Twisted Chapter 21

In the end, it was too easy, in my opinion. We were in the Jenner house without raising an alarm or anyone catching us. They were arrogant. They thought their huge fancy ass house afforded them special protection. It was the only explanation I came up with to explain why they had an alarm system but no deadbolts on their doors. The system was easily bypassed or whatever Wire did. He assured us no one would dispatch the cops. As far as the monitoring company knew, everything was working normally.

When we entered the house, we filed in and then split up. Again, Wire had gone above and beyond. He had the house plans for their home. If we had to search it room by room, it would've increased our chances of someone hearing us and calling the cops. Instead, he pinpointed on the plan where the master bedroom was and where Billy likely was. The place had seven bedrooms.

They'd gone to dinner and returned home around nine o'clock. Billy was out until eleven. I was worried he might stay out all night with his friends, but Wire was confident he'd come home for the night because Billy had plans for his big party with his friends on the weekend. Wire was right.

We got there around twelve thirty. There was still a light on, which helped us find what had to be Billy's bedroom based on the map we had. We hung out in the deep shadows until the house went dark. For good measure, we waited forty-five minutes more to allow them to fall asleep, then proceeded to break and enter.

Tonight, besides me, there was Agony, Hulk, Pope, Cyclone, and Nitro. All of my club brothers wanted to come, but it would be overkill and make it harder to get in and out unnoticed. Although they had no neighbors right up on them, they weren't completely isolated. We ended up drawing names to determine who would come with me. It was the only fair way. The ones who didn't get to come teased Agony, saying he cheated. He gave them a smirk and taunted them, saying that maybe he had.

Agony was going with me to talk to Billy. The rest would control the parents and put the fear of God in them. They wouldn't touch the wife, even if she might deserve it in some ways, but the same couldn't be said for Jenner. He might have hands put on him. I knew for damn sure hands would be placed on Billy. By the time we were done with them, they'd be too scared to run to the cops and narc us out. And if they weren't, Wire had us set up with a video showing we never left the compound. He said it was something Smoke in Dublin Falls had shown him how to do. It would give us an alibi, and Wire swore it couldn't be proven fake.

We had to be stealthy, so not only did we not bring bikes or wear our cuts just in case we were spotted, but also, in order not to make noise inside, we had on soft-soled boots, not our usual biker boots. We split up to go to our assigned targets. The closed door before me was begging me to kick it in, but I resisted. Agony was the one to turn the knob and ease it open.

Hearing no cries, he widened it far enough that we were able to enter. It was the first quarter moon tonight, so there was enough light spilling through the gap in the curtains to see the bed and the outlines of furniture. We made it to the bed without tripping and falling over anything. There was a mound under the covers. A soft snore came out of it. Knowing it had to be Billy, I whipped the covers off him and flung them toward the bottom of the bed. Almost instantaneously with that, I slapped my hand over his mouth as he startled awake and tried to raise up. His squawk of surprise was cut off.

"Light," I told Agony softly. He found and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.

Billy's eyes were wide with distress. When he spotted me, it began to change to dread. I wouldn't be satisfied until it was genuine fear. Seeing his face made me want to punch him as hard as I could, but I knew I had to wait. First came the talking part, and then the fun would begin.

"I'm removing my hand. Don't yell. If you do, my brothers will hear you, and they'll kill your parents. Right now, four of them are standing guard over them. Their lives depend on you. Do you understand?"

He nodded his head. I ease d back my hand. He didn't yell, not that it mattered. Again, no one was close enough to hear anything but his folks. I leaned close so I was right in his face. Jesus, didn't the kid own a toothbrush? His breath was almost enough to knock me over. I moved back a bit. Agony was casually hanging out on the opposite side of the bed. He was watching him, though.

"Did you honestly think I wouldn't make you pay for everything you did prior to the other day's attack? If so, you're dumber than I thought. Fucker, I've been biding my time until you were legal. You'd earned yourself a beating with all the shit you did this school year to Aliya and Arif. However, what you tried to do to my sweet girl the other day has earned you hell, boy. What kind of man or boy tries to rape someone? What the fuck is wrong in that head of yours?" I partially shouted. My ire was rising, though I knew I needed to keep myself in control.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't try to rape anyone. She's lying," the bastard uttered. I let my fist fly, and I landed it on his jaw. I held it back enough not to break his jaw yet. He had more I wanted to hear.

