Page 83 of A Wrench in the Plan
“Hold him,” I said, not bothering to look up at who moved in to help me out. I pressed the knife into his flesh, slowly dragging the blade down his cheek. Blood instantly filled the cut, running down his snarling face. “You marked her. Think it’s only fair I do the same to you. Though she’ll always be beautiful to me. You’re always gonna be an ugly fuck.”
I carved another line from his chin down. I kept going, cutting in deep when I got to his neck. It wasn’t fatal, of course. No, I wasn’t nearly done with him yet.
“You touched her,” I said, reaching for his tied-up hands.
More brothers moved in as I cut his bindings. He flailed and bucked, but it didn’t do him a damn bit of good. Bandit planted his boot on the shit-stain’s wrist, pinning his hand down for me like he knew what I was about to do.
My blade wasn’t sharp enough to cut through his fingers, though I tried. He screamed and cried and wailed as I applied pressure, slicing through skin and digging into bone. I was likely to crush the damn things before I cut through them.
“Here,” Twigs said as he handed me a handheld, cordless cut-off tool. Something he probably ran over and got from one of the work trucks parked in the back of the bar that they were working on.
I turned it on, watching the round blade spin so fast that the design on it practically got swallowed up by the black background. That would do.
It had a little trouble, but I made it through one finger. Then another. I lost all sense of my surroundings as I hacked all of the fingers off of his hand. I felt blood splatter on my face, hot and sticky, as his screams became the only thing that filled my ears.
When I was done, I glanced up. There was my dad. And next to him, B-ry stood with his arms over his chest and a dark look in his eyes.
Shit.
I hadn’t even thought about them. Dad probably wanted to take a little of his pain out on this fucker for what he did to me. For putting my family in a panic. For what he did to Cat. B-ry deserved it the most, though. And I was the asshole that had taken his chance for revenge away from him.
I never felt like I fucked up so bad as this in my life.
But at the same time, I didn’t care, because he was mine. I had been there. I’d seen what he did to her. I hadn’t been able to stop him.
And that was what I was doing now.
Stopping him. Forever.
“Keep going,” B-ry told me, his voice gruff and deadly sounding.
With a sense of feeling like I’d gotten his approval and maybe some respect, I gave him a nod.
When I met Dad’s eyes, he looked a mix of horrified and proud.
Couldn’t imagine this was easy for him. First, Row beating on that mole fucker. And now, I was about to make this man bleed to death. Yeah, this was probably not what he had in mind when he saw us grown.
This was the life, and we were in it. This fucker had hurt one of our own, and now it was time to pay.
Dad didn’t make a move, so I took it as a sign to keep going.
So, that was what I did, dropping the cutting hand tool and moving on.
I stood tall, looking down at the sniveling, shaking mess in front of me.
Then I spit on him like he’d done to Cat.
“You good?” LT asked me as he put his hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “Gun?”
Prez handed his over without question.
I fired into Dustin’s stomach, feeling nothing as his screams echoed off the walls. Another shot. And another. I stood there for a long moment with the gun still pointed at him, just watching as the blood flowed out of his body. His eyes held no hope in them anymore. There was no fight left.
So I shot him in the chest and waited for his body to go limp.
Then I handed the gun over to LT and walked out of the garage without so much as a look back.
