Page 55 of Merciless Obsession (The Bloodline #2)

“The Bloodline was created and still running to get the justice the police and rest of the justice system fails at. It’s obvious there’s a reason this organization has been going on as long as it has and we’re going to find out why and take them and this threat out.

If there’s one thing in the world I hate more than the devil himself, it’s rapists and sickos that hurt children,” Nazai stated.

We all nodded in agreement. I had a code in my line of work; never defend people accused of rape or child abuse.

Even if the person was innocent, there was usually a valid reason why they were accused in the first place.

Tiffany was the first victim I’d seen up close and personal during a job.

The image of her battered, used, and afraid in that cage would forever be tattooed in my brain.

It pushed my drive to never give up and let abusers like Winston and his friends live.

After we finished talking, we went out back to The Barn.

In the middle of the floor was a large metal pole with a weighted bottom that River had brought in.

It was the same one someone would tie a dog to.

A steel leash was attached to the hook on it and at the end of it was Brad, Tiffany’s dad.

We located him at his apartment, passed out high in the living room.

Around his neck was an electric collar and the leash was attached to it.

He was leaning against the pole nodding off. His shoulders slouched forward and every so often a twitch shook him.

“Lucas.” Nazai nodded toward him.

Lucas moved to the table that stood in front of the wall of tools.

He grabbed the blue latex gloves, slid them on, then grabbed the small spray next to them.

Making his way to Brad, he kneeled and inserted the tip into each nostril.

He stood and stepped back. It took a couple seconds but Brad’s eyes bugged and he gasped.

His eyes bounced around and his head wildly shifted side to side.

“Where am I?” he asked. His voice sounded like he had smoked one too many packs of cigarettes.

Lucas turned and went to the table again, placing the Narcan down and picking up the controller. He pressed it then hit a button. Brad’s eyes grew large and his body jerked as he cried out in pain.

Walking toward him, I kicked his foot. “Brad, my man,” I taunted, grinning.

Going into my back pocket, I pulled out black leather gloves. “Who are you?” He went to his neck and tugged on the collar. “What the hell is this?” His body jerked again. “Wait, wait! Is this about money? I paid my debt!”

My eyes narrowed and my blood boiled. I turned toward the table and removed my coat, grabbing Wilma from the inside pocket before placing it on the table.

A grunt left Brad’s mouth. I turned and saw River had kicked him.

He was wearing thick boots and Brad’s head snapped back against the pole.

He grabbed his face and blood trickled from his lip.

“Please. I-I got money. It’s at home,” he begged.

Gripping Wilma tightly, I walked back to Brad, leaned down, and grabbed his wrist.

“What are you doing?” He tried to tug, but my grip was tighter. Lifting Wilma, I slammed the steel head down, crushing his hand.

“Oh, fuck!” he cried out.

I released his hand and he cradled it with his other hand. Tears pooled in the bottom of his lids.

“That pain you’re feeling right now is nothing compared to what your daughter felt from those men you sold her to,” I gritted.

He blinked quickly. “No, I-I didn’t. She went missing.”

“No, you sold her, you sick fuck!” Nazai came over and punched Brad. His head whipped to the side.

Brad shook his head. “I didn’t. I didn’t,” he cried.

“We found her Brad and she told us everything,” I revealed.

He blanched. “You-you found her?” Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

I slammed Wilma down on his thigh this time. Again he cried out in agony, reaching for his wound. His body jerked and the sound of the collar going off buzzed.

“It burns.” Snot dripped from his nose and tears from his eyes.

“How can you call yourself a father but so easily give your daughter up for drugs?”

“No. No,” he cried.

“And do you know she was chained up like a dog, just like you are right now. Only she was covered in cuts and bruises.”

Brad continued crying and blubbering. He begged and pleaded, even soiled his dingy jeans. “I’m sick, man. I can’t help it. I didn’t want to, but they were gonna kill me. Please!”

“So you sacrificed your kid?” River turned his nose up in disgust.

“I didn’t know what else to do. He said he would give her back once I paid him.” Brad sniffled.

“Who told you that, Brad?” Nazai asked glowering down at him.

Instead of answering, he cried. His body twitched. “He asked you a question,” Lucas said.

“Uh, I don’t know his real name but he’s called Rock.”

“His number’s in your phone?” Emmet asked, stepping up. He lifted the phone we found at Brad’s place.

“Yeah, man. Under Rock.” He coughed. “I told you his name. Can I go?”

My top lip curled. “You’re a pussy, you know that?”

“The number is either a burner or he dumped it because it’s disconnected,” Emmet said.

“What can you tell us about Rock?”

Brad shook his head. “He fronted me some drugs and I was robbed.” His words came out rushed. His eyes darted back and forth. By now his shirt was damp with sweat. The Barn was purposely hot to make him uncomfortable.

“You were robbed?” I cocked my head to the side.

His head bounced up and down. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Did you even care what happened to Tiffany?”

“I didn’t know.”

“You didn’t know? What the hell did you think grown men would do to a kid?”

He opened his mouth and closed it multiple times.

“This is useless. We got the name and that’s all that matters,” Nazai said.

Lucas stepped next to me. “Is it my turn then, brother?” he questioned.

“Have at it.” I stepped back.

A sadistic smile curled on Lucas’s face.

“Brad, did you know the adult male body holds roughly four and a half to five and a half liters of blood?” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a scalpel.

