Chapter Twenty-Four

Wrath

Now that I know Flame"s really okay and he's awake, I can go and deal with the fuckers we caught beating and stabbing him. Sending a quick text to Shadow, telling him my plan, I make my way to my office to grab my hidden bag. I don"t use it often, only when I fully unleash on someone, and I haven't done it since I took over as President, but these fuckers deserve everything I"m going to do to them. They touched what's mine. They're seriously going to regret the choices they made in their lives by the time I"m finished with them.

On the way down to our holding area, I'm met by Shadow. I had no doubt at all that he'd be here after I sent my text. With Flame out of commission, he's the only one who"s going to be able to pull me back if I go too far too fast. I wouldn't want them dying quickly now, would I?

"Are you ready for this?"I ask him as we descend downstairs.

"Yep."He replies steadily.

I can"t help but let out an evil laugh as we enter the holding area. Both fuckers are strung up in the middle of the room, waiting for me. Now that"s a wonderful sight to be greeted with. I wouldn"t have wanted them sitting all nice and comfortable now, would I?

"How long have they been like that?"I asked Shadow.

"Since they got here, there was no need for them to be even remotely comfortable after how they had Flame."

Ah, it seems my brother had the exact same thinking as me; sometimes being twins and so alike really does come in handy. They're both just staring at me; they aren"t gagged, which is good. I want to fucking hear them beg for mercy by the time I'm finished. I have no doubts they will be; they aren't going to be able to hold anything back like Flame did when they tortured him. I"m going to make sure of it.

"Do you know who I am?"I ask them, wondering if they have any idea who they"ve crossed.

Neither speaks; they just shake their heads. Well, at least they"re answering me, even if they aren"t using their words. That"s a good start.

"Well, I"m The Devil"s Inferno MC President, Wrath. But more importantly, I'm the partner of the man you spent days beating and stabbing."

Both their eyes widened in shock. Yeah, they weren"t expecting that. For some reason, no one expects members of an MC to be anything other than straight, especially the President. Devil"s Inferno is a bit different, especially since my dad learned of my sexuality when I was younger. We accept anyone, no matter who they might prefer in their beds. What does it matter who someone prefers to sleep with? It"s not like who they sleep with changes who they are as a person. If a member has an issue, they aren"t a member for much longer. That"s for sure.

"So anyway, I'm about to show you both why my road name"s Wrath, and oh look, you've got an audience in that cell over there. That's a former member, Spot. I don't know if you've heard of him, but he was a mole for your boss. He gets to see firsthand what I'm going to do to him once I've finished with you. Are you excited over there Spot?"I ask gleefully.

He just shakes his head. He looks freaked out, and he should be. He has no idea just how bad this is going to end up being for every prisoner in this room.

Walking over to the empty table close to where Thing One and Two are hanging, I start removing my tools. There"s a little of everything in here: brass knuckles, sharp knives, blunt knives, a mallet, and a blow torch. You name it, it"s probably in my bag of goodies. I pick up the brass knuckles first. I need some blood on my hands and to get up close and personal, because this is really fucking personal.

"Lift Thing One,"I tell Shadow, pointing to the one hanging to my left.

Shadow chuckles, muttering "Thing fucking One" under his breath as he walks over to the wall and hits the button. Thing One starts to lift, and Shadow stops him when his toes are barely on the ground.

Putting on the brass knuckles, I make my way over and begin punching anywhere I can reach. Over and over, there"s blood splattering up my arms and face from where I've broken his skin, but I don"t stop. He deserves everything I'm unleashing on him.

"Lift the other one,"I tell Shadow. My voice is void of all emotion now. I've gone to the place in my head where I no longer have any worries about what I'm doing to another human being. All I want is to inflict as much pain as I possibly can.

Shadow does as I ask, walking in front of Thing Two. I begin the same process all over again. When I get a good punch on his stomach that leaves a nice cut that goes straight through his top to his skin, he wails out, "Please stop," but I"m not listening to that shit. I"m under no illusions that if Flame had begged them to stop, they would"ve; no, they would"ve just carried on the exact same way I am.

