Boomer Chapter 19

It was finally dark. We'd been watching and waiting for the past four hours. It was hard to stay hidden while I knew Mason was in that house. We wanted to nab him before the women arrived, but no such luck. He had people around until the first one arrived. Over the next two hours, two more came. None of them left. The ranch had finally settled down, and we were on the move. We moved stealthily, dressed all in black. We weren't expecting trouble, but we were prepared. It was decided only four of us would actually break into the house. Maestro assured us he could disable the security system.

It was me, Sin, Executioner, and Pitbull. We were used to working together, and while the rest of my brothers were more than capable, I felt good about having a former Navy SEAL and two Marines with me, although I would never tell them that. We were making our entry now due to Maestro. He was back at the Regulators' clubhouse monitoring shit with Rampage's help. He reported there were screams now coming from more than one woman in the house. He told us they didn't sound like pleasure.

Getting inside was easy. As we entered, we could hear the screams. Wanting to know where everyone was, we spread out and quickly checked the rest of the house. Finding it empty, we converged on the door where we could hear the screams and begging coming from. My blood boiled hearing it. When we kicked in the door and stormed inside, my rage exploded.

It was some kind of sex dungeon. How the fuck did he have this here, and his dad not know it? Or did he, and he ignored it? Pushing those thoughts away, I focused on the sight in front of us. He had a woman strapped to a St. Andrew's cross. Another was restrained on some kind of sex bench, and the third was tied spread eagle to a bed. All of them had signs of torture. There were multiple bleeding cuts all over their bodies. The sadistic fucker was standing there in his underwear, holding a bloody knife. The look of surprise on his face quickly morphed into a sneer.

"I don't know who the hell you are, but you've picked the wrong house to rob. Do you know who I am?"

I advanced. "We know who you are, Mason Judge. And you don't scare us, you sick bastard. We're here to take out the trash, and you're it," I sneered back.

Because we knew the women would be there, we'd covered our faces with balaclavas. The only thing they would see was our eyes. We had no identifying tats or anything visible. Even if they went to the cops when we released them, which was doubtful due to their profession, there would be nothing they could tell them.

The one on the cross couldn't see us well, but the others could. "Please, help us," the one on the bed begged. The other two were sobbing.

"We will, just stay calm," I told them. Sin, Pitbull, and Executioner went to help them get loose. I would deal with Mason.

"You have no right to be here. Leave before I call the cops. Don't touch them!" he yelled at my brothers. In a flash, I was in his face, and I slammed my fist into his jaw, knocking him to the floor. I kicked him, making him moan and grab his ribs. It was all I could do not to beat and kick him to death right there, but I had other plans for him.

"Shut the fuck up! You're not in charge here, Judge. It's time you paid for your sins and we're just the ones to do it. You're coming with us."

Quickly, before he could recover, I was on him. I secured his wrists and ankles with industrial zip ties, then gagged his sputtering ass. The others had the women untied, and they were slowly getting into their clothes. The pain was evident on their faces. My brothers were giving them directions. They were nodding they understood. I didn't see them alerting someone to our presence or the cops after we left. With the cameras also off in the house courtesy of Maestro, it would be a mystery what happened to the sadistic prick.

Like clockwork, they got the women hustled out and into their cars. They zoomed away without a backward glance. I carted Judge to where the rest of our team waited, and then we melted away. Phase one of the mission was complete. Now, to the good part.

A safe distance away, the Regulators had their vehicles stashed. They were nondescript and had no license plates. I shoved Mason into the back of one. He'd be cramped, but I didn't give a shit. Let him hurt. The rest of us piled into them. I rode in the one Mason was in. His groans and attempts to talk around his gag amused me.

The drive to the location near Bonesteel took minutes. It was literally five miles or so up Highway 18. We ended up in the countryside, which was no surprise there. The building in front of us was a rundown old store, like one of those mom-and-pop grocery stores.

