Page 14 of Jake

“Get him up.”

Waigi and Mala hurried forward, and when Bonello moved his foot, Russo sucked in much-needed air, and they dragged him onto his feet. My father moved closer, his fist shot forward, there was a large crack as Russo’s nose broke, and blood poured out as he screamed. The blow had obviously caused him great pain.

Care factor?

Zero.

Pussy.

“Get him inside,” Father growled.

Waigi and Mala grabbed hold of Russo under the arms and dragged him up the steps towards the building. I turned to the other men.

“Watch the perimeter and set the charges. Logan, Daly…” I didn’t need to say more, they followed Quinn and me inside behind the two older dons.

Waigi pulled a wooden chair from the kitchen table and Russo was pushed down. Logan and Daly kept him in place while Waigi and Mala set off in search of something to use to tie the arsehole to the chair. I rummaged through the kitchen drawers and grabbed various implements. Quinn had disappeared to who knew where.

Waigi and Mala returned with neckties in their hands, and along with help from Logan and Daly, they made quick work of stripping every stitch of clothing from Russo. Kicking the bastard’s legs wide, they tied one to each chair leg. His arms were then secured to the rungs holding the chair legs in place. Russo ran his mouth for the first few minutes, spouting off about how he was gonna make sure every one of us ended up dead.

Really? He honestly believed he was getting out of this alive? He was even more stupid than I’d thought. I grinned and chuckled when Daly decided he’d had enough and knocked him out cold.

Quinn returned from wherever he’d gone with a baton in one hand that had some wicked=looking metal spikes protruding around one end. In the other hand was another smooth wooden baton. I noticed he’d gone a little pale.

“What’s that?” I moved closer.

Quinn held the spiked baton up in the air and I noted the blood and flesh trapped on the spikes.

My temper went nuclear. I grabbed the baton from Quinn, ignoring the fact one of the spikes caught my finger and swung it full force at Russo’s belly. That brought him around. He screamed like a banshee as the spikes lodged in his flesh. When I ripped it away, it was his blood and skin lodged on the spikes.

“YOU USED THIS ON MY BROTHER!”

I swung again. And again. And again. His screams were deafening as I pummelled every inch of his body with the torturous weapon. None of the other men dared interfere. Even my father had ceded power to me for the moment.

I threw the bloodied baton to the floor and swung towards Quinn, breathing heavily and hand outstretched. He slapped the other baton in my hand and I studied it for a moment. I had no doubt it was the source of the burns on Jake’s body.

I flicked the switch forward, the baton buzzed, and I switched it off again. Turning to Father, I held it out, but he shook his head.

“Revenge should be taken by you and your brother. This fucker harmed the one closest to you both while he dared to covet your territory.”

I held the baton to Quinn, who nodded his thanks at the opportunity to exact revenge. Taking the baton into his hand, he flicked the switch causing it to buzz loudly.

My brother stepped to Russo and held the baton to the end of his dick. I took great pleasure in watching his body jerk and dance as the electric current flowed through every muscle. The screams were deafening and he begged for mercy.

Was he going to get any?

Never.

It was clear from the state Jake was in that he’d offered him none.

Quinn moved the baton from his dick to his balls, and the arsehole’s entire body convulsed. His begging continued through a foaming mouth.

As Quinn continued his torture, Daly had his eyes fixed on mine, pleading with me. When I turned to Logan, he had a similar look in his eyes. Their turns would come, I was well aware of their love for Jake and the hatred they now had for Russo.

Russo was starting to blackout and I wanted his eyes open for the finale.

“Quinn.”

My brother stopped and I moved close to Russo. Holding one eyelid open and using a toothpick I’d found in a kitchen drawer, I fixed it in place by pushing the pick through the eyelid and into his skull. I then did the same with the other. He was gonna die seeing the contempt in our eyes.