They're my prey now. After a few more hits, I step back and admire my handy work. Nice. I got some really good blows in there; they're both already starting to bruise, and they"re definitely bleeding nicely.

Walking back to the table, I pick up my mallet. Yeah, this I"m going to enjoy. It"s also going to hurt a lot. I"m going to need a hand with what I have planned, though.

"Shadow. Grab a leg and hold it steady for me."I ask.

"I think we need more than me for what you have planned. I don't feel like being kicked by his other leg while I'm holding him."Shadow says.

He pulls his phone out and makes a call.

"Hey man, come down to holding. We need a hand." I hear him ask.

I have no idea who he called, but I don't care as long as they get here quickly. I don't want to let up on the pain I'm inflicting. I don"t want them to feel any reprieve from the pain.

The door opens minutes later, and Blade enters. It definitely makes sense why Shadow rang my other Enforcer; whatever I do isn"t going to surprise him after the things I know he"s done in the past.

"Ooooo, I'm missing all the fun. Why didn't you invite me before now? I've never got to watch Prez in action like this before."He asks with a gleam in his eye as he"s eyeing up the damage I've already caused.

"Just go grab a leg each on Thing One."I grit out, getting impatient.

They both go over and grab a leg each. Good, now I can get to work.

"Now hold it straight, Shadow. Don't let go, please."I say sweetly to my brother with an evil grin.

He does as I ask, shaking his head at me in the process. Pulling my arm back, I proceed to smash Thing One"s knee one, two, three times, and then we all hear it. The sound of his kneecap breaking. Music to my ears.

"Arrrggg. No, please stop."Thing One cries out in pain.

Ignoring him I look at Blade, who holds the other leg steady for me, with an evil grin on his face. I repeat the process until we hear that kneecap break too. It definitely sounds like music to my ears, if I"m being honest with myself.

Looking up, I see he's passed out. Both Shadow and Blade move away from him. Fucking pussy fell unconscious after a few shots to his kneecaps. Come on. Where the fuck did Claire even find these guys? They aren't worth shit.

"Go lower him down, Shadow; I don't need him dying on me yet."Shadow rushes over and hits the button to lower him.

"Now, I'm thinking elbows for this one instead of kneecaps. What do you both think?"I ask while swinging my mallet back and forth in front of Thing Two. Watching as his eyes fill with fear.

"Good choice, Prez."Blade says, walking over after hitting the button to lower him down.

Grabbing him off the hook, he takes him to a chair we have close by. After Blade pushes him into the chair, Shadow walks over and ties him to it by wrapping rope around his torso and then doing the same with his legs. He leaves his arms free, as I need them. Blade then grabs one of Thing Two"s arms, holding it out for me. I don't even think about it; I just walk over and let my mallet fly. One, two, and crack.

"Please,"Thing Two begs. "Stop"

Nope. I nod to Shadow, who straightens his other arm. Without a second thought, I bring the mallet down on his elbow using all the strength I can, and we immediately hear the crack. One shot and done—that was a good one. When I look at Thing Two, I see he has tears and snot running down his face, but he's still conscious. That"s too bad for him; it means I get to inflict even more damage on him.

Walking back over to my table and placing the mallet down, I look at what I can use next. There are so many choices. Eyeing the blowtorch, I smile. Yeah, that's my next one. In honor of Flame, how poetic. Picking it up, I walk back towards Thing Two and see that his arms are still loose because they"re absolutely useless now. He won't do any damage to us with them, even with them free.

"Get his shirt off,"I say, but I don't specify who I want to do it. I don"t care; I just want his skin. I want this to hurt as much as possible.

Blade quickly grabs his knife that's sheathed to his lower back, cutting away the top Thing Two is wearing. I flick the blowtorch on and smile at Thing Two. He looks absolutely petrified.

