Page 40 of Bride By Initiation

"Footage better be good, or you're just getting vanilla," Liam warns.

"Don't worry. Watch your secure app," I state.

Approval fills his expression. He walks out, and the door slams shut behind him.

I study a distressed Paddy, asking, "Should we bring out the torch or the fire extinguisher?"

A tear falls down Paddy's cheek.

Brax's smile twists. He walks over to the bench, picks up the torch and the fire extinguisher, and answers, "I say we do both. I'm feeling like being on flamethrower duty, though." He hands me the extinguisher.

I chuckle.

Brax steps in front of Paddy and turns on the flame, holding it close to Paddy's lower body.

"P-please don't," Paddy cries out.

Brax scowls. "Did you think you could hack into our system and take what's ours? It doesn't work like that, and you should know better. There are consequences, and now it's time to pay the piper."

"Make sure you only sear him; don't kill him yet," I remind Brax.

Paddy starts to sob, begging, "Please. I have ch-children."

"You should have thought about that before you stole our money," Brax states, moving the flamethrower close enough so that his pubic hairs singe into black ash.

Paddy's whine fills the air.

"He's just getting started," I taunt, and step beside Brax. I take two nails out of my pocket and run them down his cheek as lightly as Liam did his knife on his throat.

A whimper falls from Paddy's lips as blood seeps from the wounds.

"Come on now. This is nothing compared to what you're going to feel," I inform him, then dig the nail deeper over the same spot.

He wails as blood coasts down his face and drips onto the floor.

Brax suggests, "Maybe we should collect his blood. I heard they're low at the blood bank, and there's going to be a lot of it tonight."

I leer at Paddy. "Nah, no one wants tainted donations."

"P-please, it wasn't m-me," Paddy cries out.

"Your nipples look cold," Brax states, then takes the torch to each side of Paddy's chest.

A screech rings through the room.

Brax's eyes light up as hot as the flame in his hands. "The Baileys should have taught you better about what happens when you fuck with O'Malleys."

Paddy gets a kick of courage and spits out, "What would you know? You're not an O'Malley. You're a wannabe O'Malley."

Brax's expression turns angry, but I put my hand on his chest. "Hold on, brother. I think I'll handle this one." I take the fire extinguisher and step behind Paddy. "Lean him over," I instruct to Brax.

Brax gives me a satisfied look. We've partnered on torture sessions too many times over the years. We can foresee each other's moves.

He goes over to the wall and hits a button. The tension loosens on Paddy's wrists and his body slumps forward. Brax hits another button, and Paddy's legs stretch farther, spreading his ass cheeks.

I take the fire extinguisher and blast it at his cheeks and balls.

His shrill scream would haunt a normal man. Not us, though. It only encourages us to keep going.

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