“Let me go! Who are you?” Dane was yelling as King threw him towards the couch. Digger swept the garbage off the coffee table and sat facing Dane. “Look, I don’t know who you are but I’ve got plenty of money, tell me what you want and it’s yours.”
He laughed. “We have everything we could ever want from you already.”
Dane looked confused and Digger didn’t like how settled he seemed. This fucker needed to be shaking in terror, yet here he sat as if he was in the middle of a negotiation. He must have been pretty confident that they weren’t there to hurt him. He was wrong.
Bones
“What do you mean?” Dane asked, only slightly stumbling over his words.
This guy was a cocksure son of a bitch. He was screaming out to be taken down a few pegs. Little did he know they weren’t there to knock him down, they were there to kill the bastard. It would be easy to just put a bullet through his head here and now, but he wanted to see sheer panic and fear in his eyes before they went blank. His jaw ached, he was clenching his teeth so hard. His body was prepped and eager to deliver untold pain to this fucker.
He watched as Digger leaned forward, crowding Dane’s space. “We have your wife, son and sister-in-law.”
Danes face shocked equal amounts of shock, rage and calculation. “You cracked that bitch? She finally gave up her sister. What do you want for them? I’ll give you whatever you want. I’ve been searching for them for weeks. Those bitches stole my son and I want to make sure they pay for every day he’s been away from me.”
Bones moved before he realised he had. His fist flew out, punching him right in the temple. Dane rocked to the side and covered his head with his arms. King grabbed his arms, holding him back from beating Dane to death. He tried to calm himself.
Digger forced Dane upright and wound his hands around his neck, restricting his breathing.
“You should be very careful how you speak about our woman.” Dane’s fingers clawed desperately at Digger’s hands. His face turned a fierce red and Digger finally released him.
“Who’s your woman?” He croaked out, looking significantly more scared now.
“Bianca.”
Dane’s reflex was to sneer at her name. It lasted only a split second before he paled.
“You…you…you’re them Musketeers?” he looked as if he was silently begging for the answer to be no.
“I see your spies have been thorough. Yes, that’s us. Bianca’s our woman. Our old lady. Now I want you to guess where we found her.” Digger was almost snarling now.
Bones loved seeing Dane start to tremble as he shook his head and gulped. His white towel showed a yellow stain gradually growing on it as Dane pissed himself.
“She took my family from me! There was no way Maggie would have disappeared without her help,” Dane blurted out desperately.
Bones thrust his hand out, snagging Dane’s hair and pulled so his face was upturned. He spat on him.
“You’re a sick fuck who beat your wife and son. You made it so our woman suffered for weeks in a dank cell surrounded by monsters. Monsters you hired. Then you ran like a fucking rat up a drainpipe. You think hitting a defenceless woman who’s protecting her son makes you a man? Let’s see how you do against someone who can fight back.”
He threw Dane onto the floor and stomped his foot down on his ankle, hearing the bone snap. Dane wailed and tried to drag himself away. King rounded the couch and did the same to his other ankle.
“You scream like a bitch,” Digger snapped and forced his jaw open. He stuffed a sock into his mouth muffling his annoying shrieking. “You’re gonna pay for every bruise and cut you put on them and then we’ll slit you from dick to neck.”
Dane started wailing and crying as they carried out their threats.
They spent the next hour beating every inch of Dane, letting him recover for a few minutes before starting all over again. His knuckles were split from delivering the repeated blows and blood splattered up his arms and legs. The plan was to ditch their clothes with the local chapter to burn, but he was tempted to keep his to show Bianca just how Dane had paid for what he did to her.
Dane could no longer move other than to twitch and flinch. His face was unrecognisable and blood gurgled and spluttered from his lips when they finally removed the sock. Bones took out his knife. He wished it was blunt so it would be even more painful. He slid his finger over the sharp edge and smiled down at the wreck of a man on the floor. He knew Dane could see the blade through the slightly open slit of his eye. His sobs renewed and he was sure that Dane was begging for his life. He couldn’t make out the words, but he didn’t need to hear them exactly to kno what they were.