Page 49 of Quinn

“Nat, what are you talking about?” Jake asked.

Tania slammed her hands on her hips and lifted her head to glare at Jake. “Oh don’t fuck with us, Jake. We grew up with mafia, we know what is done to enemies that are captured. I don’t know who you have, how many, or where, but make sure they suffer ten times worse than Arabella. It’s time you sent them to a fucking hell in a handbasket.”

Okay then. There was obviously no hiding anything from Connor’s fianceé.

“You tell my soon to be husband he’s to make them beg for death, then torture them some more, before he grants their wish.”

I grinned at the insistent woman. “You have an evil streak, Tania. I’m pleased to know you’re on our side.”

“Let’s go, Connor will be waiting.” Jake turned to Natalie. “We’ll be back soon.”

Her response? “Take as long as you like—the longer the better.”

Jake and I made sure we were clear of the house before we burst into laughter. We were still chuckling when we pushed the door to the shed open, stepped inside, and closed it behind us.

“Something funny, gentlemen?” Connor asked.

Jake slapped Connor’s shoulder. “We have each got ourselves an impressive woman, big brother. I think we should have invited Tania and Nat to join us, I’m sure they could be much more creative than we could imagine.”

“Hmm, my woman does have a rather creative streak but I’m sure Alex would prefer she sat out these sessions.”

“Indeed. I would prefer neither young lady was involved in our…shall we say…partying?”

Speaking of partying, I turned to find the three ‘guests’ naked, their wrists above their heads secured in handcuffs hanging from chains embedded in the roof. The chains had been adjusted so none of their feet reached the ground. Tchokai’s legs were spread wide and anchored in place with ropes tying his ankles to posts. Perfect for what I had planned. The other two swung in place.

“Start where you want, Quinn, it’s your woman who needs to be avenged,” Connor instructed.

I glanced back over my shoulder to where my brothers, Alex, Daly, Logan, Waigi, Mala, and Asagowi stood at the ready with various weapons gripped in their fists. Off to the side, the furnace glowed red hot around the perimeter. I stepped to where the doctor hung. The expression on her face was one of terror, as well it should have been. On the floor beneath her was a wet spot where she’d pissed herself in fear.

Turning to the line of men, I held out a hand. “Logan.”

Logan handed me a whip with a wooden handle and numerous narrow tails dressed with metallic spikes. I twirled the strips back and forth, the metallic spikes glistening every time they were touched on by the rays of the overhead light.

Stepping back, I raised my arm high behind me and brought the whip down with force to strike across her chest. She screamed out as the skin tore and blood burst from the wounds.

“Like my brother said—you knew the hell Arabella had been through at the hands of your sadistic brother and yet you forcibly took her to him at the hospital. YOU. FUCKING. KNEW!”

“I’m sorry.”

“No…” I shook my head. “…you’re not. You’re just sorry we caught you and you’re gonna be tortured to death.”

“Please, I did it because he’s my brother.”

I stepped up until my breath wafted over her face. “Your brother is a fucking murderer. A sadistic torturer of young girls. A kidnapper of babies. If you think we’ll show you mercy, or understand you did it because he’s your brother, then you are sadly mistaken. You are going to die here and it's going to be slow and painful. The men behind me are going to give you a small taste of what your brother has done to countless women.”

“No, please. I won’t ever do it again.”

“No, you won’t.”

I moved back and swung the whip to connect across her face. She screamed as the skin ripped away.

“I’m done with her. Take your turns gentlemen.”

I trusted the men would drag out her torture until she begged for death. I was more interested in the two men. As I moved to Mindare, wanting Tchokai to witness some of what he would also suffer, I noted the burning red poker in Asagowi’s hand, knowing exactly where that was going to be a few minutes later. The bitch was gonna scream like a banshee.

Reaching my hand back, a thick pipe was slapped into the palm. Fear was evident in the prick’s eyes as I whacked the pipe against my palm and paced back and forth. I pictured Arabella’s badly bruised ribs and anger welled like lava in a volcano wanting to be freed. Spinning around, I cracked the pipe across the man’s ribs and heard the loud, satisfying crunch as they broke.

“I saw what you did to Arabella. It seems only fair you should feel the same pain…or worse.”