Dragging him out of the back, I hefted him up and inside. That's when I realized why they would use it. We were led to the back and into a large room, which used to be the walk-in freezer or cold room. The heavy steel door and the walls inside made it essentially soundproof. You could shut it and do whatever you wanted to your captive. Sweet. It was well outside the tiny town of Bonesteel, and I hadn't noticed any neighbors for miles.

There was a large industrial hook hanging from the ceiling. The kind used to hang up a side of beef or whole pigs after you slaughter them. There were manacles hanging off it. I dropped him to his feet. He got a hopeful look on his face when I cut the ties to his wrists, but he soon realized he wasn't being set free when I secured his wrists in the manacles. He thrashed around and was mumbling behind the gag. I smirked at him. Let him squirm.

"Looks like you caught your prey," Carnage joked as he eyed Judge.

"We did and set his poor victims free," I snarled as I glared at Judge.

"No need to wait on our account. Let the festivities begin!" Carnage shouted. His men cheered and laughed. I liked their attitude.

Mason Judge was strung up, so he had to stay on his tiptoes to touch the floor. His shirt and shoes had been removed, but the rest of his clothes remained on. His legs would be cramping and screaming in pain soon. I went back to him and yanked off his gag. He immediately went into a swearing rant as he informed us of what was to come if we harmed him. I listened until I had enough, then I punched him in the face. I felt his nose break.

"Shut the fuck up. No one wants to hear your bullshit threats. In case you're not very smart, let me spell it out for you. You're not leaving this place alive. Before you die, I will ensure you suffer. Unfortunately, I don't have time to do it as long as I would like. I want to get back to my woman and forget you ever existed."

He shut up and glared at me. I glared back. Eventually, he was the one to look away. I was the bigger alpha and he now knew it. "Why're you doing this? If you let me go, I can pay you."

I laughed humorlessly. "Pay me? You think money solves everything. It was money that led you to be here with us."

"I don't know what you mean. How does money have anything to do with this unless you plan to ransom me?"

"Ransom you! Your dad will probably be thrilled you're gone. He knows what a threat you are. Why else would he do what he did?"

"What did he do? You're not making any sense."

"Then let me clear up why you're here. You've been trying for six years to find and kill Isobel Rogers. It's gone on long enough. Your hunting ends today."

Astonishment overtook his face, and then it morphed into anger. "What does the gold-digging, murdering whore have to do with this? With you? Who are you? Did she hire you and your gang of thugs to do this? I can double whatever she's paying you if you let me go and tell me where she is," he exclaimed loudly.

I hammered my fists into both ribs. He cried out. I hit with the intent of breaking some. I was sure I got at least a couple. I snarled out my answers. "She's not a whore or a gold digger, and she killed your brother in self-defense because he was a raping murderer! Yeah, she's with me, but she didn't hire us. I'm her man, and we're not a gang. We're the Ares Infidels MC and the Devil's Regulators MC, who were nice enough to help us. There's no amount that will make us let you go. You've hunted her too long and denied her access to your dad and to her goddamn mom's grave!"

I expected him to be surprised and to get upset. I didn't expect him to almost foam at the mouth and get crazy-eyed. "Whore! Whore! She can't have it. I'll stop her. She'll bleed and beg me to kill her. I like to see them bleed and cry."

As he ranted, the son of a bitch got a boner. Jesus Christ, what the hell was wrong with him? The thought of torturing and killing excited him. No wonder he did those things and probably more to those whores. Now I was wondering if he'd killed any of them. I wouldn't be surprised. Had he always been crazy, or had his brother's death pushed him to expose his sadistic, insane side?

"Fuck, man, look at him. He's hard. We need to get on with this and end the sick fucker. What's next, Boomer?" Pitbull asked in disgust. I didn't blame him. I was disgusted, too.