"Lie number one. Don't bother. The more you lie, the worse it'll get. I want you to know something about me and my club. We hate abusers. People who hurt, beat, rape, or otherwise harm innocent people get our blood up. We have this undeniable need to eliminate people like that. In fact, you could say we've kinda made it one of our life missions. We've been able to take care of more than a couple of dirtbags like you. And our friends have done the same and probably more by last count. We know how to make you disappear for good." I smiled at him.

I watched him swallow hard, and sweat popped out on his face. He was turning an unhealthy shade of white. Good. He was starting to get the picture. Before his rape attempt, we planned to have a talk with him and his parents. Billy would've had an added beating to drive it home along with his stepdad, and threats would've been made not to talk, then we would've left and waited to see if it worked or not.

However, that plan had changed after he tried to rape Aliya. Every time I thought about what he did and how close he came to devastating her, my rage tried to break free. I wanted to go insane on him and show him why I was called Twisted, even if we weren't in the right place to do that. Agony was here more to hold me in check rather than to help me with Billy. He knew I was more than capable of handling the prick without help.

Billy was groaning as he clutched his jaw. He acted like I'd half killed him. He had no pain tolerance. That should make what was to come more fun. I wanted to hear him scream and beg before I was done.

"Shut the fuck up! That was a love tap only, boy. Wait until you see what I really have in store for your rapist ass," I sneered. Agony chuckled darkly.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me, but I promise it won't ever happen again. I'll stay away from them, and in the fall, I'm going away to college," he stated as if this would make it okay.

"Even if I believed what you just said, which I don't, you heading off to college isn't good. It means you have an even bigger pool of victims. I don't know if you've raped anyone yet, but you will. That impulse you had came from somewhere dark. I'm going to exorcise the darkness out of you. You won't be raping anyone else. I guarantee you that."

He whimpered, and a tear ran down his cheek. I gave him a disgusted look. Glancing over at Agony, I nodded. "I think it's time to see if the others are ready to go."

"Let me check," he said as he took out his phone.

When I turned back to Billy, he had a brighter expression. He thought we were done. I struck fast. I hit him again in the jaw, but it was harder and in the perfect spot to knock him unconscious. As he slumped over, I got to work securing him with zip ties and duct tape—the tools of numerous trades. I wish I could thank whoever invented both of them. They made life so much easier in ways they never imagined, I bet. By the time I had him trussed up, Agony was done.

"We'll be moving out in two minutes. His mom and dad are secured. The mom won't wake up for hours with what Bones gave us to drug her. When she does, she won't remember shit. To her, it will be as if her husband and son disappeared into thin air. She'll call the law but have nothing to tell them. The stepdad was mouthing off, so he's been silenced temporarily, too. He spewed the usual threats. Ready?."

Giving him a chin lift, I hoisted the boy's ass out of bed and over my shoulder. I let Agony take the lead. We'd worn gloves the whole time, and skull caps covered our heads. There would be no prints or hairs left behind. Ahead of us on the stairs were the others. Hulk had Jenner over his shoulder. We went out the way we came in and made sure to lock the door behind us.

The hike to the waiting van wasn't too long. When we got there, Hulk and I slung none too gently our packages into the back, letting them land however they would. They ended up in a pile of awkward legs and arms everywhere. They'd be hurting when they woke up. Closing the doors to the back, we loaded up and took off. Nitro was driving.

The drive wasn't terribly long until we were at our cabin. No taking this back to the compound around our families. The dirty work would remain here. We made short work of getting them into the hidden basement underneath the cabin where our cells and tools were. Shit, we'd just been here not long ago. Lately, it seemed we'd been using it more and more.

They were both still out cold, so we got them into place. This consisted of stripping them to their underwear and hanging them from the ceiling by their arms. The basement had vents, so we were able to cool or heat it depending on the need. Pope went over and lowered the thermostat. We were all adequately covered, but they'd wake up and feel as if they were freezing. Now, all we had to do was wait for them to regain consciousness.

I was dying to call or text Zahirah and tell her we had them, but we didn't want to break our silence with them around. I had no doubt whatever Agony had texted at the house would appear harmless to anyone reading it. While we waited, I got out my specialty tools.

