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“What did you say to him?” I murmur to Lovely, standing so close I could reach out and wrap her in my arms.

She turns to look at me, her face tipped back, looking more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. “I told him that his family will take care of Joseph. We’d make him beg for death, but it won’t come quickly. We’ll make him suffer prolonged torture the same way his family suffered waiting for their little girl to come home. He’ll feel all the hurt they did until Sniper wishes to put an end to it.” A slow grin spreads across her face and fuck if my cock doesn’t thicken.

“Ah, love birds, can we get back to business?” Switch asks, clearing his throat.

I wave a hand in Chewy’s direction and she indicates to Rhodie to line up another victim.

“So, who wants to see how many of these dudes’ body parts we can fit in this guy’s ass?”

Chapter 14

Lovely

Well, it’s official. Chewy can fit a heck of a lot more in an anus than I ever thought possible.

“I never knew a prison pocket was so roomy,” Ana says, voice full of wonder.

“What did you just say?” Dex squints at her.

“His prison pocket,” Ana points in the direction of the dead man, still splayed out on the chair, with a foot hanging out of his rear.

Dex blinks at her before he bursts into laughter, as does everyone else. It seems odd, to be laughing at a time like this, surrounded by blood and vomit and who knows what else, but that’s kinda how we roll I guess.

“You people are fucking loco!” Joseph yells, violently bucking in his chains.

The man has had a front row seat to all of Chewy’s techniques tonight. Slicing, dicing, chemical burning, injectables, feeding bits to Gretchen and Chomper. He’s stayed stoic this whole time, only just losing it now. Silence descends over the room as we all, as a collective stare at the man that called the hit on us.On my baby. Marx turns to look at us, all scattered around the room. His hard gaze making contact with everyone, then he tips his chin. He moves across the room to the mechanism that will lower Joseph closer to the floor. Rhodie unhooks his hands and then sharing a look with his brother, marches Joseph toward the St Andrews cross. It seems to be an integral part of Chewy and Pops’ repertoire. Using one hand to hold Joseph by the scruff of his neck, Rhodie uses the other hand to release the corpse still attached. He lets the body fall to the floor, then forces Joseph to stand on the body of his cartel brother. Rhodie roughly attaches Joseph to the cross, making sure the restraints are tight enough to hurt.

Marx takes measured steps toward Joseph, until a blonde blur rushes past. “You threatened mydaughter,” Remy seethes, her arm moving in a wild arc. She leans back and spits into Joseph’s face. He sneers at her as her saliva rolls down his bruised cheek, mingling into the blood welling from the cut on his neck. “For Sniper,” she whispers, stepping back into Wire’s arms.

Rider moves next, “For Sniper,” he too swipes at Joseph, this time blood seeping through a cut on the man’s thigh.

One by one we step up, repeating the same mantra, cutting him anywhere and everywhere. The inside of his groin, his penis, his nipples, chest, stomach, anywhere we can reach while reminding him that while he turned his back on family, we didn’t. Chewy and Pops are singing and dancing around to the playlist on mix. Lady Gaga is singing how we’re all on the edge of glory, and I can’t help the snicker that escapes my lips. Marx raises a thick dark brown brow at me, and I grin back. The scene is just so fitting. Joseph is pinned to the St Andrews cross sans skin, Lady Gaga is playing and Chewy and Pops are filling a tub with vinegar.

“Oh oh, let’s make it a tub ofpissand vinegar!” Rider says with glee, unbuttoning his jeans and taking a pee right in front of us all.

I quickly avert my eyes, staring anywhere but in the direction of jeans being unbuttoned and unzipped.

“This really is good stuff,” Mira mutters, her little pen really getting a workout tonight.

“Babe, let’s get him in the tub,” Chewy calls out, Rhodie eager to do her bidding. So eager in fact he stops to make out with her for a long moment before doing as she asked.

“Lovely.” Turning toward Marx’s rough voice I’m surprised by the tenderness in his eyes. He gathers me in his arms, my face to his chest., “Close your eyes, babe.” His large hands, one on either side of my face, move to cup my ears, pressing me further into his chest as a blood curdling scream reverberates off the stainless steel walls and through my body causing me to shiver.

The gut wrenching sound stops abruptly, Switch moving in fast to take Joseph’s vitals. His broad shoulders slump a little. “He’s all good, just passed out.”

“Grab the smelling salts. I want this fucker to feel every moment of his pain,” Marx growls, the vibrations in his chest soothing against my chest.

I curl in deeper to his chest and all those big words I spoke - dating, getting over this man, finding someone new, they all fly out the window. Perhaps I was always meant to be in this place, right here. Maybe I needed to hear those words to make myself stronger, to push myself to do more than just be a mother, and maybe a wife. Or maybe Marx was just being a jerk because what I’ve learned recently is that men can sometimes be idiots, their own worst enemies, really. I’ve sat by and watched some of the DRMC men find their women, and then almost lose them, and then find them again. Maybe this is just part of the story.

Joseph jerks awake on a gasp, then groans, his body shuddering violently in the vinegar bath.

“I don’t think he’ll take much more tonight, Pres,” Switch booms, close enough to make the prisoner flinch.

“Chewy, can you keep him on ice until tomorrow?”

“Even better. We can just roll him, tub and all, into the light room.” I turn to look at Pops. “Dark is good for torture cos it makes a man lose hope. But constant bright light fucks with your internal body clock. Your body doesn’t know when to sleep or when to wake. Fucker will lose his mind before he loses his life,” Pops grins maniacally, Chewy leaning in to high five him.

“Get it done. I’m taking Lovely home.” With that Marx turns us toward the door, arm still around me.

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