Page 76 of Freeing Souls

“And this motherfucker took a boy I considered a son away from me. I’m staying, and the missus will be more than understanding,” Doc snaps.

Killer lets out a pathetic scoff. “You made an oath to me—“

“And you grew an amazing son who deserved more than a piece of scum for you as a father. My oath to you died the day my respect did,” Doc tells him.

“Your oath to me died the day you got your dick wet and became whipped to a piece of—“

Killed is cut off as Doc pinches his cheeks together so his lips are puckered. “Go ahead and keep spewing your shit. I’ll stay here for days just to make sure whatever they do to you doesn’t kill you until I decide you're done.”

Ryker whistles with a quiet chuckle from behind me. “Remind me not to ever get on Doc’s bad side.” He says so only Cade and I can hear.

I bite my cheek to keep from chuckling as Doc pushes the burning hot rod to his stump again while saying, “For good measure.”

As all the ranking officers take turns torturing Killer, a sick sort of satisfaction settles deep in my chest. After having to see my dad in a chair, suffering by Killer’s hand, it helps to see him get the same treatment back. I don’t feel the need to step in and do any of it myself; it’s almost like this peace has consumed me.

Being with two of my men, watching some of my loved ones get their revenge for what happened to Gabe, settles something in me.

It’s also a stark reminder that I am going to have to decide what to do with Tammy and Richard after this.

Part of me wants to just put a bullet between their eyes and call it day, but I know deep down, after all this time, that would never be good enough. They deserve worse. They deserve to suffer like I did.

Every time the guys push too hard, Doc steps in and fixes him right back up, just enough so he won’t die. Noah grabs some pliers and a knife as he approaches Killer, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he stares at Killer’s mouth.

Before he can do anything, Stone stops him. “Wait.” He glances over at Colton and Axe. “Untie him.”

Without question, they do while Stone leaves the shed. I furrow my brows and glance around the room in confusion. “He’s going to get some payback,” Axe murmurs, a hint of sadness and anger in his tone.

Stone comes back in the room a while later with a bucket of water and steps in front of Killer on his side on the floor. Gripping Killer by the back of his hair, Stone rips him up, causing him to groan in pain.

Without any hesitation, Stone dunks his head into the water and holds it there, not letting up until Killer is trying to flail even with his broken and battered body. Pulling him back up, he leans in close, whispering in his ear.

When Killer shakes his head, Stone tsks and dunks him again.

Bile rises in my throat, and I spin around, burying my face in Ryker’s chest. “Fuck,” Cayden growls from where he presses up behind me.

“Let’s leave,” Ryker says.

“No.” I inhale Ryker’s scent and clutch his sides, knowing he will hold me as I glance at him. “No, I want to stay–need to. I just can’t watch this part.”

“Harley–”

“I know it’s not the same as what happened to me. Please, trust me. I’m okay. Just watching it, it’s like the suffocating feeling takes over.”

Ryker yanks me back against his chest, not letting me move as Cayden rubs my back. I listen to Killer being dunked in the bucket over and over again.

Was it too much to assume I was past my shit from the Wilsons? I thought it was over and it wasn’t something I would still struggle with, but apparently, I was wrong.

I don’t think this shit will ever fully go away.

Every time Stone pulls Killer back out, it’s silent in the room as Stone whispers in his ear. Finally, Killer speaks. “Okay, okay, fine!” he says while gasping.

Ryker loosens his hold so I can spin back around as Cade steps to the side of me. Stone is holding Killer up in front of the bucket with a raised brow. “I was the worst president, and Gabriel was the real man of this club. I get it you all hate me, but–”

His words are cut off as Stone dunks him and pulls him right back up. “No one wants to hear your excuses.” He hisses before glancing at Noah who laughs.

After they rip his teeth out one by one and then cut his tongue, Colton steps forward with a knife. Yanking Killer’s head back, he says, “I was goin’ shoot you in the head, but that felt too easy. This is gettin’ off easy too. We should keep you alive for days, but none of us want to look at your fuckin’ face for that long,” he tells him right as he slices his throat wide open.

“Can’t believe that fucker survived all these years,” Axe says, staring down at him.

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