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The saw sliced through his forearms like butter. It was quick, but messy, and Stone doubted it was painless.
Damn fuckin’ shame.
Gentry dropped hard to the ground while both partial limbs remained dangling from the chain above them. Reduced to a heap at Stone’s feet, Taryn’s ex would eventually bleed out from the stubs where his hands used to be.
Stone held out the bloody reciprocal saw and a prospectrushed over to take it from him. He tilted his head and sucked his teeth, studying the damage.
It still wasn’t enough.
Lifting his boot, he jammed the heel into Gentry’s still taped mouth. The fucker would have no use for those teeth, anyway. Stone then unzipped his jeans, pulled out his dick and pissed all over the unconscious man’s face.
Only, it was no longer fun now that Gentry wasn’t aware of what was happening.
With an eyebrow cocked, Ogre sidled up to him and stared at the bloody heap on the floor. “Want me to finish the fucker off?”
“Fuck no. Let him continue to suffer ’til his last fuckin’ breath.” Gentry wouldn’t be breathing long. Not at the rate the blood was pooling from his severed arms.
“Think he suffered enough?”
Stone’s nostrils flared. “Fuck no. No sufferin’ would be enough,” he answered the sergeant at arms. “Do what you want with him. Just don’t end it too quickly. Headin’ home to check on my baby girl.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Stone quietly openedthe door and stepped into Sunny’s dark room. He was relieved to hear her steady breathing instead of sobbing.
His baby girl was wrapped up in her blanket like a burrito. That was a good sign, too, since that was how she liked to sleep.
He squatted down next to the bottom bunk and stared at his daughter as he lightly stroked her dark brown hair. If Gentry had hurt her, Stone would’ve burned the fucking world to the ground.
He had never wanted a kid, but now that he had one, he would die to protect her.
He closed his eyes and pulled a long breath in through his flared nostrils.
He’d failed her.
He fucking failed.
With Sheena in prison, he was all Sunny had. His girl relied on him to keep her happy, healthy, and safe.
No, he was wrong.
He considered the woman he had ignored downstairs because he only had one thing on his mind when he walked through the back door.
Sunny.
She had been his priority. But now that he saw with his own two fucking eyes his girl was in one piece, he needed to deal with the other female in the house.
He was still pissed at Taryn, but he should really be pissed at himself for letting her influence his decision about sparing Gentry.
That washismistake. Not hers.
Not once in his adult fucking life had he ever let a woman tell him what to do. Not fucking once.
Why the fuck did he let her get to him?
It wasn’t because he was trying to be a better person. Fuck that. It was because he was trying to make Taryn happy.
Or at least not upset her.
