Page 54 of Benedict’s Rejuvenation (Dark Patriots #5)

I held in my screams, but it was hard. A portion was a scream of pain and heartache for the women and God knows who else they’d hurt or killed.

The bigger portion was a scream of utter rage.

I wanted to make those fuckers in that room pay for what they did.

Their sins were unforgivable, but I wanted them to beg for forgiveness and to suffer the consequences.

They had me thinking of Vadzim, and taking my inner anger that still lived inside of me for him, and adding it to theirs.

It wasn’t right, but I didn’t doubt that these men had destroyed more people than he had.

Ben gripped my hand hard, squeezing it, making me realize I’d clenched around his. I gave him an apologetic glance, and then we let go. As silently as possible, we removed our guns. Wynne had been so arrogant that he hadn’t even thought to have us searched.

“Did you hear that?” Sloan shouted. It was the first word she’d spoken.

That was our cue. We marched confidently into the room. As we entered, our people removed their masks to reveal their faces. Abram, Hendrix, Roman, Wynne, Bjorn, Xandros, and Luan sported varying degrees of disbelief on their faces when they saw us. It quickly morphed into outrage.

“You told us you checked them out?” Abram hissed to Wynne.

“I did. My people thoroughly checked them out. They all are legit,” Joshua protested.

“Then they missed something. They’ve been setting you up. They work for whoever their boss is,” Roman spat out.

“True, Ben and I work for the same people that these five do. Our fiancées do not,” Beau admitted.

“And who the hell is it?” Luan asked.

“Well, that’s the other lie. It’s not one of your competitors, like you were led to believe,” Ben told them, smirking.

“They’re fucking law enforcement!” Bjorn shouted.

“No, wrong again. I mean, yeah, at times we work with them to help out. Just as we sometimes work for the US government. However, our employer is neither of them. I doubt you’ve heard of us, but we’re the Dark Patriots,” Heath answered.

“The Dark Patriots? Who the fuck is that?” Wynne asked.

“That would be my cue. I’m one of the founding members of the Dark Patriots, aka one of their bosses.

There are four of us. My three best friends and I, former Navy SEALs, formed the company after we left the Navy.

We saw enough people during our military days whom we couldn’t take down or ensure justice like we should’ve been able to.

There was always a stupid reason given for why.

Forming our company enables us to operate in the gray and even venture into the black if the situation warrants it.

And we even have Uncle Sam ordering it. It’s people like you who we love to make pay,” Undertaker snarled.

“You can arrest us, but not kill us. There’s no way that’s sanctioned,” Abram said.

Undertaker’s chuckle was dark and menacing. “Motherfucker, didn’t you hear what I said? We go to the dark side for certain shit. You’re the shit. There will be no prison, jury, or judge that you pay off to get out of being punished. Your trial, sentencing, and execution will be here tonight.”

All of them paled. Hell, I sorta knew Undertaker, and he had me wary. When people talked about the boogeyman coming for you in the dark, they meant Undertaker.

Undertaker turned his head to glance over at Ben. “You’re up.”

Ben was to take over the lead in this. He moved to stand before Wynne and the others.

“You heard what Undertaker said. Every word of it is gospel. We’re going to punish and kill you.

There’s only one thing you can do to lessen the agony you’re about to experience.

And the more forthcoming you are, the less we’ll bring misery down on your asses. ”

He left it there. Ben wanted one of them to ask the million-dollar question.

“What do you want us to do to lessen it?” Wynne finally asked.

“We want you to tell us where your secret dungeon is, how to get inside, and how your whole operation works. Start to finish. The more details we get, and they have to be actionable ones, the less you’ll writhe.”

The others with him cast him quelling looks, but none of them said anything. Their expressions made it clear they didn’t want him or anyone to give us details. That meant they thought their operations could continue without them. Ben let the silence stretch for two minutes before responding.

“I see that you prefer to do this the agonizing way. That’s cool.

We love to do it like that. Undertaker doubly loves it.

Hey, here’s a piece of trivia you probably don’t know, but if you do, we promise not to start with you.

Undertaker here spent five years of his life bringing down a motorcycle club.

Guess what his job was and which MC he was with? ”

Their puzzled faces told me they had no clue.