“They can lose roughly forty percent before their body starts to shut down and they’re in the danger zone. ”

Brad eyed Lucas cautiously. He tried to move, but the leash barely gave any range.

Kneeling, Lucas pressed the scalpel against Brad’s cheek and sliced down. He cried out.

For the next thirty minutes we stood there watching Lucas do his thing. I was the off one, but times like this made me think I wasn’t the only one. Lucas was fascinated with anything that had to do with the human body, even if it meant causing harm in different ways.

By the time he was done, Brad’s face was blotchy, tear and snot stained. Blood and tears covered the white shirt he wore. His breaths were staggered and a weird wheezing sound was coming from him.

“How you feel right now? That’s how your daughter felt every day she was with the men you sold her to.”

His head sagged forward, he moaned out in pain.

“I’m sorry,” he gurgled.

“Your sorry doesn’t fix the trauma you caused your daughter,” I said.

Lucas walked back over to him and this time he held a needle. He grabbed Brad’s arm and tied a blue band around it.

“What?” he struggled out.

“Since you love getting high so much, consider this a parting gift from us.”

Lucas located a vein and pushed the needle inside. Brad’s eyes dilated. The gurgling sound increased. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his breathing shallowed. Lucas stood and we watched as he began to seize and foam at the mouth.

It didn’t take long before his body went limp and the life drained from it.

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A smirk found its way onto my face as I looked through the telescope, a new addition for me to properly see my toy from my townhouse.

Ziora picked up her phone and read the text I just sent her.

Instead of going home from the farmhouse, I came to the townhouse and patiently waited until Ziora called it a night and made her way to the bedroom.

One corner of my mouth lifted higher when she peeked at the window then back at her phone.

I had sent her a picture of herself I had just taken.

Ziora’s eyes stayed locked on the phone a little longer before she set it down.

I wondered what she was about to do. Maybe she was still upset about not being invited to the meeting and didn’t want to play our game tonight.

Heavily, I pushed a puff of air from my nose when she began undressing.

She didn’t know where I was, but her eyes were locked on her bedroom window.

Ziora started with the sweater she had on, aimlessly tossing it to the side.

Her breasts sat high in the wine-colored, low-cut bra she wore.

It was lacy and showed her areolas, about the size of a half dollar coin and a few shades darker than her high yellow skin.

Next she wiggled out of her leggings. The thin material that hardly contained her lower lips matched her bra.

On her face were glasses, which I knew she wore to read and helped ease tension in her head when she was staring at her computer for too long.

She removed them and turned around, my teeth sank into my bottom lip seeing her ass cheeks on display and the dental floss thin material between them.

“Did you dress like that for me, Bumblebee?” I muttered, unzipping my slacks and gripping myself.

One thing I always appreciated about Ziora was her desire to wear sexy undergarments, even when she was at home.

Ziora picked her phone up and began tapping the screen.

A few seconds later my phone vibrated next to me.

Taking my eyes from the telescope, I picked it up and read the screen.

Bumblebee

Have you been a good boy today, Ezra?

The message was simple but made my skin buzz with excitement.

Me

I’m always a good boy, Bumblebee.

I looked back through the scope. A small grin ticked on her face as she responded.

You didn’t tell me about the meeting tonight. That’s not being a good boy. Why shouldn’t I close my blinds right now?

Because you enjoy me watching you, just as much as I enjoy watching.

Ziora read the screen and lifted her eyes to the window. Her tongue swiped over her lips.

Moving away from the scope, I grabbed my camera and brought it to my face. Adjusting my lens, I snapped a picture. Ziora reached for her bra strap and slowly pushed it down her arms. Her fingers brushed over her breasts and twiddled her nipples.

My heart slammed roughly inside me, my pulse raced through my veins like a racehorse, and my heart immersed itself in the pit of my stomach.

I snapped a few more pictures.

“I knew you enjoyed this. You truly are a masterpiece.” My dick hardened behind my briefs.

When Ziora went to go to her thong, I adjusted the settings a couple times on my camera before taking another photo, causing her to freeze. I smirked, taking another picture. Ziora’s eyes followed the flash I purposely turned on.

“What are you gonna do next?”

Ziora watched the direction the flash came from for a second before shoving her thong down and fully removing her bra.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

It was like each time I laid eyes on her she grew more captivating. An urge to touch her slammed into me. It tempted me to go across the street, but I refrained. Tonight we were playing. Our time would come again soon.

Ziora did a slow spin then moved around her room as if she didn’t know she was being watched. Setting my camera back down, I went back to the scope. Ziora collected her things for the bathroom. She got out of my view for a moment before reappearing with something in her hand.

I adjusted my lens to get a closer look.

A toy.

I inhaled deeply.

Ziora wasn’t playing fair. I knew what was about to happen in that bathroom and she was denying me from seeing it. Punishing me because she didn’t think I deserved to see her pleasure herself.

Swallowing thickly. I gripped my dick again, refusing to get off until I was inside of her again.

My phone lit up.

I’m going to have to cut this short, a bath is calling my name along with my little friend here. Hope you enjoyed the show. Goodnight, Ezra.

My eyes lifted and my mouth lifted in a sneer. Ziora could have tonight to herself, but once I had my hands on her again, I had no plans of letting her loose until she was crying out my name and cumming on my dick until her body begged for mercy.