Christ, I saw where Harlow got her purity from.
“Thank you,” I murmured, still uneasy about it all.
Harlow turned to me, and the gentle look she gave me, softened my hard heart a little. “She’s right. This wasn’t your fault. Okay?”
We hadn’t talked much this morning; both of us still contemplative. So, I had no idea what was going through her mind about all of this. I was giving her some time to process it; tonight we would talk.
I nodded. “Babe, you gonna be alright if I leave now?” I had to be at Blade’s within the next hour to take care of Bullet and that was one meeting I didn’t want to be late for.
“Yes. You go and do your stuff. I’ll be here all day. Can I stay with you again tonight?”
As if she had to ask. “I’ll be here to pick you up at five. Yeah?”
“Five is good. I’ll see you then,” she said, and leant forward to give me a quick kiss.
Five minutes later, I was on my way to take care of Harlow’s request to make sure that Bullet couldn’t fuck with any other women.
Chapter 31
Scott
I couldn’t deny it; I was a twisted fuck sometimes. The idea of fucking Bullet up made me one of the happiest men on the fucking earth that day. And when I entered the room where Blade had him, I realised that my half brother and I shared more than a father; we shared a darkness inside us that only physical violence could sate.
The room was on the lower level of Blade’s warehouse and was a concrete room with clear plastic lining every surface; the roof, walls and floor were all lined with it. And I was sure that once we’d finished here today, that plastic would be replaced with new plastic for the next occupant of this room.
Bullet was laid out naked on a table, his arms and legs restrained in the same fashion that Harlow had been. I noted that Blade was wearing a black outfit of training pants, t-shirt, and runners. He indicated to a table in the corner of the room that had an identical outfit laid out. “Change room is through there,” he pointed to the corner where there was a door.
I grabbed the outfit and headed towards the corner. The plastic was cut so that I could get through and I entered a large open shower. I quickly changed and joined Blade again. He had a determined look on his face as he asked me, “You ready?”
“More than fucking ready.”
Bullet was shifting his gaze between Blade and I, and I was pleased to see he had that wild look in his eyes that I’d seen in Harlow’s yesterday.
Yeah that’s right, motherfucker. Your turn now.
I had no idea what Blade had planned here. He obviously used this room for similar operations and had a very well thought out set up in place so I was just following his lead. He picked up a knife and lightly ran it down Bullet’s body from his throat to his dick. “You know why they call me Blade?” he asked.
Bullet shook his head, clearly shitting himself.
“It’s because a knife is my favourite killing weapon. My first kill was when I was seventeen; I killed a man with my bare hands, finishing him off with a blade twisted into his throat.”
I watched him intently, taking this new information in. All clues today were pointing to a cold blooded killer, and I had the thought again that I’d underestimated Blade.
He looked at me while he spoke. “From what I’ve heard, Scott’s good with his fists, so I’m going to let him go first today.” He took his knife and cut the ropes restraining Bullet, and shoved him off the table, towards me. Bullet took the opportunity now that he was unrestrained, to try and get a punch in. He was too slow for me though; I threw a punch so hard that it knocked him to the floor. He landed flat on his stomach; there was a loud cracking noise as his face smashed onto the concrete floor.
He didn’t move, and Blade muttered, “Fuck, did you knock him out?”
We watched as he lay still, but were both fucking happy when he moved and tried to get up. I let him take his time getting up; I was enjoying the anticipation. He finally stood and then faced me. I was pretty fucking ecstatic to see his face had been fucked up. That had to hurt. He stumbled towards me; the motherfucker was still trying to get one in. I let him come at me but there was no way he had the upper hand here, and I easily punched him again. He fell down again, and I walked to where he was and kicked him hard in the side. He rolled and grunted but he didn’t have it in him to get back up.
Looking at Blade, I suggested, “You hold him up while I punch the shit out of him?”
Blade nodded and then moved to drag him up off the floor. He held him and then invited me to go for it. I didn’t need to be asked twice. All the anger I had in me for what he’d done to Harlow came pouring out through my fists as I connected with his body time after time. I loved working with a punching bag but a human punching bag was even better. Eventually he sagged, almost unconscious, and Blade signaled for me to stop. We dragged him back to the table and laid him down.
His head lolled to the side and he groaned in pain.
“Open your eyes, asshole,” Blade commanded.
Bullet opened his eyes a slit but then snapped them shut again. Blade picked up his knife and with a quick flick of the wrist, he sliced into Bullet’s dick. Bullet’s eyes snapped open and he screamed out in pain. Best fucking sound I’d heard all day.