But I didn’t. I couldn’t. My damn body didn’t feel like my own in that moment and I had no other choice but to leave. I’ve ordered other brothers to bring her food and water and kept her inside while we worked on getting leads.
And it’s a good thing I get to rip this fucker to shreds to get some of this anger and frustration out of my system. Though, the real focus of my anger has been centered on this fucker’s father. And Logan Bane is going to lose his son today, just like he took my father away from me.
A smile tugs my lips when I take a step forward and swing my leg out to let it hit Leith in the stomach. He doubles over and scoots back. Holding his hand up he tries to gasp for his next breath.
“Fucking hell, one hit and he’s ready to surrender. Fucking pussy. Your father must think you’re a fucking disgrace,” I mutter and shake my head.
Brodie chuckles. “Put him in the chair, Prez. I’m gonna record how you pull out his fingernails while he screams like the pussy he is.”
Leith goes white and the idiot whips his head in the direction of the floor and pukes.
“Disgusting idiot,” I grumble while Brodie is laughing his ass off.
I stalk out of the container and grab a bucket of water. Strolling back inside, I throw it at Leith from a distance. And just for my own pleasure I throw the bucket as well, making sure the thing lands on his head. Brodie steps toward me and we both stare at the pussy.
“Can you imagine an arranged marriage between this wiener and the woman you have in your bed?” Brodie questions.
Leith’s eyes almost fall out of his head. I can’t help it, I chuckle and stroll toward the pathetic idiot. Grabbing him by his shirt, I pull him up and plant him in the chair, slapping the shackles onto his arms to keep him in place.
“Ah, you didn’t know I have Meribeth, did you?” I ask with a load of satisfaction in my voice, knowing he won’t ever touch her.
“You’re full of shit,” the man sneers, finally showing some backbone.
I hold out my hand in Brodie’s direction. After a few breaths I feel the weight of something in my palm and close my fingers around it. I don’t care what kind of weapon he offered me to use on this idiot; everything is fine by me. Though, I’m smiling when I see it’s a hunting knife.
Letting the tip rest on his thigh I clear my throat. “You’ll never know how sweet her pussy is. How soft those whimpers of pleasure tumble over her lush lips when she comes all over my fingers. Delicious, I can tell you that.”
Leith grinds his teeth and grits, “You wouldn’t risk touching the only thing that could save your life.”
My head tips back and laughter rips from my body. Shaking my head, I tell the fucker, “Why the fuck do I need to keep her alive? I’m killing every single one of you including the bitch warming my bed. And in the meantime? She can make herself useful by entertaining my cock, because there’s nothing sweeter than virgin pussy because it’s still tight after you use it a few times. Even more when it’s a feisty redhead with a mouth like sin, tits to die for, and an ass to take my cock while I fingerfuck her pussy.”
Just the thought brings a visual inside my head with the dying need to take Meribeth on the ride of her life. Shit. I need to keep focus on what I’m doing right here and now. Lifting my hand up, I let it drop with force and jam the hunting knife into his upper leg. Slowly, I pull it out and hold the knife in his face.
“See the blood dripping? It’s what my cock drew from between her legs when she lost her virginity. And let me tell you.” I lean in and fake whisper, “She screamed for more.”
“She’s mine,” Leith roars, surprising the fuck out of me with his anger.
There’s an underlying burn, spreading like wildfire through my veins by the sound of his claim. Who the fuck does this pussy think he is?
“Yours?” I growl. “She would grab your pecker and rip it off before it even got near her pussy.”
Leith spits at my feet. “You’re the fucking pussy. I don’t believe a word out of your mouth.”
My gaze goes to my boot and I turn to glance at Brodie. “Get the circular saw.”
My VP rubs his hands. “Fuck, yes,” he says in glee and rushes off to get it.
“I don’t care what you believe,” I simply tell him and wipe the blade clean on his other leg before I throw it on the ground. “Point is, when I’m done with you…I get to sink my cock back into my pussy. ‘Cause for fucking sure she belongs to me. While you? You’ll be dead and gone, and it’s a beautiful thing. Your death, my pleasure. Yeah, I’m getting ecstatic just thinking about it.”
“Here you go, Prez,” Brody quips and hands me the circular saw.
I flip the thing on and relish in the way Leith’s eyes go wide with fear.
“And just to be sure?” I raise my voice to overpower the sound coming from the saw. “I’m starting with your dick so you don’t have to get all cocky about any woman for that matter.”
I plant the saw in between his legs and move forward inch by dragging inch while he tries to move back. It’s useless. The chair is bolted to the floor and he’s chained to it. Blood sprays with impact as I let the saw rip a tiny bit into his body.
His screams bounce off every side of the container and I fucking relish in it. I’m pretty sure I only nicked his dick but he’s screaming like he’s getting slaughtered. He will be, but not just right now.
Pulling back, I glance over my shoulder at Brodie. “Get the torch.”
“Yeah, brother, gonna saw off his hand or are you gonna start with his feet first?” Brodie eagerly questions.
I don’t answer him because I’m too focused on Leith who is getting a serious case of verbal diarrhea when he starts to rattle, “Stop, stop, I’ll talk. It was all a setup, okay? My father wanted to get a foot in the door with Niall McVay. Rory mentioned the girl, Dara, caught his eye. He promised my father he could arrange their marriage. Once that was set, we would have a link in place and then he wanted Meribeth for himself but he would offer me first due to the age difference. But eventually he would kill her father so he would marry Meribeth himself instead of me. He needed her because the weapon connection goes through McVay blood. They only deal with direct family and if he’s Meribeth’s husband they couldn’t deny their only link into the US.”
My anger skyrockets. Everything Meribeth said was true. Well, except for the part she didn’t know they were holding her as the centerpiece.
“But then McVay went to Dara’s father and he denied Rory’s request to wed Dara. My father ordered Rory to fix it and he raped the girl. He knew he could pressure her into lying and it was easy as shit for him to follow McVay to the meeting with your father because he was distracted with the shit happening. Rory took the kill shot. He’s the one who shot the bullet that killed your father and allowed all hell to break loose and then it was done. And you can’t do shit about it. Everything is set in stone. Fucked-up beyond repair. Now let me go or you’ll cause more trouble than you can handle since you already have two mafia families coming for you.”
I turn my head to Brodie who is all set with the blowtorch in hand. Firing the saw back up, Leith starts to scream for me to stop, how he cooperated. But the fucker is delusional. I never once thought about keeping him alive or letting him go.