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“Will you kill me if I don’t?” Monty asked.
“We need to know that we can trust you,” was all Li said.
Monty swallowed as he thought about the words that weren’t said. This was his test to see if he’d be able to live in peace or be under the constant scrutiny of the triad. Would they kill him if they didn’t think he was a good fit? He did not doubt that Li or his sister wouldn’t haveany problem making his death look like an accident. Ren would grieve, but he would move on and he would be dead. That was something Monty wasn’t ever going to let happen. The scum before him wasn’t worth his own life.
He didn’t say anything and instead, reached behind his back and pulled out his Kimber 1911 pistol with the custom design and pulled back the slide.
“Woah,” Li said, a huge smile on his face. “I had no idea you were packing.”
Monty looked at him. “It’s Florida, who isn’t? And I’d be a fool not to be armed after marrying into your family.”
Li took a good look at the gun and whistled. “She’s a beauty. The Texas Lonestar Edition Scheels Exclusive one. Must have cost you a pretty penny.”
“Do you want me to kill him?” Monty asked, ignoring the question about his gun, because that wasn’t important to him right then.
Li laughed and shook his head. “No, but I did want to see if you could. Now, I know that you can. What I want you to do is beat the shit out of him. Torture him until he talks.”
Monty slipped his gun back into the holster and removed his suit jacket. He handed it to Li, who took it. “And if he doesn’t talk?”
“One step at a time,” Li said.
Monty turned from Li and began making his way over to the man who was trembling in the chair. As he did, he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and removed the two rings he wore from his fingers, slipping them into his pocket. Standing in front of the man, he looked down at him.
“Spare yourself this pain and just tell us what we want to know,” he said in Mandarin.
“I didn’t take your drugs,” the man replied.
Monty sighed. If the man was going to make more trouble for himself, that was his choice. No way would he let the fool be his end or ruin what progress he’d made since getting married. He knew the moment the vows were finished that this day would come. Also, if he wanted full control of his company again, even if it were used as a criminal enterprise, he would have to prove himself. Even his best friend Richie was in the same boat. He’d have to prove himself to the Lords. The thought of Richie sent an ache to Monty’s heart because at the moment, they were on opposite sides and he hoped they’d never have to come to blows. He closed his eyes to focus on the task at hand, and opened them, giving the man before him all of his attention.
“You brought this on yourself,” Monty said, then swung, his fist connecting with the man’s jaw, causing the man to grunt from the pain. He followed it up with another right hook, then another, then a left hook, then another. With every punch he gave the man, he began to feel something he only felt when dominating his sub. A sense of exhilaration that went straight to his cock. The power he had over this man was absolute and it was on another level from anything he’d ever experienced. Not even during his sparring matches at the gym had he felt this level of elation.
He stopped beating the man and grabbed his hair, wrenching his head back so his bloodied face was all he could see. The man was crying, snot and drool flowing from his nose and mouth as he struggled to breathe. “You can make this stop. Tell us the truth,” Monty said, and his voice was unrecognizable even to himself. Thick with lust and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he felt it. And he didn’t have the word for what it was.
“P...please... stop.... please,” the man pleaded.
Monty’s chest heaved, and his eyes were glazed over as he looked down at the man. His pristine suit was splattered with the man’sblood, completely ruined, and he didn’t care. His cock pulsated between his legs and he felt like he was floating, his body tingling in the best way. Watching the man beg gave him a sense of power akin to seeing his sub beg for his cock.
It was at that moment, that it hit him and he released the man’s hair and took several steps back, his mouth agape as he stared at the man he’d beaten into a bloody pulp. “Fuck!” he gasped. He jerked when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and Li stepped in front of him.
“I knew you had that in you,” Li said. “I can see why Ren was so drawn to you.”
Monty frowned and shook his head. “What?” he asked in his confusion.
“You’re still coming down from that high, I see,” Li said, then chuckled softly. “You’re a badass, Montgomery. My father will be pleased to hear about what you did today. If this got you feeling this amazing, imagine just how good you’ll feel when you finally make your first kill.”
Monty was staring at Li, his brain trying to catch up to comprehend the words being spoken to him. Control and power... that was what he thrived on, he understood that much about himself. That was why he was the man he was, the type of Dom he was, but never had he thought he’d feel that when beating someone. Whenever he spanked a sub, he got but a taste of what he’d just experienced. To have someone at his mercy, begging for his mercy, was domination in its own stratosphere.
Was this who he really was? A person who could do this kind of thing to someone else... a stranger, and get off on it?
Li slid his hand down the length of Monty’s torso to his groin and grabbed his erection. “You’ll probably cum when you kill.”
The sensation shocked him out of his stasis and he was able to focus on Li. The man’s face was so close to his own. “You’re awfully comfortable touching what doesn’t belong to you,” Monty said.
Li smiled. “You’re right.” He released Monty’s crotch, but gave it several pats. “Make sure you give this load to my brother with love.” He winked, then turned toward the man gasping weakly and walked over to him. “Here, clean yourself up.” He handed Monty his handkerchief.
Monty hadn’t been able to move just yet, but more of his capabilities were returning to him as the seconds ticked by. He watched as Li interrogated the man again. While he watched, he did wipe the man’s blood from his hands and face. He looked down at his suit and saw the splashes of blood staining the white shirt and black vest. His pants also had blood on them. He’d burn it later. He returned his attention to Li.
“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’ll make sure to kill your mom in front of you. Is that what you want?” Li threatened.
