Page 77 of Armor
He winked, then he wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me through the clubhouse.
What I didn’t know was that the women, Lena, and another woman followed, as well as the brothers, who apparently were curious.
I followed Ripper out of the clubhouse, through the back, and to a shed.
Then he let me step through first, and then he followed.
The brothers and the two women stepped in behind him.
I saw a man who was chained up to a rafter butt naked. Much like the setup Uncle Knox preferred.
“What did he do?” I asked.
A man who was leaning against the wall answered, “If you're not Creedence, you ain’t got no business asking that.”
I looked at him and smirked, because I knew who he was, “Uncle Cotton might be older than you, but he stomped your ass a few years ago.”
He smirked, “Lucky punch.”
I snorted.
He chuckled, “The man thought it would be a good idea to try to sell us his daughter to pay off a debt he owes us. His twelve-year-old daughter.
I nodded, then looked at Ripper. “Make it hurt.”
He winked, “Yes, ma’am.”
I stood there and waited for him to do his thing.
“You know, if this man was going to be allowed to be breathing, you wouldn’t be in here,” he said.
Then he went to work.
And when he grabbed a pair of bolt cutters and cut his dick off, the man squealed. I chuckled.
“This doesn’t bother you?” Lena asked.
I shook my head, “No.”
Then he took the cock he cut off, gripped the man’s jaw, and shoved it into his mouth. Then he forced the man’s mouth closed, pinched the bridge of his nose, and tilted the man’s head back.
Tears were pouring out of his eyes.
Lena gasped.
Raine swallowed.
Feeling a pair of eyes on me, I looked in the direction and locked my eyes with Storm’s.
He lifted a brow.
I grinned.
He chuckled.
Ripper turned his head to look at Storm and then at me.
I felt a pulse between my legs.