“Undertaker, why don’t you tell them?” Ben suggested.

“I went undercover for five years, letting my sister think I was dead. My friends did too, at first. It took me that long to gather what I needed to take the club apart from the inside. I was their enforcer, and I did my job so well that no one in that world wants to fuck with me. The Tres Loco MC is no more, across the world because of my work.”

I saw a flare of recognition in Bjorn’s eyes. Somehow, he knew the club. He gulped, and his eyes widened in alarm.

“Yes, my friend here still loves to get his hands dirty. We all don’t mind it, but he relishes it.

And let me tell you about the three women standing here.

Don’t think they’re weak spots that’ll stop us.

Sloan was a Marine, and she’s Undertaker’s old lady.

No mercy there. Keeley and Kensy were raised by a former special ops soldier who taught them survival.

And Kensy has been where those women you’re selling have been.

She killed her captor after torturing him to give us the information we needed to take down his operation.

Kensy, do you have anything to say?” I thought he was trying to stretch out their nerves to see if one would break.

I came closer and ran my eyes down the line. When I was done, I answered, “There will be screams, blood, gore, puke, piss, and shit. Those won’t stop us. I used a whip last time. I may have to bring it out again. I want in that dungeon. Whose gonna get me in it?” I said it softly.

The men stayed quiet. The arrival of Sloan had been a pleasant yet welcome surprise.

She, my sister, and I were able to confer together on a couple of things we hadn’t shared with our men.

I glanced at the two of them. Both Keeley and Sloan put their guns away and approached the men.

We took up positions in front of three of them. We’d have to work on the remaining two.

“Ladies, I believe I should repeat myself. They probably didn’t understand me,” I exclaimed.

And then, as if tied together, we all lunged toward the guys and grabbed their cocks and balls through their pants.

No, I didn’t want to touch a man there, other than Ben, but this wasn’t sexual.

It was about control and pain. Plus, there was cloth between my hand and Bjorn’s junk.

Keeley had Abram’s, and Sloan had Roman’s.

I tightened my grip until Bjorn was sucking in his breath between his teeth, and you could tell the way he panted for breath that it hurt like hell. Roman and Abram weren’t faring any better.

“Tell us where Wynne’s dungeon is. I want to see what’s in it,” I demanded.

“I-I-I don’t know anything about a dungeon,” he stuttered.

But even as he did, I saw the way his eyes shifted left.

He was lying. I increased the pressure. He cried out louder, and so did the other two.

I heard my sister ask the same thing of Abram.

It was a race to see who would break first and give us what we wanted.

I was dying to get into the dungeon to see if Aimée or someone else was in there.

God help Wynne if there was. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to maintain control.

As this evening wound up, I found myself fantasizing about hurting these men.

“I wouldn’t lie to her. She’s not as sweet as she looks,” my sister told him.

“Ask Josh, it’s his house. He’ll tell you if he has one,” Hendrix snapped.

“Oh, anxious to have your turn, are you? No problem, let’s do this. We’ll ask Wynne when we’re done questioning you guys first,” I told him.

“Why not ask him first?” Luan asked.

“Because you all deserve to hurt,” Sloan told him with a roll of her eyes, like he was stupid to ask, which he was.

Until then, Xandros had remained quiet. However, Sloan’s remark made him snort, and he muttered something under his breath that we couldn’t hear.

I let go of Bjorn’s junk. He groaned in half relief and half discomfort, and slumped forward.

They were sitting in their former seats with their hands and feet secured by zip ties.

I walked two chairs down to stand before Xandros.

He met my stare with one of his own. However, his stare shouted a challenge.

Xandros was infuriated by what was happening, and he hated being at the mercy of a woman in any capacity.

I leaned forward and stated, “You seem to have an opinion. Why not be a big boy and say it so we can hear it?” I asked with a hint of a taunt in my tone.

Xandros sneered. “I don’t have anything to say to a little girl thinking she and her bitch friends are my equal.

You’re acting tough only because we’re restrained, and you have these men standing by to fight for you physically.

Play with your dolls. Or better yet, take your true place at the feet of a man.

You’re here to do as men dictate. Women should have no freedoms, other than what her master allows her to have, under special supervision. ”