HUCK
Maddy was sleeping on the sofa in my room in case Trinity woke up. Blaise was at the house while the girls slept downstairs, and Ms. Jimmie was keeping Cree. Levi and Gage were standing in the cellars located under the ranch.
I’d spent the drive over here remembering how Trinity had looked in that library. How her sobs had destroyed me. The fantastic sex hadn’t removed the need for revenge. It might have heightened it. Being inside Trinity only made me want to possess her more. Instead of fucking her out of my system, it seemed she was locking me down every time I sank inside her tight cunt.
I slammed through the last steel door and closed it behind me. The man currently hanging by his hands in the middle of the concrete room hadn’t been touched. Gage had sworn to me he’d refrain from doing anything. I wanted this. However, Gage had tied him up painfully enough that he was groaning through the gag in his mouth. His toes barely grazed the floor. The small trickle of blood running down his arms from the locks on his wrists had him crying like a fucking baby.
I walked up to him and pulled the gag off. “Who are you?” I barked at him, already knowing who the fuck he was.
“You’ve got the wrong guy. I don’t know you. I came with a woman I’d met at a bar last week. I’m an accountant—”
“YOUR FUCKING NAME,” I cut him off.
“Roy Hayley. I don’t even live around here. I live in Pensacola. I was in town on business and met this woman.”
I held out my hand to Gage, who placed the knife I needed in it. We’d done this show many times before. But never had I done it with this much rage and hate. It had always been business. Never personal. It took on a whole new meaning when it was personal.
I held the blade against his cheek as he whimpered. “Unless I ask you a fucking question, don’t talk.”
“Okay,” he whispered, holding still, afraid he’d get cut if he moved.
I wanted to laugh. The bastard was worried about me slicing his cheek. He had no idea. But first, I was getting answers. I ran the knife down to his chin, leaving a bloody trail as I went. He let out a long wail. Jesus, he was a pussy. The men we normally had down here wouldn’t make a fucking sound until we removed a finger or an ear. The tongue also got a reaction.
“How do you know Trinity?” I asked him.
“That’s what this is about? Trinity? What did that bitch tell you?”
Typically, I had control. I could pace myself. I let them beg and plead. That wasn’t the case when someone called my woman a bitch. I was in his face, seething, as I buried the knife in his limp dick. He screamed as I twisted it. The screams continued while I pulled the knife out and wiped the blood on his pants leg.
“Let’s try this again. How do you know Trinity?”
His eyes were wide, and the understanding that he wasn’t going to walk out of here alive was starting to sink in. “She’s … she’s … my step … step … sister,” he panted through his pain.
“The Tabitha bitch is your mother then,” I said.
“My mom raised her. Whatever she told you is a lie,” he started.
Gage let out a laugh as I took my knife and buried it in his thigh. Another agonized scream tore from his chest as he began to tremble.
I turned and looked at Levi and Gage. Levi was sitting on a chair with his ankle propped on his knee and his arms crossed over his chest. Gage was grinning like the crazed psychopath he was while watching.
“He’s not very bright,” I said to them.
“Nope,” Levi replied.
“Those are the best ones,” Gage said.
I turned back to Roy. “You get one warning because it is fucking clear you need it. I’m going to ask you some more questions, and at any time you lie or you degrade or say anything negative about Trinity, I’ll take one of your fingers. Do you understand me?”
He nodded. Blood and tears streaked his face.
“When he says take one of your fingers, he means he will cut it off. Just clarifying because you appear to be a dumbass,” Gage called out.
I smirked. “Now, what did you do to Trinity in the past that would cause her to get so upset at your mere appearance that she’d run away from you?”
He blinked, and snot bubbles came out of his nose. He started to shake his head, and I moved to go to him. Finger number one was going. He seemed to understand that.
“No, wait. I-I was her older brother. We didn’t get along,” he stammered out.
I reached up and held his right hand while he begged and cried. I took his pinkie. The man could wail like a damn baby. He was loud. Holding his pinkie, I showed it to him. Then, he threw up. I tossed the finger down to lie on top of his vomit. When he was finished puking and muttering, I slapped his face.
“SHUT UP!”
He quieted down.
“Now, let’s try this again. What did you do to Trinity?”
He gasped and choked as the blood from where I’d taken his finger poured down his arm. “You’re gonna kill me anyway,” he sobbed.
“Think of it as a cleansing of the soul,” Gage suggested.
I could hear Levi’s chuckle.
“Who are you? Why are you doing this?”
I could ignore him. I could take another finger. Cause more pain, but I wanted him to die knowing why he was dying. Who I was. I walked up and pressed the knife under his chin.