A few years back, my brothers had gotten me a kit for my birthday, as they called it. They meant it more as a joke than anything, but it ended up being very useful. They were playing off my road name. I was given twist drill bits along with the drill for them, a few different sizes of adjustable twisting wrenches, and a master twister for metal. The last one gave me an idea, and I ended up having a homemade one made that was capable of handling bigger objects. Those were the tools I got out and ready.

"Damn, he plans to use the whole kit, guys. We're in for some fun," Mace called out after he whistled.

"You're damn right. I probably will. It was bad enough what happened all year, but what that deviant fuckhead tried to do to my sweet girl was over the top. He deserves these and more," I replied darkly.

He squeezed my shoulder hard. His amusement was wiped off his face. "I know he does, and you'll give it to him. I wanna hear him scream. Billy is responsible for hurting our Aliya, but his stepdaddy is almost as guilty for allowing him to be this way. It makes me wonder if he was just born damaged or if something happened to make him this way. It's not that it excuses anything he did. I'm just curious. I guess I want to know if it is a case of nature versus nurture you hear about so much."

"Hell, if I know. As long as they aren't capable of harming anyone else, I don't care."

He nodded and gave me an extra squeeze before walking off. The others kept their distance and let me think. They were having a conversation in low, murmuring voices. With my tools ready, all I had to do was think of the things I'd do and pace. My brothers left me to it.

It was a good ten or fifteen minutes after we'd stripped and suspended them before I heard moans begin to come out of them. Their faces twisted up in frowns, and they tried to move. When they couldn't, their eyes slowly eased open. They were confused. It was clear that when they had them all the way open and saw us, the memories began to kick in. It was like reading a book and watching their various expressions change. When they got to the present, there was the beginning of fear. Then, it was masked. Delicious. As they tried to wiggle and were staring up at their arms above their heads, I moved to stand right in front of them. I got their attention.

The duct tape gags had been removed when we stripped them. Jenner was the first to say anything. "I don't know what you think you'll accomplish by doing this, but I can promise you, it won't be anything like what I'll have done to you. You've kidnapped a government employee! I'm the assistant mayor, you idiots. You can't get away with this." He was seething as he yelled it.

"Cherokee will get along just fine without you, probably better. You're not necessary, Jenner. You're a pissant government employee. We know real ones. Believe us, we know who to fear, and it's not your ass," I sneered.

He scanned around him as far as he was able to see. When he was done, he asked, "What did you do with my wife?"

"What a dick. That would've been my first question, but you're only really concerned about yourself," Agony told him in disgust before continuing. "She's sleeping peacefully at home in bed. She's a bitch, but we won't harm her for that. Unlike your kid here, we don't hurt innocent women. From our short talk at the house, she had no idea Billy Boy had tried to rape Aliya. She was appalled."

"When she wakes up, she'll call the police, and they'll arrest every one of you," Jenner said confidently.

"No, she won't. See, one of our brothers is a doctor, and he gave us something not only to make her sleep but also to make her forget tonight. She'll wake up with no idea where you two went," Pope said with a smirk.

This revelation seemed to rob Jenner of his voice. He stared at us with his mouth gaping. I looked over at Billy. He hadn't uttered a word. I noticed he was shaking. It was hard to tell if it was from fear or the cold. There were goosebumps all over him. His eyes were wild.

"Boy, you should've never said a word to my kids. If you hadn't, you wouldn't be here right now. See, before you tried to rape her, I planned to give you a beat down to get across my point to stay away from them. It would've hurt, but you would heal and hopefully change your ways. Good ole stepdaddy over here was to get one, too. Now, I can't do that. It went too far. She's scared and having nightmares because of you," I snarled.

The angry mutters from my brothers grew. I hadn't told them about those. "Her brother is so upset he's withdrawn. We'll have to get them professional help. You have a lot to pay for. The one positive I hope comes out of this is that your two buddies will change their ways. Oh, don't worry. They'll still get a beating, too, for their birthdays. I can't let them get off scot-free." This revelation made my club snicker.

"Please, I'm begging you, don't kill me. I'll leave town and never come back. You won't have to worry. I won't ever touch anyone again. I let it get out of hand. I'm sorry," Billy whined.

"Damn right, you let it get out of hand! Tell me. Why did you start picking on them to start with? Are you such a prejudiced fuck you hate anyone not like you?" Hulk asked out of the blue. His thunderous expression was enough to make me piss myself if it had been directed at me. Prejudice people set him off big time. As a Black man, he knew all about it.

"No, no, I'm not."

