Drake shifts back before getting to his feet, he walks to the table grabbing a knife and walking over to Tim. I stand up just as Drake stabs the knife between his legs and he screams, the knife going into his testicle.
“Where are they?” He growls, twisting the blade.
Tim screams when Drake presses the handle down, slicing his balls off. Blood pouring everywhere, and Tim passes out from the blood loss before he could answer. I see Tyson sway, going pale. Tate grabs him just as he is about to hit the floor. “He lasted longer than I thought,” Tate says.
“Put him to bed. Drake, help me string Tim up,” I tell him.
Tate carries my limp brother out of the basement.
I untie him and Drake grabs the chains before I grab a hook.
“Hold his wrists together,” I tell him, when Drake is done chucking the chain over the beam.
He holds his wrists together while I shove the hook through both wrists, hear his bones snapping and trying to heal around the hook. I then hook the other end to the chain. Drake starts pulling before hooking the chain to the wall once he was hanging upright, his head hanging limply forward.
It takes a while for him to wake as his wolf heals him.
He groans, lifting his head and looking around disoriented. Tim looks up at his hands before thrashing.
“Last chance to speak before I skin you alive. Starting, with this,” I tell him, tapping the knife on his dick. Drake tosses me some gloves.
“Better glove up. God knows where he’s been.”
Tim thrashes as he watches me put the gloves on.
“Never felt the need to do a circumcision. But, you I am willing to give it a shot. My guinea pig, if you will”
“I was lying! I was lying!” he screams when I grab his flaccid cock.
“Lying about what?” I ask, pressing the blade to the base of his cock.
“About Lucy! She hasn’t been sold!”
“But you have been selling them?” I ask, slicing his skin.
“Yes! The teenagers, mainly as bodyguards for the rich. Trained right they obey, most are looked after”
“Mainly, so not all?” I ask slicing all the way around, a nice clean cut, he screams before panting. His skin slowly healing.
“Not all. We aren’t sure of their intentions, but we don’t care as long as they pay. Danika came up with the idea when we started running out of funds,” he says. His words anger me, my first mate would sell off kids.
“What do you know of Danika?”
“I know you fucking killed my wife! I loved her and you fucking killed her! Your own mate, you sick bastard!” he screams.
“I do have regrets about Danika…. I regret I didn’t kill her slower,” I tell him, slicing a fresh circle around the base.
“I think this would be more suitable.” Drake says, handing me the blowtorch. He clicks the trigger, blue flame coming out the end. I hand him the knife while taking the blowtorch.
Tim’s eyes on the flame. “Everyone breaks, you won’t be any different,” I tell him.
R eika
Waking I stretched, rolling over to find Ryker’s side of the bed empty, his spot cold like he hadn’t been in bed for awhile. I could feel his anger through the bond making me wonder what upset him.
Climbing out of bed, I tossed the blankets off and was about to walk out the door when I remembered I had no pants on. Ryker is constantly drumming in my head about clothes. Though I didn’t see the point in them but just to keep him happy, I walk into the walk-in and grab some pants. The tight fabric I was slowly getting used to but the buttons on them were a real bitch.
“Don’t zip yourself again,” Amanda says as I try to zip the stupid thing up. I didn’t have a good experience with zips. I zipped a piece of me that doesn’t belong in a zipper, yet the underwear rode up my butt making the pants even more uncomfortable, so I wasn’t putting those on.
I manage to get the zip up and the first button done, but the second and third just wouldn’t do up. I grab one of my shirts, not bothering with a bra. That thing was too complicated for my brain and without Ryker I stood no chance of getting it on comfortably. Like who the hell came up with the idea of a bra? Ridiculous bloody thing, making my breasts all sweaty and my nipples itching. Stupid invention! Do women not realize their tits are attached to them, they aren’t going to just fall off them.
Walking out, I see Tate carrying a passed out Tyson up the stairs.
“Is he alright?” I ask rushing over, both of them saturated in blood and both butt naked. Tate looks at me, before rushing into Tyson and Ace’s room, placing Tyson in the bed. He then grabs one of their shirts covering himself, though I don’t know why. I have seen his dick before, not as impressive as Ryker’s, but not something to be ashamed about.
“What happened?” I ask, looking at Tyson.
“Nothing Luna. Go back to whatever you were doing”
“I was looking for Ryker. Have you seen him? Why are you both covered in blood?”.
He ignores my question about the blood. “Ryker is busy, he will see you soon,” he says, making me eye him suspiciously.
“Reika, your pants are undone and your shirt is on back to front,” Ace says, making me look down.
“No it’s not. And I can’t do the buttons” I say looking at my black shirt.
“Yes it is, the picture should be at the front,” Ace says, standing up and walking over to me. I didn’t even see a picture on it.
“Pull your arms in,” Ace says and I do and he spins the shirt around and I push my arms through the holes again.
“See?” Ace says, pointing to the picture on the front with writing.
“What’s it say?” I ask him.
“Just a brand logo,” he says, reaching for my pants. I step back.
“What are you doing?” I ask when I see his hands reach toward my crutch.
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