Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Ronan had always been inventive when it came to his punishments when I was younger, but had I known that he was capable of this, I might’ve been way more scared of him than I was.
“Jesus Christ.”
That was Silas, who came to stand beside me, looking down on the bed with so much awe and a fair bit of disgust that he wasn’t sure which emotion to feel.
“Do you think he cries more when his dick is pulled, or when his tongue is?” Ghost rumbled from my other side.
It was a good question.
Not only was Beckett tied by his ankles and wrists to fucking eye bolts, Ronan had drilled into the hotel’s freakin’ walls, but he was also attached to the ceiling by a rope.
Both of them were threaded through his body parts like a goddamned fish.
Ronan had cut a hole, likely with his own pocket knife, into both appendages, and then threaded a piece of braided brown, abrasive twine through each hole and then tied it into a knot. Then he’d attached it to another eye bolt that hung from the ceiling.
His eyes were wild, and he was crying.
But I couldn’t find a goddamned reason in the world to feel sorry for him.
“Beckett?” I said to him when his gaze caught mine. His eyes widened, and I said two words. “Check mate.”
The blood pooling under Beckett’s body was drawing my eyes, and I finally pulled the plug on the horror show.
“Get him an ambulance, Sean,” I ordered. “We can’t have him dying on us. Plus, I’d like to make sure his life isn’t as easy as dying would be.”
Sean disappeared out of the hotel room, and it didn’t take long for the sirens to be heard.
I waited there, long after the other men left the room to avoid being seen, and watched as paramedics, cops, and firefighters arrived on scene.
All of whom I knew personally.
“Whoa,” said a large, muscular, African-American police officer who went by the name of Tough. He was the nicest man I’d ever had the pleasure of working with…until you pissed him off. Then he was meanest, most vindictive man you would ever have the displeasure of meeting.
It was something that luckily didn’t happen very often, and I’d never been on the receiving end of it, thank God.
I’d seen him go off on one of his best friends once when said friend had made an offensive comment about his woman. His woman was a tiny Asian girl with the prettiest brown eyes I’d ever seen and about half of Tough’s height. Tough felt the need to protect her as if she couldn’t easily take care of herself. God help you if you made a derogatory comment toward her.
“What the hell is that through his dick?”
That was from another officer, McClain.
“From what I can tell, it’s twine,” I finally said once the men got a closer look.
“Back away, please,” a haughty paramedic/firefighter ordered in a low, husky voice.
I turned and shuffled to get out of the woman’s way, and wondered if she saw the way the other firefighters looked at her.
They were staring at her like she was an incompetent newbie who was about to get wigged out over the gory state of Elais Beckett’s body.
But much to my surprise, and the other firefighters, the little woman went right up to the bloody mass that was Beckett and started working on him instantly.
My brows went up at the nearest firefighter, and he mouthed a ‘later’ at me before waving me out of his way.
I moved completely out of the room, unsurprised when McClain and Tough followed me out.
“What in the goat fuck was that?” Tough asked in derision.
“That,” I said slowly. “Was the man who took a shot at my woman with a sniper rifle this morning while she was driving my car and missed her head by two inches.”
Tough’s eyes widened.
“You did that?”
I shook my head, about to reply, when Big Papa sidled up to one side, and Aaron moved up on the other.
“We got an anonymous tip that he was here,” Big Papa rumbled.
That was partially the truth, right? Giving up the man responsible would be cruel and unusual punishment.
I knew for certain that they weren’t going to give Ronan up…or weren’t going to until Ronan turned himself in.
“I was the one who did it,” Ronan said.
We all turned to find him standing behind our small group huddle, and Tough tilted his head to the side.
“You did what?” Tough asked.
It wasn’t every day that a man came up to you and admitted to the gruesome torture of someone.
“You heard me correctly,” Ronan confirmed. “Now, arrest me before I try to run.”
He looked like the kind of person that wouldn’t, and didn’t run. He was big, blocky, and in dress shoes. There was no way in hell he would get away from Tough on a bad day, let alone a good one.