"That's not what Aliya told me. She said you boys made disparaging remarks about their heritage and called them terrorists," I countered his claim.

"It was all to get attention."

"Why did you target them then?" I yelled.

"Because she wouldn't pay attention to me! I've tried to get her attention so many times right after school started. I noticed her the first week. She's beautiful, and I wanted to get to know her, but she refused to acknowledge me. It pissed me off. So instead, Rusty, Matt, and I decided to make her pay."

"Why the fuck would she have to pay for not responding to your ignorant ass?" Cyclone snarled.

"Do you know how many girls at our school would give anything to go out with me? All of them. I'm a damn football player, and this little nobody acts like she's too good for me. It's bullshit!" he hollered.

I drove my fist into his gut. As he gasped for air, I had to respond to his revelation. "It makes Aliya the only smart one in the whole damn school in my book. She knew you were no good, and that girl wasn't wasting her time with losers. You being a footballer doesn't mean shit to her. She's like her aunt. She calls it how she sees it. My sweet girl's going to go places, and no way will she play around with idiots. You're so fucking full of yourself it makes me sick."

He hung his head. I moved back toward Jenner. He was watching us. "And you, what kind of son are you raising?"

"He's not my son. He's my stepson. I'm not responsible for him."

"Like hell, he's not. You've been in his life since he was three. You and your wife are responsible for him." Wire had given me all the background he found on them.

"Dad!" Billy protested.

"You don't need to be someone's biological parent to be a parent. Arif and Aliya aren't mine, but I'll parent them along with my old lady. If they turn out like pieces of shit, which they won't, but if they did, a lot of the blame would fall on my shoulders."

"So what do you want from us? Surely you don't think you can kill us and get away with it," Jenner asked disbelievingly.

"Well, we could if we wanted to. Over the past couple of days, I thought about what I should do. The big sticking point for me is, do I kill your son and you? Or just kill him? Or do I do something else that will ensure he never does anything like it again and your family no longer lives anywhere near us? But you'll still be kept under observation, and if we find you're up to your old tricks, any of you, we'll finish you for good."

They were both observing me, and I had their full attention. I waited for one of them to speak. After a couple of intense minutes, Billy did. "Did you decide?" he asked barely above a whisper.

"I'm so glad you asked. Yes, I did."

I left it at that as I walked off to stand by my tools. I rummaged around, then got in the drawers to see if there was anything else in there I might want to use. I knew what my ultimate tool was to be. I could prolong this for hours or even days if I wanted. A part of me craved it, but another part wanted to get it over with as fast as possible so I could go home to my family and move on with our lives. I had so many things planned. I wanted to move forward with those, and soon.

"For God's sake, what are you gonna do!" Jenner shouted.

"Well, Mr. Assistant Mayor, your punishment is a poetic one, I think. Your whole self-worth is tied up in you being the assistant mayor and all the accolades and respect your office brings you. You love wielding your political power to get what you want. I know this because our club brother, Wire, is excellent at finding out things about people. Once he starts, he's like a dog on a trail. He won't quit until he finds everything. Imagine all the juicy things he found out about you," I grinned.

He was shivering, and his teeth were chattering. That was the cold. The way his skin turned pale and clammy was fear.

"We're taking away two things you love—your image and power. By tomorrow, the mayor will receive a file that details all the illegal and corrupt dealings you've made while in office: the bribes, the threats, and the destruction you sowed. Kiss your job and reputation goodbye. I hope they prosecute you, but even if they don't, it'll ruin you because we'll make sure it becomes public knowledge. Good luck finding a job in this country. Oh, and your wife, I wouldn't expect her to stick with you. Not only will she no longer be able to live in the style she's become accustomed to, but I doubt she'll want to stay with a cheater. She'll get the proof showing you've been having an affair for the past five years with her so-called best friend," I revealed with a smile.

"You motherfucker! You're cheating on mom!" Billy shouted.

"You can't do that! I'll tell the police it was you. You'll go to prison, all of you, for kidnapping and assault," Jenner hollered.

All of us laughed. "Good luck on proving it. According to surveillance via our security system. We have been at home with our family since six last night. None of us left. No one saw us at your place. Your wife won't remember it. It'll be your word against ours, and even though the cops might suspect us, they'll have no proof. However, going to them would sign your death warrant. Say one word, and we'll kill you in the most painful way possible. Much more painful than what you're gonna get tonight," I warned them.

