18. Tyson

Tyson

M y demon snarls in anger. Rage runs through my veins and I want to kill that fucking douchebag for touching my woman. I might hate that bitch with a passion and want to make her suffer until she takes her last breath, but I won’t let someone who isn’t my blood-brother touch her. Jasper and I bought her and she is my fucking property.

I go directly to the shed, knowing I will find Ansel and Rueben there. We’ve used my pets to make Dukes talk more than once.

The fucker is tied to the same chair that not long ago I had that bitch sit while I tortured her. She took it pretty well, not saying a word about what she knows about Carlos, but I bet I can make him talk by the end of the day.

Rueben and Ansel are preparing the torture kit. I remove my coat and go straight to the Duke, grab the collar of his t-shirt and punch him in the face. And I keep punching him until blood covers my knuckles—some mine, some his.

“Touch my bitch again and I will fucking kill you!” I snarl in his face.

He spits blood and a tooth or two on the floor. Looking at me with a grin on his stupid face, he says, “I did touch her. Not only me but the rest of my buddies as well. Her pussy is not the best out there, but she absolutely hates being fucked in the ass. You should hear how she cries. I bet it would turn you hard. At least she knows how to suck a cock.”

In all the years I’ve had my demon, I’ve never felt him more enraged than now.

I punch the Duke again and the chair falls back, his head hitting the cement floor hard. A grunt leaves him. I hope his head cracked open.

“You are going to kill him before we can find out answers,” Ansel warns me.

I run my fingers through my hair before I take out a cigarette and light it. It always calms my nerves when I smoke. I take a few puffs but I only feel more enraged. With the Duke, the bitch—especially her—and the rest of the world.

Rueben lifts up the chair. The Duke is alive, but the smug smile he had before is gone. Blood is coming out of his mouth.

“Are you alright?” I ask, noticing the wound on Rueben’s arm.

Rueben takes a moment before replying, making me worry. “If not for the Diseased Cunt, I could have been shot in the chest.”

“I was aiming for your head,” the Duke rectifies. “But that stupid bitch had to get in the way.”

Ansel doesn’t seem fazed by what Rueben said, but I need some whiskey to clear my head. The bitch saved Rueben’s life? Is this some trick on her part to make us believe she isn’t the fucking snake I know she is? Or was it some pathetic attempt to gain some sympathy from Rueben and make him change his mind about killing her? If that is to happen, I will personally chop her to pieces and feed her to my pets!

“It must be a mistake,” I try to make sense of what Rueben said. “The bitch surely hates you and me after what we did to her. Why would she save your life?”

Rueben doesn’t have a reply because he knows I am right.

Ansel snorts. “You know nothing about her. I thought I heard two shots,” he says to Rueben.

“The first one caught me off guard. Diseased Cunt tried to take the Duke’s gun and during the struggle, the bullet grazed my arm. The second one went into the ceiling,” Rueben explains.

If the bitch wanted to take the Duke’s gun, it was so she would be the one to kill Rueben. I know exactly the type of person she is and nothing will ever make me change my mind about her.

Turning his attention to the Duke, Ansel asks, “So tell me, Roy, what did Olivia hide from Jason?”

So the fucker is called Roy.

The bitch is hiding something from Jason? Probably porn books since that’s all she seems to read. Rueben and I used to make fun of her when we learned what she liked to read. She went from reading to putting into practice everything she learned from her books.

Another grin appears on Roy’s face. “You Lords think you’re so high and mighty, but you know nothing. And I ain’t tellin’ you shit.”

I finish smoking my cigarette, put it out on Roy’s face and take out the knife Reyes gave me. The handle was modified so that venom and other substances could be added to it. I already filled it with some shit Reyes is developing when he is not out there killing Dukes. I tried it on myself so I would know how bad the green liquid Reyes gave me hurts. It is safe to say I will never inject into myself any stuff Reyes gives me ever again. The only time I did, it hurt for days. Reyes explained he was inspired by some ants from the Amazon.

“We shall see about that,” I say and cut open Roy’s t-shirt.

The tattoo of a sword in flames is on his chest, letting me know he is a Warrior, a mercenary like me, but his training is severely lacking since he was caught so easily. I slash his tattoo, making sure a lot of liquid enters his body, wanting him to suffer, to scream in pain and beg for mercy. It takes only seconds for sweat to appear on his forehead. “Speak,” I say.

