Standing back in front of him, I raise it and slam it into his left knee. Neil screams out like a little bitch. Without missing a beat, his right knee receives the same treatment. He’s now hanging strictly from his wrists since I’ve shattered his knees.
“See, Gwen has been tellin’ me about the things you’ve done to her,” I growl out, letting the rage and venom flow out as I raise the bat once more.
This time my target is his cock. I don’t hold anything back as I slam the bat into him as hard as I possibly can. Each one of my brothers cringe and cup themselves as I repeatedly smash his cock and nuts over and over again. There’s almost nothing left by the time I’m done with him. Honestly, he really doesn’t need his cock or nuts any longer. Grabbing my knife once more, I slice the appendage off which caused my girl so much pain in her life.
Stepping back, I let my brothers take their turns with Neil. Each man lands multiple shots on his body until it’s Stryker’s turn. He picks up pliers and begins to rip out all of his nails. Then he yanks out his teeth. From there, he cuts off several fingers before using the blow torch on them to ensure he doesn’t bleed out. Stryker also uses it on other areas I’ve inflicted damage to ensure he stays alive until we’re ready to kill him.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I think it’s time for a beer,” Playboy says. “Let this fucker hang here for a while before we send down Tommy and Rich to do their damage. I don’t want to look at the piece of shit any longer.”
We all agree with him and begin making our way upstairs. Each one of us head to our rooms to shower and wash the filth of Neil off our bodies and change clothes before heading back to the women. The only thing I think about as I quickly shower is it’s no fun to torture a man like Neil when he’s passed the fuck out. He needs to be alert when we inflict our damage on his body. He’s already covered in bruising and a few cuts. Stryker using the blow torch on him made him pass the hell out. Slim will have Doc come in and ensure he remains alive until we no longer want him breathing.
Once I’m all cleaned up and dressed in different clothes, I make my way out to my wife. She needs to know there is no reason to feel fear anymore or look over her shoulder whenever she happens to leave the compound. We’ve tied up all the loose ends where Neil is concerned and only have her father left to deal with. I’ll be taking care of that little problem later on tonight.
Gwen and I are up in our room after spending most of the day in the common room with everyone. Now is when I’ll talk to her about things. She deserves to know and I don’t have to worry about her telling anyone because this is something she wants to happen. Gwen is loyal as fuck to the club and me. No one will ever know what happened to the two main men who made it their mission to fill her with fear and torture her in numerous ways.
“Sparrow, we need to talk,” I tell her, helping her sit on the bed before crouching down in front of her. “Earlier, I got an alert there was someone in our home. When I pulled up the footage, it was Neil. You don’t have to worry about him any longer. He’s no longer a threat to you, baby.”
For several minutes, Gwen doesn’t say anything. She sits on the bed and stares at me. There is no emotion filling her eyes like normal as I continue to watch her for any sign of distress. Doc is still here for this reason.
“Sparrow, talk to me,” I plead with her.
“You’re sure it’s over. No one else is gonna come after me?” she questions me.
“All loose ends are tied up and no one is gonna be comin’ after you any longer,” I assure her.
“Thank you, Killer. You don’t know what this means to me,” she says, wrapping her arms around me while pressing her stomach into my body.
“You don’t have to thank me, Sparrow. I’ll do anythin’ to make sure you and our babies are safe and protected. Why don’t you get ready for bed while I run out for one more errand? I’ll be back as soon as I can,” I tell her.
“Okay. I’m tired as hell right now and ready for bed. You promise you’ll be back soon?” she asks me, already sliding down under the covers.
After tucking Gwen in and making sure she’s got water and a snack on the nightstand next to her, I grab my go bag and head out. Stryker meets me in the common room and he’s ready to head out too. We’re taking care of the final piece of shit so he can’t ever get out of prison or harass my wife again.
Straddling our bikes, we head out to the prison where my contact is waiting on us to show up. Gwen’s dad found himself in solitary confinement and we’ll be paying him a visit while he’s in there. He won’t be making it out of there alive. Within the next few hours, he’ll be dead. No one will miss him either. Especially considering I’ve been hearing he’s been causing nothing but problems since he’s been in there. Thinks he runs the prison and can do whatever he wants. That’s not the case and he’s about to find that out the hard way.
It takes us a while to get to the prison. We’re parking in the employee lot and meeting my contact Zach. He’s a correctional officer here and is going to help us get inside. I believe today we’ll be employees of the prison so we can make our way throughout the place virtually undetected. Once we park our bikes in the lot, Zack Porter walks out with a duffle bag full of the uniforms we’ll need to get inside.
Stryker and I change in the parking lot in a dark corner while Zack keeps a look out for us. Once we’re ready to head inside, Zach takes the lead, and we head inside. Once we’re past the first guard tower, my nerves turn to excitement as we get closer and closer to Gwen’s dad. Zach opens the last door between my father-in-law and myself.
Mr. Andrews is sitting on his bunk with a book in his hands. He looks up, surprise registering on his face as he takes in our sudden appearance standing before him. Taking his time setting the book down on the cot next to him, I cross my arms over my chest and stare him down. The time hasn’t been good to Mr. Andrews as his hair is graying and there’s harsh lines covering his face.
“What do you want from me?” he asks us, standing up in front of us.
“I don’t want anythin’ from you. I’m here to finish business that should’ve already been taken care of,” I respond, grabbing the sheet from the bag I brought with us.
This isn’t our first rodeo. We bought the sheet on the way here and our bare skin hasn’t touched it. There will be no evidence from us left behind on the sheet. Gwen’s father looks from the sheet to me and back at the sheet again. There isn’t any fear on his face as resignation fills his face and his shoulders slump.
“You know why we’re doin’ this?” Stryker asks him, stepping further into the room.
“Yeah. My daughter,” is the only thing he says in response.
“You will never breathe the same air as her again. There will be no second chances or you gettin’ out of here to torture and torment her,” I inform him, wrapping the sheet around his neck before tossing it up over one of the pipes in the ceiling.
Stryker and I pull and tug on the sheet until Andrews is off the ground and there is no way of him getting down or the sheet ripping. Zach, Stryker, and I stay in the cell with him until Zach confirms there isn’t a pulse. It’s pretty anticlimactic if you ask me compared to being able to torture Neil for days on end.