Kyle looks at Jordan, who walks over with pictures of people we have tortured and killed before.
I take Vinny’s hand and pull him to the side. “Are you sure you want to be here for this?” I look over at Charles, who is glaring at Vinny.
“He is nothing to me. He’s just another stupid fucker we have to take out.” I study his face for a few minutes to make sure he’s being one hundred percent honest.
I nod and let him join the others. I just don’t want him hurt any more than he already is. “Are you going to let these ‘devils,’ as they call themselves, hurt me?” Charles spits at Vinny.
I start to walk over, but Vinny stops me, stalking over to his father. “Yes I am. You allowed these men—MEN—to marry my baby sisters…and let’s not forget my brother. Where is he?”
Every man in the room shifts at the mention of Vinny’s sisters being forced to marry, pissed instantly.
The husbands are terrified. Piss is pooling at their feet from the fear of what’s going to happen to them.
“You’re going to tell us everything you know about this cult. If you don’t, I will force it out of you, but if you tell us, your torture won’t last half as long. That is the only choice you have,” Kyle tells them and takes a step back, allowing them to think.
Jordan pulls up a chair and sets up his laptop. He’s going to write down everything they tell us, and Jordan will search the web to make sure it’s accurate.
They’re not going to bullshit us.
“One of the girls told us that these fuckers changed the age they can marry the young girls at now. Once they start their period, that means they are women in their eyes,” Trey informs the guys.
Lynn’s husband’s Chris’s eyes widen because he knows that Lynn was the one who told us this. It still fucking blows my mind she’s sixteen years old with a two-year-old.
“How old were you and how old was Lynn when you married her?” Kyle asks Chris what we already know, but them admitting it is what we need to fully justify what we’re going to do with him.
“She is my wife,” he argues.
“That is not what I fucking asked,” Kyle tells him.
I move up to stand next to Kyle and take out my knife, running my hand down the sharp end of it. I can’t wait to bury my fucking knife in every part of their bodies.
As a man you’re meant to protect and care for those you care about. Charles is the worst because he allowed this to happen to his daughters and he hurt Vinny.
He hurt Vinny.
That is eating me up inside because I picture him when he was younger, with Charles just hitting him over and over because he’s bisexual.
I want to tear him to pieces. I want to fucking destroy him and make him beg for me to stop, but I won’t because he didn’t show his very own child any kind of mercy.
“I was thirty-three when I married Lynn. She was thirteen,” he confesses and looks at Etta’s husband, whose head is hanging in shame.
You should be ashamed, motherfucker.
“How old was she when you started fucking grooming her?” Kyle asks again. Vinny fists his hands, waiting for the answer.
“Don’t answer him, Chris!” Charles yells and pulls against the chains like it’s going to do something.
“Shut your fucking mouth.” I walk over and slam Charles’s mouth shut so he can’t say a word. “Speak again without it being your turn and I’ll cut off your dick then feed it to you,” I growl in his face, completely disgusted.
“She was ten when I started dating her.”
Puke crawls up my throat. She was fucking ten years old! How in the world can a man see her in this way?
“When did you start raping her?” Kyle asks, and I stop moving, holding my breath, waiting for his answer.
He is digging himself a bigger and bigger hole with every single answer. Every person in this room is going to get a part of him and he’s going to face hell before he reaches hell, because that is exactly where he is going.
“She is my wife.” He starts to argue his point, and I slam my fist in his mouth, enjoying the feel of his teeth breaking off beneath my hand.
“She is not your wife, she is a child. Tell me, now,” Kyle demands, pushing his knife under his throat, blood pooling down the blade;.
“She was eleven when we started making love.”
My stomach drops. Making love?
“Etta was thirteen, we married at fifteen,” Etta’s husband pitches in like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Vinny explodes. He attacks both of them, pounding them with his fists over and over, screaming at the top of his lungs until their faces aren’t even recognizable anymore.
I walk over to Vinny and put my hand on his back, letting him know I’m here. This shit is so fucked up.
We’re all hurting at the thought of what these young girls have suffered, but they won’t have to suffer again. I know we’re going to find the others and make sure they have a brand new life.
I want to pull Vinny away from those fuckers. This is the hardest part of us both being members of the Devils. I want to protect Vinny, but he’s a patched in member. I don’t get that right.
I want him right in the fucking bed with Lani right now, away from all of this shit so I can protect her.
I love them both. I didn't think that shit was possible, but Lani completes us. I feel content in my life like I never have before.
An hour later, after many ass-beatings, Charles admits he saw what happened to the others, so he squeals like a pig and tells us everything. He gives us locations of the churches and the details of underage marriages, and the numbers are fucking appalling.
“Are you going to let me live?” Charles asks pitifully, and I laugh loudly, making myself known for the first time. I grip his face hard, putting my face in his, grinning. “You think I would let you live after what you did to those girls and Vinny? The only reason I allowed you to live this long is because we wanted to save the others.”
Charles’s mouth quivers at the realization that we aren’t going to let him live. No, we aren’t going to let them live. None of these pedophiles are.
The prospects make themselves known and strip the fucking pedophiles. Charles screams at the top of his lungs. “Why are you afraid? Are you afraid we are going to rape you like you allowed those men to do to your babies?”
“And me.”
The ground could have fucking opened right then and there, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Vinny comes up to me, his face pale. “Don’t forget where the whole ‘faggot’ shit came from, Dad. You said you were going to fuck it out of me. Don’t you remember?” Vinny tells him.
Charles pisses his pants at the realization of his fate. I look at Vinny and I can see the pain so fucking deep inside of him.
This has fucking destroyed me.
The brothers in the room are silent, all of them fucking hurt for our brother who should have never suffered like this.
I’m fucking hurt to the core for my man. I want to fucking burn down the world for it. “Vinny,” I say, and then stop because I don’t know what to say, but I’m so fucking proud of him coming out with it.
He is so fucking strong.
“I’m going to sit back here and I want to watch revenge being carried out.” Vinny’s voice fills the room and he sits down in a chair by Techy.