Page 72 of Ensnared By Silence
He had spilled blood before, both with his MC and with me, and to see him slip into that space in his mind where murderous rage lived was beautiful. He smiled through his well-trimmed beard and turned to the car. Stalking to the passenger’s side, he wrenched the door open with a loud squeak and yanked Jared from the car.
He slammed the door and stood the wobbly, drugged man to his feet, guiding him to the hood of the car. Jared lulled his head to the side, his eyes hazy as he asked with slurred speech, “Who are they?”
I stepped up as Skid positioned him with his back on the hood. Jared tried to lift himself off the hood, but the drugs were making him sluggish. Slipping, he crashed back with a laugh and reached down, gripping his hard dick through his jeans.
“Which one of you wants to suck my cock?” he chuckled and unzipped his pants, pulling his sad little dick out and stroking it with a sick moan. “Come on, man. I won’t tell anyone.”
“You’ll never tell anyone anything, ever again,” Skid replied, and Jared turned his head, showing no real understanding of how close to death he was standing.
“What’s that mean?” he asked, his dick still in his hand as he blinked, trying to clear his foggy brain.
“It means Tucker told us all about your little lab creations.”
“Tucker’s dead, man,” Jared cried and still, he kept stroking his dick. The drugs made him aware and horny, and to see him so pathetic was almost laughable.
“Don’t worry. You’ll see him soon,” Skid replied, grasped him by the shirt, and pulled him from the hood of the car.
Jared fought to stand, and James stepped up, silent and observing, to help Skid strip Jared of all his clothes. They tied a length of rope to each limb as Jared wobbled and swayed on his feet. A cool mist was coming off the river as the two men practically dragged him closer to the water. The closer we got, the louder the animals living on the Mississippi became, eager for a free meal.
“Stop. Please, don’t do this. I don’t even know what you’re talking about,” he cried and begged as James swept his feet out from under him and Jared crashed flat onto the hard, rocky ground.
I stood back and watched as James and Skid staked Jared out, spread-eagle on the ground. The smile on my face was full as I watched Skid grip Jared’s small dick in his gloved hand. James leaned over and whispered, “This is for Bree, my sister. I hope it hurts, and when you see that little fucker in hell, tell him his brother will see him soon.”
With that, Skid sliced into the length of his dick, splitting it in half, and Jared emitted a blood-curdling scream into the air. The roaring water covered his painful pleas, and we all walked back to the car as he shook and screamed, blood gushing from his useless appendage. I lowered the tailgate and the three of us sat down to watch the show.
James sparked a joint, and we passed it between us. An alligator slowly climbed out of the water, dragging his scaly belly across the damp mud as the smell of Jared’s blood filled the air. He glanced down his body as the alligator approached and he begged, “Please! Help me! I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry!”
The alligator walked between his spread legs and opened his enormous mouth, clamping down on what they left of Jared’s manhood, his row of sharp teeth piercing into his thigh and lower stomach. The gator shook his head, and a low, guttural croak came from it as more crawled from the water for the free meal.
The joint burned down as another gator bit into his head, forcing the final twitch to jerk through his body. Skid exhaled and stood from the tailgate to stretch his back. I looked at James to find him watching the gators tear Jared into chunks and drag him into the murky waters. His green eyes were filled with fire and he turned to me with a smile.
“That’s one way to get rid of a body,” he chuckled and stood from the tailgate.
We got into the truck, and Skid followed us in the beater to a junkyard near the river. Parking the car inside the gate, we left it for our associate to compact in the morning, and we silently drove back to the house.
When I found out from Tucker the entire idea was Wesley’s, I put my plan into motion. Knowing Jared and Tucker are butt-fucking each other in hell for eternity gave me some peace of mind.
Knowing when Wesley got to prison, thanks to all the information I gave to the federal prosecutors, he’ll be met by Smokey and Bullet, the former president and VP of the Death Hounds, fills me with glee.
I could have killed him.
I could have spilled his blood and watched the light dim from his eyes.
Knowing he wanted women to suffer, realizing he was a true monster walking the earth, I decided the best life for him was always looking over his shoulder, wondering which big, bad biker’s cock he was going to have to suck that night. I wanted him to fear closing his eyes, not knowing when or where the next violation would come from.
I can’t think of a better sentence than that for a rapist.
We packed up and drove through the night. I needed to get back to my lamb and DJ was just getting over a cold. My family, both those I’ve chosen and those who’ve chosen me, are everything valuable in my life. Without Elise, my life would be meaningless.
At five years old, I knew she needed a savior. At sixteen, I knew she was meant to be mine. I gave her the years she needed to grow into the amazing woman she is now, and when her demons came knocking, I was the one who rescued her. James and I rode up together as Skid left on his motorcycle and headed back to the Death Hounds clubhouse.
I silently let myself into my apartment and as I crept into the bedroom, I saw my wife, my everything, asleep on the bed. Quickly checking on DJ to find him sound asleep, I took a shower in the guest bathroom and walked naked into our bedroom. Slipping the ties from my closet, I made quick work of securing Elise to the bed and settled between her spread legs.
Keeping my eyes on her face, I lowered my head between her legs and licked her naked pussy, flattening my tongue and tasting her essence. She moaned and rocked her hips before she tried to reach down and grip my hair. Finding her arms tied to the bedpost, she sank back, and I felt her hips open more to me as I feasted on her.
Just before she reached her peak, I pulled away and blew a puff of air against her needy clit.
“Devlin, please,” she moaned, and I climbed up her body.
I leaned over and positioned the crown of my cock against her wet center and brushed a lock of hair from her sweaty face. Kissing her softly, I leaned over and asked, “Were you a good girl while I was gone?”
“Yes,” she whispered and looked up at me through her thick lashes.
Spearing into her, her pussy gripped my length, and I settled pelvis to pelvis with her. Her hands were clenched above her head and I smiled down at her, knowing she played with herself this afternoon in the shower. Rolling my hips against hers, she tried to rock but I gripped them firmly, holding her still as I whispered.
“Remember, lamb, I’m always watching.”
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