats a fucking eyelash in her direction when I get her back. The entire world will burn by my hand and I will laugh as they scream. I will scorch the Earth until she’s back in my arms, then together we will dance on the ashes of those who remain. My fist stings as the shock radiates up my arm into my shoulder and chest from hitting the man duct taped to the wall, naked. Yes, I wanted the tape to be part of the torture. He’s not said a fucking word since I took him from his car. I watched the CCTV and he’s the one of the men who clocked me from behind and took my girl. He’s the one who hit me, and not the one who took her. The second I find that man, he’ll die a rough death at my hand.

My chest heaves as I breathe, trying to reign myself in so I don’t kill him too soon. “Take his fingernails.” I state through gritted teeth. I watch as Kenan rolls up on his little stool and grabs the pliers from the table we have next to the wall. Kenan, positions himself and yanks the first nail from his finger, forcing the man to scream out. Ethan, one of my fathers, tracked this mother fucker down and got me all the information I needed to bring him here.

Hunter’s High Alumni graduated the same year as JT. We all went to school back in our parent’s hometown, because they wanted us to be humbled after being so fucking ‘spoiled’ as Mom likes to say. But if he graduated when JT did, he’s several years older than me and I’m not sure how he got tied up in this shit, but if he doesn’t start talking soon, I may accidentally kill him.

I swore to protect her, and here I am failing less than two months of having her. I’ve failed. Cracking my neck to the side I feel my anger boiling through me. Less than two fucking months, for all I know she’s fucking dead. She could be laying on the ground, beaten and broken, calling out for anyone.

“Axel!” I hear my name, pulling me out of my head as I look over at my brother who is currently spinning in his wheeled chair with the pliers in the air and a bloody fingernail held between the teeth of the metal pliers.

“Kenan.” I snarl his name.

“You started looking a little extra murderery, you can’t kill him yet.” Kenan offers me a smile. A fucking smile, this isn’t the fucking time to be smiling, why is he smiling? I want to punch his dopey face.

“Murderery is not a word.” I snap, pointing at the man taped to the wall, “Take a finger.” I nod to my brother. I wonder if he has someone we could take from him, maybe that’ll make him talk. If I brought someone he loved here and started pulling out their teeth in front of him. Taking a piece off of them for every thirty seconds he remains silent. He obviously gives zero fucks about his own life. I pull my phone from my pocket and send Ethan a quick text asking if this guy has any family we could use. The response is quick, telling me he has no one. Fuck. I roll my neck trying to subdue the beast I feel beating inside of me, itching to burst through my skin.

If he doesn’t have someone, then maybe he’d like to keep his dick attached, no man wants that cut off. Then again, I’m not letting him walk out of here alive, and he probably knows this, which means threatening to take that is fucking pointless.

I’m fucking worthless.

Such a fucking failure.

Might as well pull my gun out of my waistband and put a bullet through my own fucking head.

“Axel!” Kenan snaps at me again.

“Fuck you.” I reply, grinding my teeth.

“I need you to keep a level head. I can’t be trying to concentrate on taking a finger if you’re back there all up in your head. I need your head clear, we’ve gotta find your girl. You know the dad squad and the girls are looking for her, too.”

I stride across the room, closing the distance between us and clock my brother right in his jaw. “Shut the fuck up.” I watch as his body falls to the ground, the stupid chair he was on wheels across the room like it’s got a jetpack strapped to it.

Ripping my knife out of my pocket, grasping the handle I feel that monster beneath the surface explode from within and my body is moving before my head can catch up. In the time it takes me to blink, I’ve pierced my knife right through his chest, sliding it perfectly between ribs to rip into his heart.

The amount of strength I have while riding this fury bomb is terrifyingly seductive as I use it to slice through his body, carving out his heart, lungs, muscle and anything else in the way as the knife glides like butter out through the left side of his body.

“Dammit Axel!” Kenan shouts, a loud metal clanking around me as I let out a relaxing breath, feeling that tiny bit of relief until it all slams back into me.

Fuck.

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