“Use this germ infested fucker,” I growl as I toss it to ZZ.
He catches it, forces it into Alec’s mouth, and buckles the snaps in the back. “Look at that. We muffled the dog.”
ZZ cranks his neck side to side before he scrapes his long blade down half of Alec’s back. Alec’s eyes widen as a scream chokes its way through the gag. Blood pours as ZZ peels his flesh straight down to the bone. Sabine screams that we’re killing him, and I am surprised our Prez doesn’t slap her. When ZZ removes the second ribbon of muscle on the back, Alec passes out.
“What a little pansy ass.” I snort. “He can dish out pain, but the motherfucker sure as shit can’t take it.”
“Can two of you put my son in that bitch’s car? I’ll only be a little longer. It’s no fun when they pass out.”
Smokey grabs Sabine by the arm, yanks her up, and follows Sniper out of the dungeon.
I throw my head back and roar with laughter. My fucked up demons laugh along with me as ZZ moves to Alec’s front and begins to cut him there.
Alec’s eyes fly open for a split second before he passes right back out.
“Jesus fuck! Really?” ZZ laughs while he knives his way down through the cartilage and muscle.
That is one fucking, disgusting ass sight.
“Brother, that shit is fucked up,” I joke. My shoulders heave as nausea hits me, and I push the urge to upchuck away.
“No shit,” Prez retorts. His shoulders follow suit of mine. “Smokey sent a text. They’re takin’ your son back to the compound,” he informs us.
When ZZ hears the Prez, he lets out an animalistic roar and tears the last bit of flesh off Alec’s chest.
“I’m done. Let’s get the hell out of here,” he says while he cleans his knife on his pants.
“Pyro, do your thing, brother,” Prez tells him as we walk out of the dungeon, through the ruined club, and into the parking lot.
It’s time for damage control because I know my girl is going to be fucked up in the head over her brother’s death. I don’t wait for the rest of them. I can’t. Tatiana is going to be so tore up over this, who knows how the hell she will handle it.
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Chapter Twenty-Five
Breakneck Chapter
Aftermath
Winter
I glare at my sister as Doc patches up her gunshot wound. She whines from the pain, and I want to slap the shit out of her, but I can’t because I’m lying down in bed, angry that I can’t get up. She is the last person that should be allowed to cry. She got Mace Jr. killed. Her claws were sunk so far deep in him, he couldn’t see past her beauty, and it cost him his life.
My hands shake with so much anger as I dial my mother on my cell. It goes straight to her voicemail, and without hesitation, I leave the nastiest message I have ever left a human being before.
“It’s Winter. You have one day to come and get your cunt of a daughter, or I’ll let the tabloids know everything there is to know about her slutty behavior!” I hiss into the receiver before hanging up.
“No reason to be such a bitch!” Sabine growls.
“People are dead because of you!” Unbelievable.
Doc closes his case, mumbles that she’ll be fine if she keeps the wound clean, and then walks out of my bedroom without another word. Who’s to blame him? He’s had to clean up our messes a lot lately. I don’t even want to know what is going on downstairs. I’m sure it is filled with hysteria, and ZZ, Tatiana and Berry are more than a mess.
“You had a motive for sleeping with him, and we’re going to figure it out. And then you’ll be lucky if someone here doesn’t hunt your ass down. You walking out of here, still breathing? That’s a blessing. After you’re gone, don’t contact me again. I’m done with you AND our mother.”
I reach for the bottle of water on my nightstand, and as it goes down my throat, I wish it was hardcore alcohol. The stress on me is too much, and Braxxon is going to rain fire down on Sabine when he finally makes it up here.
Mace Jr. was a fucking kid. A kid my stupid ass sister got killed because of her obviously addictive crotch. It has to be magical. It put little Mace under a spell that no one could break. He was so set on being accepted here, and then my sister came along and put him under some weird trance.
“He made his own decision to go to the club. I went along for the ride, and I got shot for it!”
Jesus, she thinks we’re going to believe that lie?
“Whatever, Sabine. I won’t listen to it anymore, but I can’t let you leave this room until our mother gets here, because someone down there will most likely kill you if you so much as open your mouth. So sit there, shut the fuck up, and don’t fucking piss me off!”