Page 56 of Working Out West

“Hold her,” I ordered Wreck, of all people, and as he did, I gripped her jaw, prying it open. “You will feel everything you inflicted upon your son.” I smiled down at her tear-streaked face as she tried to wiggle free, whimpering. Wreck’s hold on her was steady, though. I rested the tip of the vinegar-filled jug to her lips. “You deserve everything you get.”

She choked and coughed through the amount I forced into her. Once done, I stepped back, and Wreck released his hold. She slapped her hands to the floor, heaving as she vomited it up. I knew her throat would be burning; it brought a small smile to my lips.

She needed to suffer.

“Can you do the rest?” Wreck asked from over the other side of her.

Lifting my hard gaze, I told him, “Of course I can.”

“Even when she’s a woman?”

“Gender does not interfere when it comes to revenge. Not when she tortured her own son for being gay.”

The bitch spat to the side. “It wasn’t only that,” she rasped.

“What?” I demanded.

Wreck kicked her in the back when she didn't answer, causing her to cry out. “Answer him.”

“He whored himself out,” she said.

Wreck chuckled. “You stupid bitch. He got paid to go on dates, and that was all he ever did. He never sold his body.”

I had guessed as much, but it was good to know for certain nothing had happened with West’s other clients. However, I still disliked the thought of West around other men. It would be something I had to work onifhe continued working.

“It doesn’t matter. He sinned.”

I ground my teeth together and sneered down at the vile creature. Turning, I picked up the long, sharp knife and faced her. “Tie her hands down.”

Wreck grabbed the chain connected to the wall and dragged it over to her. She backed away from him.

“No, stop, please. Don’t do this.”

I’d known it would not take long for the begging to start.

“Did your son plead for you to stop?” I asked, tapping the blade onto my other hand.

She sobbed and nodded.

Wreck used the chains around her wrist to pull her forward where she lay on her stomach. “Then,” I started, “do you think I will listen when you did not with West?”

“Please, please,” she cried over and over.

“Hold her legs down.”

Wreck nodded and moved around as I planted a foot on each side of her hips. She started praying. I laughed. “May the Lord condemn your soul to hell for what you have done.” Leaning over, I sliced up through her top, and I did not stop there. The blade easily cut through the skin of her back, which welled with blood. She screamed and thrashed until I pressed my hand down onto the back of her neck. She still cried, but her movement stilled except for her hands as she hit them into the concrete floor while I sliced more and more of her skin.

Satisfaction swelled inside me, knowing she suffered the same way West had.

I had left him in the early hours to fulfill the revenge that burned inside me. I would go back to him knowing the last of the people who harmed him was dead.

I would make sure no other put a hand on him.

He would live the rest of his life happy and free from any harm.

And possibly, if I had anything to do with it, by my side.

Standing, I flung the knife to the floor. I stepped over her and made my way to the burning pit the Diamond MC men brought in for this situation. I picked up the searing metal rod and walked back over to the whimpering woman on the floor.

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