He was ass naked, the heavy odor of must, piss, and shit mixed with the other aromas in the square room.

“Tito, how are you my friend?”

“Fuck…you,” he rasped out through cracked, peeling lips.

“Hey, don’t say that. I might get jealous.” Cobra feigned hurt as he entered the room with Grimm and Bryce, shooting Cali a bright smile.

His red hair was still dripping wet. He never dried off when he got out the shower, one of his many quirks. Just like his preference for breaking men.

I didn’t judge him; none of us ever would. I’d had my fair share of experimentation in that department. Cobra could be an eccentric motherfucker but at the end of the day, you wanted him on your side.

“Fuck, he stinks,” Bryce coughed, pulling his black robe up over his nose.

“Ah, come on now, Bryce, man up,” Grimm scolded him sarcastically, laughing when he gagged and back-pedaled into the door.

“No, he’s right. It smells like swine ass in here,” Cali coughed.

I chuckled under my breath, letting her hand go so I could tighten the pulley holding Tito’s arms above his head.

His muscles strained and he groaned in pain, a fresh line of sweat breaking out on his brow. I was waiting for his shoulders to dislocate. If he hung here long enough, it would happen on its own, but then I wouldn’t be around to see, and that diminished the entertainment significantly.

“Grab me a rag, Grimm,” I called to him, looking down at Tito’s bullet hole. The area was swollen, surrounded by dried old drainage and seeping with new.

“I know this seems like the shit end of the stick, but Luther wanted to keep you for himself, and between you and me, being skinned alive would hurt a fuck of a lot more than this. So, you’re welcome.”

“What are you doing with it?” Grimm asked, walking over to where I stood.

“I’m going to shove it in the bullet hole, unless you want to do the honors?” I looked at my gorgeous girl.

“If Grimm wants to do it, I’m happy to watch.” She gave her brother a soft smile.

He nodded and balled the end of the dirty white cloth up so it was easier to push in.

“Cali…please,” Tito gasped, no doubt sensing how much worse things were about to get for him.

“Tito, he told me all I needed to know about you, your sister, and Jinx. You’re a grown man and you got yourself into this bullshit way before I came along. You’re on your own.”

“Cal––” His strained sentence cut off in a high-pitched scream.

When Grimm knelt down and started pushing the rag into the gaping wound, the smell of dead skin, puss, and blood wafted from it.

“No, no, no,” Tito thrashed, trying to kick his leg away.

Grimm easily subdued him, holding it in place with one hand and twisting the rag in the other. “Why?” He hung his head and groaned, his body shaking with a silent sob.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Cobra laughed, swaggering up to us with a bottle of bourbon in his hand. “Get the fuck over here, Bryce.”

“No, I’m good,” he called out, standing securely in a corner.

I laughed and shook my head. The man would crush throats with his bare hands but couldn’t stomach torture.

“Because you’re no good to me now. Because you and your sister have been nothing but pains in my ass.” I responded to Tito.

I held my hand out for the bottle in Cobra’s hand. He handed it over without comment, pulling a gold lighter out of his back jean pocket.

“The real issue is that he didn’t want to give Calista up.” Grimm picked up where I left off, rising to his full height.

“Good help is so hard to find.” I untwisted the lid of the bourbon. “You’re easily dispensable. How many times have I told you that? There are a hundred fucking men vying to do what you did for me. I’ve already replaced you.”

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