"Now this may hurt a bit, but I thought the flame would be fitting after all the damage you caused to MY FLAME!"I roar the last part in his face and then hold the torch to his peck, just above his nipple, and immediately the whole room smells of burning flesh.

Suddenly, I can hear retching behind me in the direction of the cells. I glance over my shoulder and see Spot being sick. Oh dear, it looks like someone has a weak stomach. Turning back around, I drag the blow torch down Thing Two"s chest. When I reach his stomach, he passes out. I stop then; there"s no point in inflicting damage while he's unconscious. I want him to feel every ounce of pain.

Walking back to the table, I place the blowtorch down, and look around at the damage I've caused. Both Thing One and Two are an absolute mess. Blood, cuts, burns, and broken bones, and I've hardly even started. They're in for so much more. Quickly checking the clock, I realize we've been at this for over an hour. Time for a break and to go and see Flame. I don"t like being away from him yet, not when I just got him back. Looking down at my clothes, I know I can't leave until I"ve cleaned up a little; I"m covered in blood.

With that in mind, I make my way into the clean-up room and strip naked before jumping in the shower, scrubbing myself quickly to make sure I rid myself of all the blood. Once I"m clean, I grab a pair of spare clothes we keep in the locker here for moments just like this. I walk back out into the main room, where the prisoners are.

"I'm going to go check on Flame. Get someone down here to watch these two. I know they're not going anywhere, but I want them watched. I don't want them dying on me before I'm finished with them."I inform them both before leaving.

When I walk back into the infirmary, I notice that Cam is no longer here, and Doc"s over by Flame checking him over.

"What's the verdict, Doc?"I ask as I make my way closer.

"He's doing good, Prez. You can take him home if you want, but he needs to take it easy and rest while his body heals. I'll give you some painkillers to take with you. He's going to need them."Doc explains to me, and I can't help but smile at Flame.

He doesn"t look happy; he hates doing nothing, and he's now under doctor"s orders to do just that. He"s not going to be a good patient at all.

"Come on, babe, it's not that bad; you can spend time with Cam and just chill out and recover,"I say with a small laugh.

Flame just gives me a dirty look, obviously not impressed at all. I get it. I"d hate to have to sit around and do nothing too.

"Anyone thought to bring me clothes? And it's an issue because I won't be able to do the hand-to-hand training we had planned for the Prospects. I was looking forward to that."

"They're in the cupboard next to your bed, like I"d risk you walking around in that gown. What"s under there is for my eyes only. You'll just have to do the training when you feel better. The Prospects will still be here once you've recovered. I"m sure they"ll be grateful they get to wait a little bit longer before training with you."I tell him with a smug look.

"Well, fuck off then, Doc; you've seen enough of me already; you don"t need to see any more. Wrath can help me if I need it,"he tells Doc.

Doc just laughs, shakes his head, and goes into his office. Yeah, I"m glad he"s gone. I don"t want him to see more of Flame than he already has.

"Come on then, up you get,"I tell him as I grab his clothes for him.

It takes some effort and help from me, but he manages to get dressed in a pair of gray sweats and a baggy black t-shirt before he slowly stands. He takes a deep breath and then starts to gingerly walk out. It's clear he"s in pain, but he's going to get out of here under his own steam. Stubborn fucker. I follow behind, and once we"re in the hallway, I ask, "Home, or are you going to be a stubborn fucker and decide you want to hang out around here?"

"Home, please, babe."He replies clearly, deciding that staying here isn"t worth the added pain right now. I guide him outside, where the SUVs are parked, and help him into the closest one. There"s no way he"ll be riding his bike for a while. He"s definitely not going to like that when he realizes.

I run around and jump in the driver"s side. I'm happy to see the keys are already in the ignition. I start it up, quickly driving us home. It"ll be nice to be back in our house. I haven"t actually been in the house since I found out Flame had been taken; I couldn"t face our house without him in it, and I certainly had no plans to stay in our bed without him.