Page 77 of Beneath the Blue Moon

***Ethan***

I can’t see straight. Rage seeps from my pores like sweat

after a hundred-mile sprint. My knuckles crack as I continuously make fists and

release. I’m trying to decide whether I should put him out of his misery or

make him suffer.

“What do you think I should do with you?” I ask.

“L-let me go?”

“Let you go? Oh, I’ll let you go. Just haven’t decided in

how many pieces yet.”

The fucker swallows hard, and his eyes dart around the room

at the men here—my brothers, Charlie, Brick, Sam, and Brad. Sam and Brad are

Casey’s detail. They’re the ones who brought me the piece of shit who attacked

my baby.

“I swear, I was just following orders.”

“Oh, trust me; your boss will be in that chair real

soon.” I grab my Louisville Slugger, twirl it with a flick of my wrist, and then

point it to Sam. “You said it was her ankle. Left or right?”

“Right.”

I turn back to the man in the chair and swing at his right

ankle. He howls in agony as the bone shatters. The force of the contact splits

the bat down the middle, and I toss the pieces aside.

“Stand him up.”

Charlie and Brick rush forward, release his bonds, and drag

him into a standing position.

“If Stone wants to get dirty, then we’ll get dirty.”

I let loose on the fucker, turning him into my punching bag.

By the time I step away from him, he’s a broken, bloody mess. They let him fall

to the floor, and I kneel on his back, snapping his spine. Michael hands me a

towel to wipe the blood from my hands. With a smirk on my lips, I turn to face

the men.

“It’s time to kill some wolves, boys.”