Chapter 163
Chapter 163
163. Tyson
My demon snarls in anger. Rage runs through my veins and I want to kill that f u c ki n g d o u c h e b a
g for touching my woman. I might hate that bitc h with à passion and want to make her suffer until she
takes her last breath, but I won’t let someone who isn’t my blood-brother touch her. Jasper and I bought
her and she is my f u c k i n g property.
I go directly to the shed, knowing I will find Ansel and Rueben there. We’ve used my pets to make
Dukes talk more
than once.
The f u k e r is tied to the same chair that not long ago I had that bitc h sit while l’tortured her. She took
it pretty well, not saying a word about what she knows about Carlos, but I bet I can make him talk by
the end of the day.
Rueben and Ansel are preparing the torture kit. I remove my coat and go straight to the Duke, grab the
collar of his t- shirt and punch him in the face. And I keep punching him until blood covers my knuckles-
some mine, some his.
“Touch my bitc h again and I will f u c k i n g kill you!” I snarl in his face.
He spits blood and a tooth or two on the floor. Looking at me with a grin on his stupi d face, he says, “I
did touch her. Not only me but the rest of my buddies as well. Her y is not the best out there, but she
absolutely hates being f u c k e d in the as s. You should hear how she cries. I bet it would turn you
hard. At least she knows how to suck a coc k.”
In all the years I had my demon, I never felt him more enraged than now.
I punch the Duke again and the chair falls back, his head hitting the cement floor hard. A grunt leaves
him. I hope his head cracked open.
“You are going to kill him before we can find out answers,” Ansel warns me.
I run my fingers through my hair before I take out a cigar and light it. It always calms my nerves when I
smoke.
Rueben lifts up the chair. The Duke is alive, but the smug smile he had before is gone. Blood is coming
out of his
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“Are you alright?” I ask, noticing the wound on his arm.
Rueben takes a moment before replying, making me worried. “If not for the Diseased Cun t, I could
have been shot in
the chest.”
“I was aiming for your head,” the Duke rectifies. “But that stupi d bitc h had to get in the way.”
Ansel doesn’t seem fazed by what Rueben said, but I need some whiskey to clear my head. The bitc h
saved Rueben’s life? Is this some trick on her part to make us believe she isn’t the f u c k i n g snake I
know she is? Or was it some pathetic attempt to gain some sympathy from Rueben and make him
change his mind about killing her? If that is to happen, I will personally chop her to pieces and feed her
to my pets!
“It must be a mistake,” I try to make sense of what Rueben said. “The bitc h surely hates you and me
after what we did to her. Why would she save your life?”
Rueben doesn’t have a reply because he knows I am right.
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Ansel snorts. “You know nothing about her. I thought I heard two shots,” he says to Rueben.
“The first one caught me off guard. Diseased Cun t tried to take the Duke’s gun and during the struggle,
the bullet grazed my arm. The second one went into the ceiling,” Rueben explains.
If the bitc h wanted to take the Duke’s gun, it was so she would be the one to kill Rueben. I know
exactly the type of person she is and nothing will ever make me change my mind about her.
Turning his attention to the Duke, Ansel asks, “So tell me, Roy, what did Olivia hide from Jason?”
So the f u c k e r is called Roy.
The bitc h is hiding something from Jason? Probably porn books since that’s all she seems to read.
Rueben and I used to make fun of her when we learned what she liked to read. She went from reading
to putting into practice everything she learned from her books.
Another grin appears on Roy’s face. “You Lords think you are high and mighty, but you know nothing.
And I ain’t telling you shit.”
I finish smoking my cigar, put it out on Roy’s face and take out the knife Reyes gave me. The handle
was modified so that venom and other substances could be added to it. I already fill it with some shit
Reyes is developing when he is not out there killing Dukes. I tried it on myself so I would know how bad
the green liquid Reyes gave me hurt. It is safe to say I will never inject any stuff Reyes gives me. It hurt
for days. Reyes explained he got inspired by some ants from the Amazon. “We shall see about that,” I
say and cut open Roy’s t-shirt. The tattoo of a sword in flames is on his chest, letting me know he is a
Warrior, a mercenary like me, but his training is severely lacking since he was caught so easily. I slash
his tattoo, making sure a lot of liquid enters his body, wanting him to suffer, to scream in pain and beg
for mercy. It takes only seconds for sweat to appear on his forehead. “Speak,” I say.
Despite the obvious pain he is in, Roy keeps a stupid grin on his face. “Like I said, I ain’t telling you
shit. But the only thing I am willing to share is Spencer’s whereabouts. Do let Olivia know, one secret
for another. She tells me what 1 want to know and I will tell her what Jason won’t.”
“Spencer? Who the hell is Spencer?” Rueben asks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Roy taunts us.
I drive my knife right into Roy’s right thigh, making him scream like a bitc h. “Talk.”
“I already said too much.” Roy is stubborn, I give him that.
I take out two of my emperor scorpions and put them on his shoulders. “You are going to die, but how,
is up to you. can make it quick and easy or excruciatingly painful.”
More sweat appears on Roy, a grimace of agony on his face. “You think I am afraid of dying? The clock
is ticking.”
“Yeah, for you, Ansel snorts.
1 agitate the scorpions and they sting Ray in the shoulders and neck. When he screams, Ansel gladly
punches him in the mouth.
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“Who is Spencer, and what does he have to do with that bitc h?” I snarl