“I’m the lucky son of a bitch who has her in my bed. I fucked her sweet pussy and tucked her in before I came to deal with your worthless ass. That’s who the fuck I am.”
He gasped, and more fucking snot bubbles came out. “So, she got herself hooked up with psychos. She was just engaged to a minister. He died.”
I pushed the knife harder until it broke the skin under his chin. “The minister was my brother. And we’re the fucking Mafia.”
His eyes rounded, and he choked. I moved back from him.
“I’m getting bored with this bullshit. Tell me what the fuck you did to my woman when she was growing up.” I’d just called her my woman. It wasn’t lost on me, and I knew it wasn’t lost on Gage and Levi. I heard Gage clear his throat, but I ignored it. Yeah, I’d fucking said it.
“Mom didn’t let her eat,” he said in between gasps. “She called her fat and wrapped up her boobs because she said they were fat. She went without meals a lot, and if she got caught eating anything without permission, she was punished.”
Yeah, Tabitha was next. I was seething as I stared at him.
“How was she punished?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“Closet in the basement. Mom locked her in there. Would tie her hands up and gag her, then leave her there for days at a time. She’d …” He swallowed and closed his eyes. “She’d end up using the bathroom on herself.”
I walked over and grabbed a metal pole we used for beating, picked it up, and roared as I began to hit the wall over and over again. I had to do something, or I was going to combust. That fucker had to stay alive long enough for me to get it all out of him, but I wasn’t sure I could handle it. Dropping the pole, I stalked back over to him. Inches from his blood and snot-covered face.
“What else?”
“Mom said she had demons in her, and that was why she had big boobs at eleven. She started her period early, too, and Mom was convinced that was a sign of the Devil. Then, at thirteen—” He stopped. “Look, I didn’t live there. I was eight years older than her. We never lived in the house together. Mom married her dad the summer I went off to college. I just visited on holidays.”
I held the knife to his ear. “But it wasn’t your mother she ran from tonight.”
“Please, no. Please,” he sobbed. “You’re gonna kill me either way,” he moaned.
I nodded. “Fuck yeah, I am. But you can die quickly, or we can prolong it. I can take you one small slice at a time until you bleed out. Pieces are easier to dispose of.”
“Oh God,” he cried out.
“God doesn’t give a fuck about you,” I spit at him. “Tell me what you did, or I’ll take this ear.”
“Probably a better look for him. He’s got fucked up ears,” Gage said from behind me.
Roy let out a strangled moan. “I was twenty-one and horny. Her body was developed for thirteen. More than most girls I knew. Mom kept her locked away when I was there, but when she would leave …” He closed his eyes. “Just go ahead and kill me.”
“I know you didn’t rape her because my dick took her virginity. What did you do?”
It took every ounce of control I had not to reach up and just break his fucking neck. She had been thirteen, and he’d used the word horny. Fucking hell!
I heard Gage whisper, “Fuck,” under his breath.
I hadn’t told them about her being a virgin. It wasn’t their damn business. But I wanted them to know. I had taken that pussy, and it was mine now.
“When Mom left, I’d wait until she snuck out of her room to get something to eat. Then, I’d corner her and force her to take off the bandage wrap Mom kept wrapped around her boobs so I could see them.”
“HOW did you make her?”
He swallowed hard, and blood from the cut under his chin ran down his neck. “I pushed her down.” He paused. “Kicked her,” he groaned, “until she was hurt and couldn’t move.”
My entire body was shaking. I had to get this out of him before I unleashed the fury burning through my chest.
“You knocked her unconscious?”
He sobbed. “No. I … I just kicked her. Cracked her ribs, bruised her, knocked the breath out of her.” He cried out even though I hadn’t touched him.
“And?” I bit out, not sure I could handle any more.
“I … I … was horny. She had … her boobs were big. I was a kid.”
I took a step toward him, and he let out a wail.
“I masturbated on her!” he shouted. “I would shoot it on her boobs and sometimes her face. Once, I opened her mouth, and … I’d never seen boobs like hers. I was just a ki—”
The knife slit his throat, and I watched as blood gurgled out of his mouth. His eyes went wide as he choked on his own blood. The life went out of his eyes.
Then, I threw my head back and yelled at the top of my lungs while rage pounded in my veins.
I’d killed the fucker without thinking. I wanted him to suffer more. But I snapped. The image in my head of my Trinity hurt and unable to fucking move while that sick son of a bitch masturbated on her was too much. I’d wanted it to end. Him to fucking stop. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I wanted a slice at him,” Gage sighed. “Sick fucker. I hope there’s a hell he can burn in.”
