Page 88 of Run to Me
“He hurt a member of our family, or two members if you really think about it. We weren’t just gonna sit at home while you had all the fun, little brother,” Marco says with a rare smirk, and I nod to them both before turning to Dad.
“This little bitch hurt my daughter and could have harmed my grandchild. I’m just here to watch the son of a bitch piss himself while you do what you’re best at,” he says with a shrug, and I watch as they all take a seat at the side of the room.
Right. Guess I have an audience for today’s production.
I force my attention back to the fucker tied up in front of me and try to imagine what it was like for Robyn growing up with him, having to have him as her only family after her parents died,having him—the guy at least twice her size—be heavy handed and abusive towards her. The images are so fucking clear in my mind, it lights a fire inside me and I gesture for Luca and Marco to untie him.
Luca does so without question, eagerly jumping in while Marco huffs but does it anyway. I have no clue how he can somehow get this far in our life without enjoying a little torture, but whatever. I’m not here to psychoanalyze my brother. I’m here to torture my brother-in-law.
“Stand him up,” I order, and they both immediately oblige.
They pull him to his feet, and he sways between their grip while I head over to the workbench and check out the array of instruments. As much as this asshole deserves pain for everything he’s ever done to my girl, I don’t want this to last too long. I just want to get home to my wife.
I grab the blowtorch and stroll back over to him. I fiddle with the settings a little before firing it up, savoring the sight of his eyes widening and his body trembling while my brothers continue to hold him in place.
“I really wanna get home to my wife, so I’m gonna make this quick,” I say before bringing it to his torso. I hold it against his left side, careful to keep it away from Luca, since I don’t want to accidentally fuck up my brother.
Izzy really would fucking shoot me.
His screams echo around the room as the smell of burnt flesh fills the air and… is that?
Yep, he’s pissed himself.
Honestly, why do these guys have to piss themselves at the first sign of torture.
“The bitch isn’t fucking worth this,” he spits and my brothers both twist his arms like a pretzel. If they use any more pressure, they’ll break both of his arms. I wouldn’t mind it, per se, but this is my show.
“Not worth it? Thatbitchis my fucking wife,” I roar and throw three punches to his ribs, right in the spot that Robyn’s been hurting this past eleven days.
“Hurts, huh? My wife has been struggling too, since that’s exactly how she’s been feeling since you bruisedherribs.” I punch him in the same spot again, just for funzies and give him my signature maniacal grin.
“She had a concussion too, my angel had headaches for days after you hit her head,” I growl, and grab a brick from the table. I’m usually much more inventive than this, but every minute spent in this room is a minute spent away from Robyn, and I’m itching to get back to her.
I smash the brick against the right side of his head and watch as blood trickles down his cheek, listening as his groans of pain light up that spark inside of me that loves this shit so much.
“You know, I could spend hours in this room, dragging out your pain and relishing the sight of you crying and begging for your life. But my pregnant wife is sitting at home, waiting for me. The wife that grew up feeling invisible in her own home thanks to you and your shithead parents. But she’s not invisible anymore, she has meand my family,” I say and walk over to the contraption in the corner of the room.
This warehouse used to be a waste treatment center before we…acquiredit, and I open the steel door to let him see what’s inside.
“So, my dear brother-in-law, I’m no fucking magician, I can’t make you disappear completely… but I can turn you to ash.”
I smirk as any remaining color drains from his face as he realizes that this is it for him. There’s no coming back from this.
I watch as my brothers lead him over and lay him down on the pull-out table. They strap him down once again before pushing him through. His cries are muffled by the machinery, and I don’t even care to stick around and watch, too busy thinking about getting home to my girl.
I head to the bathroom, strip out of my clothes and wash up before dressing in a pair of jeans and a hoodie I have stashed here before heading back out to my family.
I nod to our men as I make my way outside where my dad and brothers are stood waiting for me.
“I’m not sticking around, I wanna get home to Robyn.”
“Yeah, about that…” Luca says, and I scowl at him as I wait for him to continue.
“Did you really think my wife would listen to you when you asked her to keep Robyn in the apartment? Hate to break it to you, brother, but these wives of ours won’t listen to a goddamn word we say if they don’t feel like it,” he says with a smirk while my dad chuckles.
“Where the fuck are they?” I growl.
“Come on, little bro. I’ll take you to them if you promise not to threaten my wife with bodily harm for taking your girl out of the apartment.”