SWNOVELS Brutal Savage: Chapter 43
“Give me those bags!” Elara demands. “The doctor said you can’t do anything strenuous for four to six weeks.”
She grabs the groceries from me while I laugh, taking them right back.
“I love you for taking care of me, but I’m okay.” I tug her jaw and kiss her, enjoying the feeling of her lips on mine.
She shoves me away and stares disapprovingly. “Go sit down and let me get you some food. You haven’t eaten lunch yet.”
She’s taken the whole bossing-me-around thing seriously, making sure I don’t open my wound. It’s actually adorable, and I let her, even though it’s been killing me doing less than I’m used to. But I know she was afraid something would happen to me. I feel fine, though, and I have to get back to work.
And most importantly, I have to kill them.
“Alright, baby.” I slap her ass, and she yelps. “I’m a little hungry for something else, though.”
Arousal paints her gaze, and I take this moment to force the front of her body to mine.
“It’s been too long. I need you, mo chuisle.”
“The doctor was specific,” she breathes as my mouth strokes hers. “No sex for four to six weeks.”
“Close enough.” My fingers slide through her hair, tugging her strands in my fist, kissing the underside of her jaw.
I slip the thin strap of her tank down, needing her bare.
“Eww!” Brody’s voice has me stopping just as Elara backs away, her face flushing. “Can you guys stop kissing like every minute? It’s so gross! Right, Uncle Fionn?”
“Totally gross!” He makes a gagging face, then winks at me.
“What are you two doing back?” I ask. “I thought you were off to the park to play baseball.”
“We are, but I left my cell.” He points to the counter, grabbing it and stuffing it into his pocket.
“Okay, well, you two have fun.” Elara kisses the top of Brody’s head.
“I will. Love you guys.”
That has her features straining with emotion while my pulse pounds in my ears, still not believing the fact that he’s actually talking to us. Telling us he loves us, no less.
“Love you too, kid.”
“I love you,” she says as we both watch him walk away. “I can’t get over it.”
Her head falls against my chest.
“Me either. I keep thinking he’ll just stop one day. That I’ll do something to mess it up.”
“No.” She shakes her head, turning to face me. “Stop thinking any of that was your fault.”
“Yeah, I know.” A deep exhale falls out of me.
“Come on, go sit down. I’ll warm you up some shepherd’s pie.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
She tugs me toward the empty chair, and I’ll gladly sit here and stare at her ass all day if she lets me.
Hours later, I make my escape to the barn, where I’ve held them prisoner all this time.
I’ve never enjoyed torturing someone as much as them.
My brothers, of course, helped.
“Have you had enough yet?” I glare at Rogue as Cillian beats him, kicking his stomach, his face. He’s barely recognizable. “Wanna die?”
We’ve fed them just enough to survive, so we can torture them all over again.
Every fucking day.
I warned them that their deaths would come slowly, and I’m always a man of my word.
Rogue groans, looking up, and I’d be surprised if he sees anything from his one eye that’s almost swollen shut.
“Pick him up.”
My brothers drag him to his feet while I grab thick rope, taking it to one of our horses.
She lifts her forelegs once she sees me approach, her harness already on her. “Good girl.” I glide my hand down her mane, then tie the rope securely around her saddle, tugging it to make sure it’s secure.
Cillian pushes Rogue onto the ground, while Fionn grabs the other end of the rope and starts tying it around both of his wrists.
“Is he good?” I ask.
Fionn nods.
“Come on, girl.” I pull on her lead rope, applying enough pressure until she runs. And she can run forever.
She drags Rogue through the mud, past rocks, his body hitting them hard, and I know he won’t last long.
“Let’s go,” I tell my brothers, needing to take care of Isaac and Jerry next.
We march toward the two separate stalls where we’ve kept them. Fionn pulls a bloody Isaac out of the barn, while I have the pleasure of dragging Jerry by his foot, making damn sure his face greets the hay and dirt as I take him to join his father.
They’ve been in the same clothes since they got here. We’ve hosed them down to clean them off, of course. But that’s all they got, and that’s only ’cause I don’t wanna smell them.
“Sit him up.” I gesture my head to Isaac, and Fionn forces him up as he groans in protest.
I kneel before him, tilting his chin so he’s looking at me. He snarls, his nostrils widening.
“Nothing to say? Not even to beg for your lives?”
His mouth curls. “Go f-f-fuck yourself.”
I inhale a calming breath as I straighten to full height. “I’m gonna make you watch your son die. Then I’m gonna kill you.”
Cillian hands me a knife, and I fall to my knees before Jerry’s body. The tip of the knife nears his throat, and he trembles.
He should be scared.
“You remember what you did to her? Because I will never forget.”
Before he can bother saying a word, I rip his stomach open, fucking blood everywhere. His screaming only makes this more satisfying. Reaching into my pocket, I retrieve ten grams of coke, fitting it into his abdomen.
His father gasps, knowing fear for the first time, I’m sure. I slice the baggies open and let the drugs seep into his veins.
He will die slowly. Painfully.
I can’t fix what’s been done to her. But I can do this. And even this doesn’t feel like enough.
Grabbing Isaac’s wrists, I slice open his arteries and lay him next to his son. When they’re dead, we’ll cut them up and take them to Jersey and let Konstantin’s pigs have at ’em.
“Let’s go home,” I tell my brothers. “We’ll take care of the bodies tomorrow.”
“Shit. I need a shower.” Fionn sniffs himself.
“I need food,” Cillian throws in. “Got any at home?”
“Yeah, actually, I do.” I laugh. “Elara made enough for an army.”