Swiping Marley’s hair off her shoulder, I lean down, kissing the spot where her neck and shoulder meet. She leans her head to the side, giving me more access. I bite down, sucking her skin into my mouth as a moan escapes her lips.
“Rascal, baby. When you gonna drop that lame bitch and come back to me.” Trix’s voice is like nails on a chalkboard. Before I can respond to her, Marley is out of my arms, charging for Trix.
“I have had enough of your shit.” Marley grabs Trix by the hair, slamming her face onto the closest table. Trix cries out in pain. Marley pulls her head up so she’s looking right in her eyes. “I’m here to fucking stay. And if you ever try anything with Rascal ever again, I will put your ass in the hospital.”
Marley shoves her to the floor before walking back into my arms.
“That was hot as hell. Who knew my Princess had a savage side?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “What can I say? I’m territorial of what’s mine.”
“You and me both, babe.”
We spend the rest of the day hanging out with the brothers and other Ol’ Ladies. It ends up being a low key Saturday night, which is just what we need after the week we’ve all had.
The next day, we stay in bed until almost eleven o’clock. Laying in bed with Marley wrapped in my arms is quickly becoming one of my favorite things. I need to work on getting us our own place and soon.
“Have you heard from Ratchet, yet?” She’s lightly running her fingers up and down my abs, making my skin break out in goosebumps.
“Yeah, he texted and said they’re goin’ to the barn around one,” I tell her.
“Well, shit. We need to get up and get ready then.” She’s about to climb out of bed when I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her back into me.
“We have time.”
“Yeah, time to get dressed and eat,” she throws at me.
I cock an eyebrow at her. “You really wanna eat before we go torture someone?”
She stares at me like I’m an alien. “I haven’t had breakfast. I need my energy.”
I let out a full belly laugh. “Just when I think I have you figured out, you throw a curve ball.”
“Eh, you’ll figure me out someday.” She winks at me.
By one o’clock, we’re dressed, fed, and on our way up to the barn to have some fun with Rodrigo and Eduardo. We take my truck to the barn because of the weather. I don’t want Marley colder than she needs to be. I park the truck by Ratchet’s bike.
“We’re gonna have to do what we can to get information out of these assholes,” I tell Marley.
“Give me the kill shots and I’ll be fine.” Her words shouldn’t shock me, but they do.
I grab her hand. “If at any point you wanna leave, just let me know. Got it?”
“I will, I promise.”
We climb out of the truck, meeting at the front. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and together we walk inside.
42
Marley
This is my first time being at the barn. I’m not surprised they have a place like this. A secluded place where they can hold people prisoner and torture them if and when necessary. The Cartel didn’t have a designated place for torture. They didn’t care where it happened at. Those guys were always itching to fuck someone up no matter who it was or where they did it.
The Savage Menaces are smart about it. Though, I guess they have to be. They’re more than the club. They’re family. They do what they can to keep each other and themselves out of jail. The men under Rodrigo were the furthest thing from a family. They would screw each other over if it meant they would be the next top guy.
Walking into the barn, my heart begins to race. Rascal must be able to sense it because his arm around me tightens. He has a way of reading my emotions and knowing what I need without me saying anything. I’ve never had someone like that and I honestly love it. Plus, he knows how to handle my attitude. My attitude alone has been enough to scare other guys away.
“Remember, if at anytime you want to leave, just say the word.” Rascal whispers in my ear. I nod my head in response.
In the middle of the barn, sitting in a wooden chair with his back facing us, is Rodrigo. His hands are zip-tied to the arms of the chair while his ankles are zip-tied to the legs. He’s shirtless and his feet are bare. Ratchet and Saint are standing in front of Rodrigo. They have a table of knives, a blow torch and other tools off to the side. Ratchet lifts his head, his eyes landing on Rascal.
“Oh, good. Now we can get started.” A sinister smirk crosses Ratchet’s face.
Rascal gives me one more look before walking over to them.
“Rodrigo, the man of the hour.” Rascal growls out. “Let’s have a little chat. Shall we?”
“Fuck you.” Rodrigo spits out.
“Exactly how I expected this to go.” Rascal chuckles. He moves to the table, his eyes scanning his options. He picks up a pair of poultry scissors and walks back to Rodrigo. Rascal goes straight for Rodrigo’s pinky, snipping it off like it’s nothing. I don’t so much as flinch at the action.
“Ah! Hijo de puta,” Rodrigo cries out.
Ratchet moves in, cauterizing the wound.
“If you think it’s going to be that easy, think again.” Rodrigo grits out.
“We have plenty of time,” Rascal assures him. He moves to Rodrigo’s other hand, instantly cutting off his other pinky. Rodrigo howls out in pain, trying to pull his hand free. Again, Ratchet moves in behind Rascal to cauterize the wound.
“For our first order of business, why did you take Marley,” Rascal asks Rodrigo. My heartbeat picks up it’s pace.
“Go to Hell,” Rodrigo spits out.
“Wrong answer.” Rascal cuts off another finger and Rodrigo screams out. Ratchet waits before cauterizing this one. This continues for two more fingers before Rascal sets the scissors down. He glances at the selection of tools, contemplating what to use next. He finally picks up the blowtorch.
Lighting it with a sinister smirk, he crouches down and runs the flame along the side of Rodrigo’s foot. The screams are deafening. Rascal pulls it back for a second.
“Alright, alright,” Rodrigo screams. “I’ll talk!”
Turning off the blowtorch, Rascal sets it down. He stands in front of Rodrigo, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I wanted her to replace her mother.” Rodrigo admits. “The first time I took her, I had every intention of breaking her in, making her submissive. No matter what we tried, the bitch wouldn’t break.”
Anger fills inside me. I want to rush over to him and rip his throat out.
“She somehow managed to escape. I blamed it on one of my weaker men. At first, she was difficult to track down, but it didn’t take long. When she made her way to your clubhouse, I knew it would only be a matter of time before she came face to face with her father. Thus, my new plan unfolded. I would use her to lure Nikolay Kalashnik out, so he could watch the daughter he never knew die, before I killed him,” Rodrigo explains.
The more he talks, the stronger the urge to drive a knife into his heart becomes. This man doesn’t deserve to live another day.