"Since he likes to cut people, I think he should experience what they do. I paid attention to the cuts he put on those poor women back at his dad's house. I'll start with duplicating those." As I replied to my brother, I took out the knife I tended to carry with me in my boot. It was a habit I picked up growing up in Dad's club. You never knew when you might need to use it.

He didn't snap out of his rant until after the third cut. I started on his torso, his chest, to be exact. As I went to place a fourth cut, he quieted and then calmly explained himself. "I purged the evil out of them so they wouldn't do those awful things anymore."

"What awful evil things did they do? They never hurt you," I snapped back.

"All women are evil. They use sex and their bodies to confuse and use men. I thought Dad knew this, but she fooled him, and he married her. And as if that wasn't bad enough, she brought her daughter, the next generation of evil. God, how Monroe and I hated them. We had to watch Dad fawn all over them and think they were perfect."

"Your dad fell in love. There was nothing evil about it, and he had a big heart. One big enough to love and treat her daughter like she was his. Bella is one of the most caring women I know. The work she does with kids and other people is amazing. I know she's like that because of her mom. You're full of shit. The only reason you two hated them was because you didn't want to share the wealth you would get when he dies."

He sneered at me. "She has you under her spell. Watch. She'll take your money, ruin your life, and move to the next man to do it again. All a woman is good for is sex."

"I pity you. You have no idea what it is to love and be loved. It's the greatest thing in the world. I don't know who hurt you to make you this way. Or maybe you've had screws loose since birth, but there was no evil to release in them or Bella. You're the evil one, and your reign of terror ends tonight."

"Love is a myth. Women use it as an excuse to trap men. They use their wiles and then suck you dry. They have no morals or honor," he spat back.

I laughed. "You think what you did to those women at the house was honorable? You get off on pain and blood. Let's see if you still do when it's your pain and blood." As I finished my reply to the sick fuck, I sliced him again.

None of the cuts were deep enough to be life-threatening unless he was left to bleed for hours. I had a solution to prevent it. After giving him a dozen cuts, I gestured to Pitbull. "I need to close these wounds."

He knew what I'd brought in my saddle bags. He grinned as he opened the old rucksack and took out a small blow torch. It wasn't a unique torture item, but it was effective. He was nice enough to light it for me. The Regulators cheered when they saw it. Judge's eyes widened when he caught his first glimpse. He shook his head. I saw fear in them. The cuts hadn't even brought out much fear.

"No, don't! Please, I'll stop. I won't look for her anymore. Just let me go, and I swear I won't tell anyone about this," he said in a rush.

"Of course you won't. Do I look like an idiot? You can't stop. I told you our names for a reason. To prove there's nothing you can say or do to make us let you live. Your dad will have to be content with having a daughter. His sons were rotten human beings."

I swiftly applied the flame to the first cut. He screamed in agony as the smell of burned flesh started to permeate the air. We were hardened men who'd seen too much. This smell was familiar. You'd think for me it would give me flashbacks to my time in the Army. There had been many times burned flesh had been part of my life. Luckily for me, that wasn't one of my triggers, though I did have a few.

He continued to scream and beg as I burned all twelve cuts. When I was done, he sagged in the chains. He was sweating and shaking. Maybe I was a sadist too. I enjoyed his pain but, in my case, I only enjoyed watching someone suffer when they were monsters. A regular person's pain sickened me.

Handing the torch back to Pitbull, I walked around Judge's body. My cuts had been confined to his chest and stomach. He had a lot more skin left untouched. The remaining ones would be just to make him hurt more. As I examined him, my hands ached to pound. I didn't hold back as I let loose with my fists. I pounded his kidneys, ribs, and stomach, and for good measure, I landed the last punch to his crotch. It was too much, I guess, because he vomited.

"Hey, Boomer, I'm curious. Are you planning to beat and bleed him to death?" Flint asked casually from where he leaned against the wall, watching him retch.

"What's the fun in that? I have a big finale for him, a real send-off. I think we'll all enjoy it. Things are gonna get hot around here." I smirked as I told him. My Infidel brothers all groaned.