Billy was screaming profanities at his stepdad while Jenner swore at him. We let them go for a bit. It was rather entertaining. When I saw my brothers begin to get restless, I called it to a halt.

"It's time to get this shit over with. I wanna go home to my woman and kids. I know Agony wants to do the same. Personally, I'd love to take care of both of you, but that would leave my poor brothers without a bit of fun. So here's how we're doing it. You five can get as many licks in as you want on Jenner. The only rule is you can't kill him. If he needs the hospital when you're done, oh well." This made my brothers chuckle and crack their knuckles.

I stared into Billy's terrified face. Not an ounce of remorse for what I was about to do filled me. I was twisted, after all. "As for you, I plan to beat you as well, but there will be a final punishment for you."

"What? Tell me," he pleaded.

I shook my head. Signaling my brothers with a chin lift, the beatings commenced. While they beat the hell outta Jenner, I methodically placed my blows on Billy. I made sure they would be in spots that would hurt him the most and cause long-lasting pain. I had no idea how long it went on. I got into the zone, and things flowed. It wasn't until Agony called my name and said something that I snapped out of it.

"Twisted, enough. If we do much more, they might die. End it. I'm sick of them and the smell of piss and shit."

That made me notice it did smell like both of those. Nodding to him, I went to grab my baby, my masterpiece, as I called it. When the guys got me the tools, I had the idea to make my own master twister. It was typically used to hold and twist pieces of metal into spirals and such. I worked for a long time until I had it perfect. This was the first time I'd get to try it out. I hoped like hell that it would work for the task I had in mind.

When I brought it to the center of the room, my brothers gave me puzzled looks. I hadn't shared what I planned to do. "Hulk, brother, I hate to ask, but you still have gloves on. Cut the underwear off this boy."

"Sure thing," was his easy reply.

He walked over and whipped out his knife. A few slices and the underwear were on the floor. Now, I'm not a guy who usually goes around looking at other guy's cocks. It wasn't my thing. However, in this instance, I had to do so for a practical reason. It was lying limp, but even at that, I grudgingly had to admit, the kid was hung. I hope he enjoyed fucking with it up until now because, after this, it would be a thing of the past.

"Need anything else?" Hulk asked.

"Yeah, I need you to grab that pathetic cock of his and help me thread it in here." I shook the twister at him.

As the realization of what I intended to do dawned, my brothers all groaned and cringed. I knew any of them would help me, but Hulk, our enforcer, was ideal to help. He shrugged and walked closer to Billy.

"No, no, please, you can't do this!" he screamed.

Ignoring him, I brought the master twister over. It took some juggling to hold it. Pope came over to help me steady and support it. With his help, it didn't take long to thread Billy's cock in the hole on the opposite end. As soon as it was in and the screws were tightened to hold it secure, which had him screaming even louder, I grabbed two of the four spoked handles. They kinda reminded me of a ship's wheel a little bit. Slowly, I began to turn them. As I did, the way he was held in it allowed the tool to twist his cock in a spiral.

His screams became earsplitting. His cock turned red, then dark purple, before it began to swell and look almost black. I knew I was bursting his veins and capillaries as well as tearing all the tissue and tendons or whatever else was in there. I was tempted to keep going until it literally tore it off, but I stopped short. I wasn't killing him, just removing his ability to rape anyone, I reminded myself. I highly doubted he'd ever be able to get hard and possibly wouldn't even be able to piss out of it. He was slumped over in a dead faint before I was done, much to my disappointment.

Undoing the screws and letting it fall out, I made eye contact with Jenner. The horror on his face was priceless. I let him see the killer who was inside of me when the situation called for it. If they told anyone what happened, I'd be shocked.

"Let's get these two out to the van. We'll dump their asses near the hospital. Then we can go home. Remember what we said, Jenner. Talk, and you're dead men. You have a week to get out of town," I snarled.

He was shaking his head as he muttered over and over, "We won't, we won't, please don't kill us."

I put my tools away. I'd clean them later at home. Right now, all I wanted was to go home and tell my Storm our kids were safe. Working together, we got them blindfolded and out to the van. We didn't want them to know where we had taken them. After dumping them on the sidewalk several blocks from the hospital, we leisurely drove back to the compound. My new family and I would now be able to get on with our lives, and I had plans for us to put into motion very soon.