Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“You won’t have a thing to say about it. Dead men can’t do shit, Benny. I’m your angel of death, asshole. I’m going to make sure that you never breathe Grace’s or Asher’s air again.”
“Fuck you!” he spits, trying to pull on his restraints, causing more blood to flow out of his wounds.
Damn it. He may die too soon.
I let my knife move down his chest, cutting real lightly along the chest bone, then inserting it a little deeper just under the bottom of his ribs, and then I make a matching mark on the other side. Now he has blood coming from four areas, not enough, but it’s a start.
“While you’re lying in the ground, worms eating your rotted corpse, Benny, do you know what I’m going to be doing? I’m going to be fucking Grace every night showing her how a real man gives her his dick. I’ll raise Asher as my son and teach him to be a good man. Then, I’m going to put my baby inside of Grace. We’ll be living the good life and you? Hell, Benny, you’ll just be nothing but a glob of gunk for the ants, worms, and snails to play in. Fuck, I might not even bury you. I’m thinking I’ll just let you lay in the field and let the birds pick you to death that could work. How would you like that, Benny? Wouldn’t that be fun to have the buzzards peck out your innards day after day? Maybe they’ll start even before you completely die. That could be fun. You see, I’ve got friends here and there’s this big field back on top of a hill that no one ever goes to. It’s private property fenced off and I can just leave you laying there, bleeding out while the birds, wolves, coyotes, mountain lions or whatever find you. The more I think about it, the more I’m convinced that’s exactly what you deserve. Tell you what, why don’t you tell me what would be more painful? Just letting you bleed out here, or letting you bleed out in the wilds all by yourself, surrounded by hungry animals just waiting to tear into your corpse? What do you say, King?” I ask, briefly looking to the side of the room where he and Grunt are standing.
“I don’t think he deserves that much effort. How about you just throw the bastard into the Saint’s dog pen?”
“Dog pen?”
“Yeah, they call them their hell hounds. Their dogs have been bred with wolves. The club keeps them for security. If you throw this sack of shit in with them, there won’t be anything left. They’ll even chew on the damn bones.”
I grin. “Now, that sounds like fun.”
“Hm,” he hums. “It would get you home to Grace and Asher sooner.”
That makes my smile deepen. “Hey, Benny, look alert now. I’ve got some good news and some bad news.”
“Just do it already,” he says, crying like the spineless bitch he is now. I notice his voice is weaker. I hope he doesn’t die too soon. It’d be a shame for him to bleed out before I get him to the club. Oh well, if he doesn’t make it, I’ll still let the dogs play.
“Benny, King here is a genius. The good news is that we’re going to let the dogs eat you and save me time to be with my woman. The bad news is that it’s still going to take me a little over an hour to fool with you when I’d rather be holding my family. Still, it’s worth it to see your ass off to hell.”
“Please let me go,” he says.
“How many times did Grace beg you to leave her alone? I’d guarantee she has a bigger backbone than you do. You’re the pathetic one. Let’s load him up, boys.”
We instantly went into action. It took us about twenty minutes to load Benny up in the back of a van. Ironically, it’s the same type of van that my woman was kidnapped in. I was nice and even put bandages on his wounds. It was painful as hell because they were compression bandages, but I didn’t want him to bleed out yet. That would be too easy. This way, the taste of blood was there for the dogs, but they’d still have fun with him. Now we’re pulling into the Saint’s Outlaws compound and I’m glad. I just want this over with.
King pulls us around and we go to the area behind the compound. The entire backyard is fenced in and looks akin to a prison yard. There’s even electric on the fence and barbed wire. I don’t have this kind of thing at my club, but I’m definitely not against using it. Back home, I don’t want anything that might hurt the children and our family. Still, having trained watch dogs appeals to me. I may need to check into that when I get back to Virginia.