Despite the obvious pain he is in, Roy keeps a stupid grin on his face. “Like I said, I ain’t tellin’ you shit. But the only thing I am willing to share is Spencer’s whereabouts. Do let Olivia know, one secret for another. She tells me what I want to know and I will tell her what Jason won’t.”

“Spencer? Who the hell is Spencer?” Rueben asks.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Roy taunts us.

I drive my knife right into Roy’s right thigh, making him scream like a bitch. “Talk.”

“I already said too much.” Roy is stubborn, I give him that.

I take out two of my emperor scorpions and put them on his shoulders. “You are going to die, but how, is up to you. I can make it quick and easy or excruciatingly painful.”

Sweat begins to pour from him, a grimace of agony on his face. “You think I am afraid of dying? The clock is ticking.”

“Yeah, for you,” Ansel snorts.

I agitate the scorpions and they sting Ray in the shoulders and neck. When he screams, Ansel gladly punches him in the mouth.

“Who is Spencer, and what does he have to do with that bitch?” I snarl.

Despite the pain he is in, Roy laughs. “Go to hell.”

I look at Rueben and Ansel. They nod, and the real fun begins. Torturing Dukes and killing them is inked into my DNA. It is as easy as breathing. After putting the scorpions back in their terrariums, I yank my knife out from the Duke’s thigh, and I cut off his nipples. Not that he will need them anyway. When Roy screams, I hit him in the mouth with the back of the knife’s handle, making him lose more teeth.

“What is the bitch hiding?” I ask.

When no reply comes, I grab the pliers and start yanking his nails. I take my time, making it as painful as possible. Rueben might be on the verge of madness, but when it comes to torture, I am more ruthless than him. The beating the bitch received from me is nothing compared with what I will do to Roy.

“Ansel, give me the eye speculum,” I say. Roy turns pale. “You better start talking motherfucker, or else I will have you eat your eyes.”

Rueben holds Roy’s head while I put the speculum around it, forcing his eye wide open. “Fuck you, Lord.”

“I tried,” I say as I grab some needles from my torture kit. It is amazing how much damage these little fuckers can do. Grabbing the Duke’s chin, I bring one of the needles as close as possible to his eye. Rueben is still holding his head, but I wish he would let go because I know Roy will try to do something stupid. I move the needle closer until the tip pokes his cornea, making him scream.

“Tell me what I want to know, and the pain will stop,” I say.

“You think leaving me blind will make me speak. Tick, tock. It won’t be long now,” Roy grunts.

If being blind won’t crack him open, then something else will. Being the motherfucker I am, I give Roy new nails made from needles.

Roy spits on my face. “You think this is torture?”

I clean my face. The urge to yank out his eyes is overwhelming, but I control myself. Instead, I cut off the lobe of his left ear. When I torture someone, I do all kinds of terrible things to them, especially if it’s a Duke. “I am only beginning. Ansel, Rueben, give me a hand.”

Ansel and Rueben untie Roy and force him on his stomach, and I yank down his pants. Grabbing something from the torture kit, I show it to Roy, “Do you know what this is?”

“A pepper?”

“Ah, but what type of pepper?”

Roy swallows hard. “How should I know? I don’t really like spicy stuff.”

I smile like the Grinch. “A Carolina Reaper.”

“Are you going to make me eat it?” Roy wants to know.

“More or less.”

I break the skin of the pepper and shove it into Roy’s ass. The screams start almost immediately. If I really wanted, I would have made Roy talk by now, but he deserves to fucking suffer for hitting my woman. Ansel and Rueben put Roy back on the chair and we tie him before I put duct tape around his mouth. My ears are bleeding because of how loud he is screaming.

“What now?” Ansel asks.

After I make sure Roy won’t bleed to death, I say, “We will leave him like this until morning.”

This time, real dread appears on Roy’s face. He pulls on the restraints but can’t escape. He knows it but still fights.

I leave the eye speculum on. By morning, Roy will be the one who will want to claw out his eyes. We grab our coats, turn off the light in the shed, and we leave.

“Where is Diva?” Rueben asks.

“I left her in the barn in case someone tried anything funny,” I explain.

