Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“You can’t hurt me,” the guy said. “You’re a pussy now.”
His mouth was covered in blood, and he laughed, showing one of his teeth was missing.
“You work for them ... for the pussy Billionaires, and they keep you in check. You can’t kill me. You don’t know how.”
Lash looked down at him and pulled out a knife. “Do you really think that?”
The man’s smile faltered.
“You see, this is the power one has. I may not kill quite so easily anymore. I mean, I do have a deal with the Billionaires, but here’s the thing: they can’t stand rapists, kidnappers, and child abusers, and you fit every one of those descriptions. Now, you’re right, I have a deal that I won’t do anything illegal, and well, in their own code of conduct, they have no sympathy for you. Seeing as you’re all alone, they can’t use you. You’re worthless to them, and I’ve got two girls missing. I’ve got to do what I can, to get them back in one piece. You’re here, and I’m getting tired of the way you guys behave. You give a patch, a lifer, a bad name.” He thrust the blade into the man’s calf. The man screamed and Lash pressed his hand against his mouth, silencing him.
“And I’ve got a problem with that. You see, I’ve got a wife, I’ve got a daughter, and there are a lot of women I need to take care of. You are nothing, and I guess if you can’t talk to me and tell me what is going on, then I get to have a little fun.” And with that, he thrust the knife into the other calf, only this time he gave it a little wriggle. There was no emotion on Lash’s face. No ... pain. He felt nothing.
And in that moment, he suddenly knew he wasn’t alone. He was very much like his father. He could handle what needed to be done. He could inflict pain and kill without blinking an eye.
Nash would randomly laugh. Adam looked bored.
But the man didn’t talk, until after Lash had removed his dick. Much to Anthony’s surprise, he wouldn’t actually touch the thing with his own hand, but he grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his hand, then tugged the flaccid cock and sliced it right off.
That was when the man started talking.
Luke’s dad was in town, but he didn’t stay in one place. He intended to round up a shipment of girls. He was trying to pay his penance to the men he had failed to supply the girls that were meant to be sold. Each girl had to match the description of the order, and Luke’s dad was using Fort Wills to get it. All Lash had to do was get the details from the Billionaires.
He watched as his father killed the man and then wiped the blood onto the bed, before grabbing his cell phone and walking outside.
“You all right?” Adam asked.
He turned to look at the British man.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.”
“I know you’ve killed, taken some of these fucking scum with you, but you’ve never quite seen torture before. That wasn’t even the full extent of what your father is capable of.”
Anthony nodded. “I know he can do a lot worse.”
“Trust me, this was just playtime to him.” Adam looked around the room. “And his life ended too quickly, but with a shipment to fill, we’re on limited time. He needs to get that order from the Billionaires, and then with Whizz’s help, we can protect the rest of the girls.”
And he was starting to see the bigger picture of the club. How vital it was, how much they protected people, and he actually felt proud. Seeing his father torture that man for information, he didn’t care. It showed a side of his father he didn’t realize was still there.
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Daisy was so tired. She had to read numbers. So many numbers. From Millie’s shipment of new toys, to all the orders. Today was her day at the toy shop, which was fine, but she was tired.
Lash had woken them up at three that morning. He wanted them all showered and down for breakfast within fifteen minutes. She and Anthony showered together and were still in the main clubhouse room with two minutes to spare.
Everyone looked tired. She didn’t know when the last time was that she got a full night’s sleep. She was exhausted, but she was also healed. The stitches were long gone, and other than the doctor telling her to take it easy, there was nothing wrong with her.
Once she healed, she was able to contribute as much as everyone else to the punishment. Early mornings, Lash even got them running and exercising, which hadn’t been fun.
He assigned them all jobs, and from that point, they had to move to where they were instructed. Their days were long, starting early, but they were never consistent. They started work at three this morning, the day before was five. There was no way of knowing when they would go to bed. None of them could go to bed until Lash dismissed them.