Page 50 of Chill’s Chance

No one answers, so Puma ends the meeting. “Let’s go take out the trash.” He says, leading the way out of Church. I stay behind and stop Viper from following the others.

“What’s up, boss?” Viper asks me.

“I want to check with you, see where your head is.” I tell her. “This will be your first session in The Pit where you are taking part and not just observing or doing cleanup. If you don’t feel comfortable…”

Viper places her hand on my shoulder to stop me. “Chill. I want to do this. I want to help you teach these bastards a lesson they should have learned before they laid a hand on a woman, much less a fellow soldier. You don’t have to worry about me. This isn’t my first kill.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “It’s not? Does Puma know?”

She nods. “I told him before I accepted the prospect kutte. I never told anyone else because it’s not something I like to think about. He was my father. I thought he was dead, along with my twin brother. At least, that’s what my mom told me. Turned out she lied. She took me and ran from my father. I don’t know why she didn’t bring my brother, too. I guess she thought she’d have a better chance of success with just one kid.” Viper shrugs. “One night, he showed up at our house. I walked in on him, choking her to death. I tried to stop him, but he turned on me. Told me I needed to learn my place as he was unzipping his pants. I fought him off, grabbed a knife, and stabbed him in the chest. He didn’t die right away. I missed his heart, hit a lung instead. I watched him bleed out.”

“I’m sorry.” I tell her. “Your mom?”

“She died. I placed the knife in her hand and told the cops I saw her stab him. I know that was cold…”

I shake my head. “No, it was smart. You’re going to be one fucking great Enforcer.”

She grins as we turn to follow the men.

CHAPTER THIRTY: HUNTER

When I get to the common room, I find the guys filing outside and heading for The Pit, but I don’t see Viper or Chill. Wildcard nods his head at Church. “Chill’s in talking with Viper. This will be her first kill and I know Chill will want to make sure her head is in the right place. She did the same with Dice his first time as an Enforcer.”

I nod. “So you voted?” I ask.

“Yep, ain’t no fucking way those bastards don’t get what’s coming to them. I appreciate Chill’s concern, but assholes like that need to be exterminated.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I say as Chill and Viper come out of Church.

“Let’s get going. I want to get this done.” Chill says passing Wildcard as she heads to The Pit.

Watching Chill taunt Alberto the other day was eye-opening, but nothing compared to the terror she invokes in the three men hanging naked in The Pit. Not only are their hands tied together with twine, but so are their ankles. They’re hanging from hooks attached to chains fastened to the ceiling.

“We cover the chains in oil so they can’t get purchase.” Chill explains. “Not that it matters. They won’t have the opportunity to escape.” I glance around the room and see all of Chill’s brothers either leaning against the wall or against the various objects scattered around the room. Smart men would see the wall of leather and realize they aren’t getting any help from that quarter, but the colonel and his henchmen have already proven to me they aren’t very smart.

“Look, whatever that bitch told you is a lie.” Patterson said with a sneer for Chill, who stands next to a table covered with various instruments. She has her arms crossed as she watches the men like they’re exhibits in the zoo. Her expression is one of boredom and disinterest.

“How did you ever make it to colonel?” Puma asks. “If you were really innocent, you’d be asking why we have you trussed up, but you immediately call out Chill for lying. Why? Because you know she told us what you did to her. You think we’ll take your word over hers because, what? She’s a woman and we’re all men?” Puma asks, while the rest of the club laughs.

“What you don’t seem to understand is that we’re all brothers and Chill here is our sister. She’s one of us. You aren’t. Plus, Chill doesn’t lie. She shoots straight. She doesn’t hold back her punches. Tells it like it is. You get the picture?” Wildcard mocks the men. “So when she tells us that the three of you are garbage who need to be taken out in the most painful way possible, well then, that’s what we’ll do. Chill’s our Sergeant of Arms, which means she has our back. It also means we have hers. And let me tell you, you made one hell of a mistake. One you’re going to pay for in blood and tears.”

“She’s just a cunt.” Abbott sneers at Chill, who hasn’t reacted to the talk going on around her and about her. She simply stares cool-eyed at the three men as if waiting for some cue. Her icy demeanor creates a frosty chill. We watch her, let her take the lead. The waiting wears on the three men as their nerves get the better of them. They glance around the room and at each other, but their eyes can’t stay off Chill.

At some cue that only she recognizes, Chill speaks as she holds up a hypodermic needle filled with some kind of fluid. It’s clear, with a slightly greenish tint. “We have a former Marine medic who’s with our San Diego chapter.” Chill says in a calm, almost bored, voice. “He likes to experiment with substances and he came up with this nifty little formula. They used it on a couple of human traffickers. He liked the results so much that he sent me a few vials. Thought I’d find a good use for them.” Chill continues as if she’s discussing the weather or something just as mundane. “As soon as I awoke at that airfield, well, I knew I’d be using it on you. It’s a version of chemical castration. A very painful version.” She pulls out her phone and turns it around so the three can see the screen, and hear, the video.

The sounds of men screaming in agony echoes around the room. I can’t see the video, but I can see the impact the video makes on our three prisoners. Each turns white, then a little green, and finally a sickly gray color.

“I thought you’d appreciate the visual.” Chill says, chuckling. “Something to look forward to, but that’s the finale. What I have planned for the main event, well, let’s just say I’ll hold back enough to keep you alive.”

She now has their undivided attention. They watch her move to the table and peruse the items on it as if searching for just the right object. I stare at her as well, enthralled by her icy beauty as she stands alone in her quest for revenge. A scream shatters the peace, jerking our attention to Billet. Behind him, standing tall as a Valkyrie, is Viper, in her hands a long thin rod with the other end deeply embedded up Billet’s ass.

“Rapists need to feel the pain of violation.” Viper says, twisting the rod before yanking it out again. The end is still burning red, causing all the men to shuffle their feet. “Chill likes things cold, but me, I’m partial to the heat. A hot poker up the ass drives the point home.” She pauses as she slides the poker back into the flame before pulling out one that is already burning red. “Pardon the pun.”

She moves behind Abbott, who is desperately trying to keep her in view and move away from her, all in vain. He’s begging and crying so when she shoves the poker in, his hoarse, blubbery scream fills the air, combining with Billet’s blubbers. Patterson glances at the men on each side of him before shooting his eyes to Viper. He watches her move to the fire and push the rod into the cinders.

“I didn’t rape anyone.” He tells her, fear making his voice crack.

“You didn’t stop them either.” Says Chill as she rams the rod she’s holding into his asshole. I jolt at his scream because, like him, my focus was on Viper. I see the shock and admiration on the faces of the surrounding men. None of them had been paying attention to Chill, either. We were all watching Viper. Fuck, they’re a terrifying team.

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