“Let’s check the farm and the surroundings. I don’t want to be caught off guard again,” Rueben says.

“Mose has to see you,” Ansel says to Rueben.

“After I make sure Diva is alright,” Rueben dismissed our concerns.

Knowing how stubborn Rueben can be, I decide not to insist. If he faints in the snow, it’s on him.

We make our way to the barn just as a loud explosion comes from the guest house. We fall to the ground but quickly get back up. The front part of the house is gone, while the rest is on fire.

My heart stills for a moment.

Tick, tock.

Roy put a fucking bomb in the house, and I never bothered to check because I was blinded by rage.

Half of my family was in that house. The link is still there, but for how long?

Ansel starts running. “Olivia!” He sounds… desperate.

I am concerned for Mose and Jasper, not for that bitch. I rush to the house, hoping to save my blood-brothers. Rueben is by my side, as usual.

“Olivia!” Ansel yells as he enters what is left of the house. Rueben and I follow him.

The kitchen is mostly gone and wooden beams block the hallway. There is no way we can remove them in time.

“Jasper! Mose!” I scream.

A moment later, Jasper’s voice comes from the room. “We are alive, but Mose was hurt. We are getting out through the window. The explosion shattered them.”

Without wasting any time, I get out and go to the windows. Mose is already out. He has a nasty cut across the left part of his face, from his jaw all the way up to his forehead. Jasper helps the bitch get out and the moment her feet touch the snow, I grab her by her hair and slam her into the wall, face first. My demon snarls in anger, hate spreading through my veins. He hates her as much as I do.

“You knew about this,” I snarl into her ear, accusing her of working with the Duke. “You will join your buddy, Roy, and—”

Jasper and Ansel peel me off the bitch.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Jasper barks at me while Ansel is making sure the bitch is alright.

“This is all her doing!” To her, I say, “What the fuck are you hiding from Jason, and who the hell is Spencer?”

Her face goes pale. She usually avoids looking into someone’s eyes but this time, she stares directly at me. There is a rage I have never seen in her gaze before.

“Don’t you ever say that name again!” Her tone is low but menacing.

I get in her face. “Or else what, bitch?” She doesn’t reply. “Is he some former lover? The one who fucked you for the first time only to dump you when he realized what a cunt you are?”

The bitch slaps me hard. “Shut up!” she yells.

Jasper and Ansel get in front of the bitch, letting me know they won’t let me harm her.

Blood comes out from the corner of my mouth and I clean it with my thumb. “You will regret this,” I say and I go to check the main house.

As for the guest house, we will have to tear it down and build a new one. Except for Jasper and the bitch, the others follow me.

After checking every room and every corner and not finding anything, I let Jasper—who is putting out the fire in what’s left of the guest house—know it is safe to go inside. The others start giving him a hand while I go to check the farm.

It doesn’t take long for Rueben to come after me. He is quiet and I appreciate it because all the hate I feel for the bitch is boiling inside of me and I need to find a way to blow off some steam. That bitch will regret hitting me. Jasper and Ansel might protect her now but they will get bored. Especially Ansel. He is not one to keep girlfriends for too long. Jasper though, might be a problem.

I go to the barn. “Diva, come. We have work to do.”

Diva might be loyal to Rueben but she listens to me too.

Armed only with a handgun and my knife, I make my way out of the property. Diva leads the way while Rueben walks beside me.

Rueben, who has been quietly observing me for several minutes, says, “I don’t think the Diseased Cunt had anything to do with the bomb.”

“Don’t tell me you suddenly forgive her because she prevented Roy from shooting you,” I voice my frustration.

“I will never forgive her for what she’s done, but I think you are letting your emotions take over.”

“Like you are not?” I point out.

We stop walking and Rueben takes out his cigarette pack and offers me one.

“Tyson, you are losing it.”

I light up the cigarette and take several drags from it. Maybe I am losing my shit but it started when the bitch came to live on the farm. I never thought I was capable of hating someone as much as I hate her.

“I am just stressed out,” I finally open up. “Things have not been turning out as I wanted, and this writer’s block is fucking with my brain.”

Ever since the night in the forest, I haven’t been able to write a damned word. Deadlines are approaching fast and all I do is sit in front of my laptop and watch words that make no sense to me.

Rueben smokes as he studies me for a while. “I figured. You need to clear your head.”

