Page 47 of Blinded
She grabbed the tape, and I laughed as she wound it around his face several times instead of just putting a small strip over his mouth.
"I love a woman with duct tape." I winked at her.
Jennifer laughed. "I'll let your mate know about your fetish."
My cock stirred at the thought of Brett tying me up and having his way with me.
"Jesus, Bayne, this is not a time to get aroused." Kurt slapped my shoulder as I lifted Justin into the trunk. I dropped him like I would a sack of grain. I didn't care if he hit his head or was injured. I wanted him to suffer as much as possible. "Can I drive?" I asked as I shut the trunk.
"No!" Kurt laughed. "The last thing we need is to get pulled over on our way to an execution." Kurt turned and looked at the group. "We'll see you back at the cells."
"I'm riding with them." Jennifer nodded toward Conner and the other two who had just shifted back.
"We'll see you there." I hurried to the car, excited to deliver Justin to Brett and find out why the fuck he'd done everything.
The drive back was quiet, both Kurt and I lost in thoughts of what was about to happen. This was hardly the first execution we'd done, but it was rare that it was a human we were about to kill. It had to be planned perfectly. We had to cover up the murder, make it look as if it was a missing person or an accident.
I was pretty sure that there wouldn't be enough of Justin left to claim accident, so this one would go down as a missing person. We'd get our story together later. I was betting Kurt already had something planned.
As we pulled down the long dirt road that led to the cells, I used my connection to reach out to Brett, sending him love and strength. Facing the man who blinded him wasn't going to be easy. I had no idea what role he wanted to play in making Justin pay for what he'd done, but I would support him no matter what.
As we pulled in front of the cells, Kurt glanced over at me. "Go be with your mate. I'll have the others help get him into the cell. Once he's there, you can come get your information from him. Are you going to need anything?"
"No, but find out if Bridger's family, Preston, or Justice want me to save anything certain for them. I won't kill him, but I am going to make him wish he was dead." I flexed my hands, ready to do damage to the man who'd hurt my mate.
"You can ask them yourself." Kurt pointed. "They're all with your mate."
I got out of the car, my eyes never leaving Brett as I walked over to him and pulled him into my arms. "Fuck, being away from you is hard." I kissed him softly. "You okay?"
"Yeah, nervous, but glad it'll be over soon." He pulled back a bit. "What do we do now?"
"They'll get him in the cell, then I'll go in and get the information we need. We want to know why he did it, who his partner was, and if he told anyone else." I turned to Bridger's family and the other two wolves. "Is there anything you want me to ask him?"
"Just why?" Bridger's mother wiped several tears from her cheeks.
"Just make him suffer." Justice rolled his shoulders.
"You can do most of that on your own once I have the information we need." I met Bridger's father's gaze. "You can have the kill."
He gave a single nod, his expression not changing. "Thank you."
"You're welcome to join me in the cell if you wish," I offered to all of them.
"I'm in," Justice growled.
"Me too." Preston stepped forward.
"I want to be with you." Brett tightened his grip on my hand.
"Not us. I'll come in when you are done, but we don't want to watch." Bridger's father hugged his wife. "I want his heart. The rest you can do what you want with."
I nodded, happy to leave that for him. He would be the one to take his life, to serve justice for his son.
Kurt walked out of the cell. It was nothing more than a small cabin. Inside was a large iron cage that could hold the wildest of wolves. The floors were dirt, so blood would be absorbed in time. "He's ready."
I took a deep breath and led the small group inside.
It wasn't a shock to find Justin had been unbound, but now was chained to the wall, his arms and legs spread wide, with his back pressed to the cage's bars.
