Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

ground and I drag both of them out of the way. I turn them over and one at a time, I press my gun to the back of their head and fire one round. "They got the easy way out, it's more than I can say for the rest of you." I say before turning back to the three captives that were still alive.

"Wait, we can give you information. Have mercy on us." The man who had lugged my Lily around like luggage says and I nearly shit my pants I laugh so hard.

"Never, the fact that I don’t toss your asses in a meat grinder one piece at a time is mercy enough. I don’t have the machinery with me, but this will do just fine. Roth and Ink build me a nice bonfire stack right underneath them please. "

"You got it." They move fast and within a few minutes there are three triangle shaped stacks of stacks under each of the prisoners.

I take out my lighter and trusty flask, to toss some of my liquor on the sticks. They seem very dry already, but I don’t want to be out here all night. I had to get back home to my woman.

I light each of the bonfires up and stand back as the flames work. "Now you may scream for mercy." I tell them and a slight smile crosses my face. This was so fucking relaxing.

I had tied them high enough that they didn’t just catch on fire right away, but the heat from the growing flames is enough to slowly singe their skin.

They writhe and pull at their binds, but their own bodies are keeping most of the heat away from the rope. They will catch on fire long before their ropes ever do.

"Oh God! Please! Please! Mercy! I beg you! Mercy!" I walk as close as I can get to the man screaming for mercy without burning myself and bring the barbed wire bat down on his side watching the bones in his ribs go concave before I turn and walk back to my spot. Ink and Roth are on either side of me.

My three pinata’s hang there for a long while. Their skin bubbling with heat blisters and peeling away like old wallpaper. Until their skin chars like burnt toast. The one who had begged for mercy died shortly after I broke his ribs. His lung was unable to expand to its full capacity thanks to the smaller space I’d created for it. When a dark black sooty material begins to leak out of his mouth, and he no longer screams I knew he understood what my mercy felt like. The other two continue to moan though they were no longer screaming, the heat doing its job of slowly killing them.

When the smell becomes so intense that both Ink and Roth have to back away, I know it's time to finish them. The one who was carrying Lily in the duffle bag gets my knife straight into his chest. His bones are so hot that the knife broke through his chest plate easily.

I walk over to the man who had hurt my wife. He wasn’t moving, but he was still gasping in breath. I pick up one of the jugs of water that we’d brought and dumped it over the fire that was right underneath him. The steam is just as hot as the fire. I grab another jug and repeat the process, until I can kick the burnt sticks away and stand right under him. I stare at him and even though I can no longer see his eyes or even figure out if he can see me. I know that he is still alive. It’s time to rectify that once and for all. Moving quickly because I know it won’t be long after I do what I want that he will die. I jab my knife in the center of his chest away from his heart and drag the sharp blade from the insertion point down through his belly button. I stick my hand in both sides of the opening and pull it open as hard as I can. His abdominal cavity splays open and his innards along with other vital organs begin to spill out of his body. He jerks hard and gags. Just before he takes his last breath, I stick my hand under his rib cage to rip through connective tissue and find the trembling organ that is his heart. His body stills and I crush the fragile organ in my hands. The muscle and congealed blood squelching between my fingers like a stress ball.

Roth was right, it was like I was born for this.

"Cut them all down and let the fire turn them into dust. Less for us to bury. This one too." I point to the disemboweled man hanging over my shoulder."

They both nod their head and I make my way back to my daughter.

"I’ll meet you back with the others. Don’t take too long."

I’d done exactly what I set out to do, destroyed those that thought they were going to take what belonged to me. I walk out of the tree line and in the field. I can see group upon group of children and teenagers. Some of them are huddled together, others sitting on the ground by themselves. I wouldn’t believe it if they said there were less than fifty captives here. Right along with them though is my family. All the crews—the original Wings of Diablo, the New Orleans chapter, Eve’s Fury, Boys of Djinn, and even the Spawns of Chaos running around helping everyone that they could. All of these people in my life, because of decisions I made to help our cause. My few bad choices didn’t outweigh all the good that I had brought into our lives or helped make happen. I want to do more of this.

I want more of this everywhere.

Ink and Roth walk out of the tree line and