"Ah fuck, he's doing it. I knew it. I hope the hell no one is close," Rampage muttered.

"We're out in the middle of nowhere. That's why this place went under. Not enough traffic. The people who owned it weren't business savvy. The nearest neighbor is miles away. Why did you say that? What's he gonna do?" Crash asked.

"You'll see. Just be ready to get the hell outta here," Vicious told him. The other Regulators exchanged questioning glances, but they didn't say anything.

I went back to work and laid open a huge cut that ran from his right shoulder to his left hip. He screamed really loud on that one. When his skin was laid open, I had a new treat for him. I went to my bag and took out a bottle of whiskey. It wasn't because I was thirsty. The guys snickered as I brought it back. Judge was shaking his head and muttering, "No, no, no."

I slowly poured it over the back wound. He sobbed. He was now hanging with his arms taking all of his weight. I set the bottle on the floor and then circled back to face him. "If you haven't confessed your sins to our maker, you'd better get to it. However, I don't know if he'll forgive you. I've done things that may end up with me burning in hell, but if I go there, I'll know it wasn't because I ever hurt or killed an innocent person. You can't say the same."

"Fuck you," he whispered. All the fight was gone. It was his final piece of bravado. He was a disappointment on that front. I'd hoped he'd fight back harder and longer. My desire to keep at him was waning. Suddenly, I wanted him dead and us on our way home. I missed Bella.

"Guys, what do you say? Should I do more cutting and other fun things, or should we just end this shit and go back to the clubhouse so we can have a drink?"

"Drink."

"Clubhouse."

Both words came from most of the guys then they took up the chant, "Kill the bastard."

I grinned and listened for several seconds before I replied. "Your wishes are my command. Get your asses outside and in the vehicles. When I come out, we've gotta get our asses gone. No delay. You do not want to be here after I come out," I warned them. My brothers were chuckling.

"What're you gonna do?" Pipes asked. He was one of the regular Regulator members.

"You'll see. Go."

This got them headed for the door. Most were muttering to each other trying to figure out what I was planning. My club knew. Executioner handed me my bag and winked before he left. As soon as they were outside, I got to work. I finished the last steps and got my parting gifts in place in record time. Judge was moaning and had his eyes closed. I left him alone until I was ready to leave. Before exiting I shouted my last remarks.

"Mason, look at me!" His eyes slowly half opened. They were dull and filled with pain.

"Isobel's life is beautiful, and I plan to make it even more beautiful. You'll be forgotten. Our lives will go on. Hope you and your psycho brother enjoy your reunion in hell. This is my send-off for you."

I pointed in front of him on the floor. When he caught sight of my main gift, he began to scream and plead. I blocked his words out and hurried outside to the awaiting vehicles. I hopped into one which had Sin, Executioner, Carnage, and Rowdy in it.

"What's your surprise?" Rowdy asked.

"Go, you'll see," I ordered. Rowdy was in the driver's seat. He huffed but he did as I said. The others followed in their vehicles. Just over a mile down the road, I told him to stop. He did, which brought the rest to a stop. I pulled out the last thing I brought from home. When they saw it, their eyes widened. We could still see the building in the distance. I flipped open the cover and then pressed the button with a smile on my face. The explosions were a thing of beauty. I watched as the building and Mason Judge were blown sky-high. The windows were down, so I heard cheering from the other vehicles. I watched for a minute, then reluctantly gave the order. If I had my way, I'd stay and watch it burn for hours, but sadly I couldn't.

"Get us outta here before someone comes and our asses end up in jail."

Rowdy didn't waste time taking off. The whole ride back to their compound, I sat in thought. I was planning my next moves when I got home. Bella would say yes to the house, and soon she'd say yes to being my wife, I hoped. First, though, I had to get her to meet Mom. I knew my mom would love her. Those pleasant thoughts were what made the time speed by.