India gasped at my last words.
“What?” she stammered.
“Who raped Mia?” I snarled.
“Mia wasn’t raped. She was a child. Pixie just put a bullet in her head,” India stuttered.
“Tell Chance it was Grinder,” I said to Shee.
Shee sent India a stare of pure disgust.
“You let them rape an eight-year-old girl, India. Drop the innocent act because Mia would have screamed the house down, you knew,” Shee growled and spat on her before leaving.
I picked up a loaded gun and shot India straight in the gut. Shee blinked as I shoved a knife deep into her belly and twisted it.
“This is for Mia, her screams and fear. This is for the eldest boy who tried to protect his siblings and the younger lad, who must have been terrified. You will die, bitch, but because you spoke, I won’t torture you. You’ll just die slowly and in agonising pain,” I said, stepping back. I shoved the gag in India’s mouth. No need to hear any further bullshit.
Tiny took the gun as I handed it to him. Safety on. His gaze held mine as approval flared deep in his eyes. I studied the table, searching for something that would put the fuckin’ fear of God into Queeny. It was amazing how tools could be used in different ways. I grabbed a wrench and hefted it into my hands. In the blink of an eye, I spun on the spot and whacked it straight across Queeny’s left and then right knee. The bone shattered under the heavy tool. Queeny screamed from behind her gag, her eyes rolled up, and she passed out. Pixie stared at me with pure hatred as I removed her gag.
“What’s the first law of an old lady?” I snarled, tilting her head back.
“Fuck you, bitch,” Pixie spat.
“Not even with your old man’s dick,” I retorted, and Tiny chuckled. “What is the first law of an old lady?”
“Be there always for your husband,” Pixie snapped.
“Wrong.” I slammed the wrench into her gut. Had to fucking hurt worse, as Pixie couldn’t double over.
“The first rule is simple. Protect and cherish the children. Lay your life down, so they live. You broke that. You and your old man raped a baby girl, a beautiful innocent child. Stole Mia’s future from her like she was nothing. Mia was someone. She was special, and she will be avenged. And you, bitch, will die un-mourned as a reminder to those bitches who think to break our laws.”
“Our first duty is to our old men, you stupid cunt,” Pixie shrieked. I shoved the gag back in her mouth and gazed at the table.
“Can you take the blow torch, Tiny?” I added, pointing to a little bottle. Tiny took it without comment as I grabbed a pair of pliers and nodded sharply. Tiny’s eyes went wide as I picked up a small hacksaw. At that moment, Big Al walked in. He glanced at the women and checked me over.
“Hold Pixie still, honey,” I ordered. Big Al gave me a searching look before walking behind Pixie. He gripped Pixie tightly as I pulled out the gag and forced her mouth open. I wasn’t gentle about it and broke at least three teeth before I got the pliers in her mouth and yanked her tongue out. Pixie’s screams woke Queeny back up, who watched in pure horror as I sawed through Pixie’s tongue.
“Light the blow torch, Tiny, please.”
Tiny did as I asked and handed it to me, and I cauterised Pixie’s bloody stump. The bitch was unconscious once again when I ended, and I sighed. Pixie seriously had no tolerance for pain.
“First rule of old ladies. Protect the children no matter what,” I said, pointing the blow torch at Queeny. “You failed cunt.”
India passed twelve hours into Queeny and Pixie’s torture. Queeny died fifteen hours after her, and Pixie, I made damn sure, lasted four full days. I took small naps in between to recover my strength. Torture was hard work. But my message would be sent. And I ensured revenge for those beautiful children.
A week after the deaths.
Chance
Chance and his brothers walked into Hellfire. Zeus’s followers were sprawled around the room, and some looked shocked as they strolled in. They spread out throughout the room, each of them a menacing presence. Sunny carried a bag, and Bear held a second. Zeus sat up from his usual armchair and scowled.
“You’ve been missing a fucking week and think you can crawl back in here?” Zeus growled. His eyes widened as Tati slipped in, carrying her own bag.
“Tiny,” Chance said, and Tiny hit a button. Zeus’s voice blasted through the room.
“Kill those fuckers. Whoever is at the house murder them. Send Chance fuckin’ Michaelson a warning,” Zeus spat high as a kite.
“And children?” Grinder grunted.