“You think I haven’t tried? But since we brought that bitch here, everything is going to hell.”

Finishing his cigarette, Rueben says, “Fuck her.”

“Are you crazy? She may as well have HSV or worse. I am not touching her until Maddox clears her.”

“You can always use condoms.”

It’s been a while since I fucked someone, and it might help me calm my demon. And me. “Fine,” I agree, “but only if you join me.” I only say it because I know he won’t touch the bitch and this will get him off my back. “Now, let’s finish inspecting the farm.”

We spend the next few hours inspecting every inch of the property and the surroundings but there is no trace of Jason and his friends. After setting traps around the farm, we check to see if Roy is still alive, leaving Diva to guard the farm, before returning to the house. The others have put out the fire by now.

It is close to midnight when Rueben and I enter the kitchen. The bitch is here, washing the dishes. Having her live in the guest house was bad enough but there is no fucking way I will let her stay in the house that is meant for the woman who will become my wife. The only place this bitch deserves to be is in a dog kennel and even that is too much luxury for her.

“What the fuck are you doing in my house!?” Rueben snarls, making her drop a plate.

Immediately, she drops to her knees. “I am so sorry,” she mumbles.

“Get the fuck out!” I yell. The bitch hurries to clean the broken plate. “Leave that and get the hell out!”

My voice is so loud Mose comes out of his room. The wound he sustained earlier is cleaned and a bandage covers it. “What’s with all the racket?”

“Why is the bitch here?” I demand to know.

“With the guest house ruined, where is she supposed to live?” Mose answers with a question.

“I don’t know and I don’t care. But not under the same roof as me,” I say.

Mose rubs his temples. “How about we give her back to her brother and be done with her.”

“No!” Rueben and I say at the same time.

Mose narrows his eyes. “So you don’t want her here but neither of you want her gone. Can you at least decide what you want?”

I look at the bitch. She is still on her knees like the whore she is. My gaze goes to Rueben and he gives me a curt nod. He is going to let her stay in the house. I should have guessed it. He always had a soft spot for her.

“Whatever.” I grab a beer from the fridge and sit at the table. Mose returns to his room. “Who told you you can set foot in here?” I ask her.

“Jasper. He said that I can stay in his room until the other house is fixed,” the bitch explains as she cleans the floor.

Even if I want to kick her out of here, where will she sleep, in the barn? Jasper and Ansel will never allow it. For now, I will have to accept her in my house.

“Jasper had no right to decide for all of us. Where is he anyway?” I inquire.

“He and Ansel went to check on the horses.”

Of course. Because Jasper always bails on us when shit hits the fan.

“It wasn’t enough that Roy put a bomb in the guest house, you decided to destroy this one, starting with the plates,” Rueben mutters while he sits on his chair.

“I didn’t realize how clumsy I am,” the bitch says.

I watch her while I finish my beer and when she tries to stand, I say, “Stay as you are. In the end, your place is on your knees.” I grab my beer and go to her. Her eyes widen, looking at me with fear. Like I am a monster. Maybe I am. A scratch is on her forehead and I lift up my hand so I can trace it with the tip of my finger, making her flinch. “Did I do this?” She shrugs, her gaze fixed on my chest. My attention goes to her right cheek. A bruise covers it. “Is this where Roy hit you?”

“I don’t remember,” she replies.

Is she stupid or what?

“Rueben told me you prevented him from being shot again,” I change the subject.

Her eyes dart to Rueben. “He still got hurt.”

“He did, and for this, you deserve to be punished. Not to mention, you slapped me earlier.”

She nods slowly.

“When she scratched my face, I whipped her with my belt. How are you going to teach her never to put her hands on you?”

I remember what Roy said about the bitch hating to be fucked in the ass. Seeing her on her knees makes me hard as hell. I don’t even remember when the last time I went to the Blood Lodge to have my needs taken care of was. Having the bitch here is convenient.

The bitch guesses what’s going through my mind as she asks, “How may I please you?”

I want to gag her on my cock, then bend her over the table and fill her ass with my cum while Rueben fucks her mouth.

It’s like the bitch reads my mind. Her hands reach to open my fly, and I grab her wrists with my free hand. “Stay away from my office,” I say and leave the kitchen, taking what is left of my beer with me.