His entire body jolted as he shook his head, sputtering as he fought against his restraints. “No!”
“I don’t believe you,” I replied calmly, lifting my chin and catching Rael’s evil smile.
His Reaper was already out and ready to play. A dental drill was in his hand, and I chuckled, knowing it was one of his favorite tools.
“Fuck off!”
That was a stupid thing to say. Pissing us off was equivalent to waving a red flag in front of a bull. Be ready for the horns and the rage because it was comin’. Our Reapers didn’t take shit from anyone, especially not some low-life asshole.
At least this one could speak decent English compared to the other Russian pricks we met in the past. His accent wasn’t quite as thick but not enough to hide his affiliation to the Black Market Railroad.
“Wrong answer,” Mammoth announced with a dark laugh.
Rael approached the guy’s kneecap and fired up the drill, pressing down into the center as our prisoner howled, yanking on the ropes as he screamed at us in Russian.
When the drill went quiet, still lodged in the fucker’s kneecap, I leaned down to the blind dipshit. “Did you hit my woman?” I asked again, my words clear and even.
“No!” he wailed, thrashing on the table.
“I believe him,” Rael answered, looking my way. “He’s not lying.”
Mammoth and I both nodded. We knew Rael’s Reaper could sense deception and lies. It was one of his many talents.
“Then we move on for now,” I announced, catching Exorcist’s smirk.
Rael yanked out the drill and set it next to the guy’s leg, ignoring the blood pumping out of the wound. “He’s gonna bleed out, but we’ve got time.”
Yeah, enough time before we sent their souls into hell. Lucifer would enjoy these tasty treats. Part of our contract with that trickster was to give the devil his souls. We chose the most wicked, depraved, and violent ones we could find. Didn’t hurt that our enemies were among those numbers. Anyone who hurt the club met the same fate.
The other Russian was yanked off the table by Mammoth and chained at the wrists and ankles, clasped into metal cuffs purposely left jagged and sharp against his skin. The skin instantly began to slice open as Mammoth stared into our prey’s eyes. When we took a prisoner, our Reaper demanded blood and carnage, and tonight would be no different.
Cold blue eyes stared back. The Russian’s mouth formed a thin, grim line as he refused to speak, shout, beg, or say a word. Goddamn, those were the most fun.
Rael must have thought the same thing because he groaned, adjusting his dick. “I’m gonna need my cock sucked as soon as my ol’ lady gets home.”
Ex shook his head.
Mammoth’s lips twitched like he couldn’t hide his humor. “It’s fucking sick how this shit turns you on.”
“You don’t know the half it,” Rael replied with a shiver.
“Did you hit my woman?” I asked, moving closer to stand in front of him, only about two feet between us.
Nothing.
“I’m going to enjoy it when you finally scream.”
He didn’t physically respond, but there was something vile and evil about the way he didn’t break eye contact. Like he was daring us to do our worst and confident that he wouldn’t break. If he were dealing with ordinary men, that might have been the case, but not with us.
Reapers were demons. We enjoyed playing wicked games.
Turning abruptly, I strode with purpose to the bench on the far side of the basement. Our dungeon was the perfect place to force the Russian to cooperate. Picking up one of Rael’s hunting knives from his stockpile of unique weapons, I walked back over, grasping his jaw. Without a word, I slashed up both sides of his mouth as blood dripped from the fresh wound, silently slithering in little snakes down his torso.
“Your mouth is open wide enough to answer now,” I announced with calm indifference. “Did you hit my woman?”
The idiot on the table began to shout louder, begging for help. Rael lifted his hand and punched him so hard I heard something crack. Probably the idiot’s jaw. He shut up after that, perhaps because he couldn’t speak.
“He’s giving me a headache, and I like to work in peace,” Rael muttered.