Page 6 of Scarred in Silence

I nod to him as he pushes himself off the wall and out of the cell. Ronan doesn’t move. He watches the blood as it pools on the floor beneath his limp body.

“I’m not done,” he says firmly as he flips the knife back and forth in his hand.

I smirk.

“Have at it,” I chuckle as he approaches the man’s body. The man is likely dead already, but Ronan likes to confirm it. He has a fascination with dismembering those he kills. He grabs the man’s hair and holds the blade flush with his hairline as he scalps the man. The knife cuts through the thin skin like butter, peeling off his thick skull.

He throws the flesh to the side as he gets a bone saw from the table. He turns on the oscillating machine, watching the blade spin around. The machine buzzes through the stale air around us. He starts at the base of the skull, grinding through the piece of shit’s thick bone. The saw grinds through, leaving blood splatter and bone fragments all over the room.

He kicks the head to the side like an empty beer can and spits on the body. He has no fear. No remorse. That’s why we hired him. He’s cold and calculated.

He moves onto the arms, sawing through the bone at the shoulder and elbows. He is methodical, like me; he always has a plan and sees it through.

The sound of the saw overpowers the music. Next, he repeats the process on the legs, sawing at the hip and knee.

The air feels dense, and I can see the calmness in his demeanor. If we didn’t hire him, I’m positive he would have been a serial killer.

He turns off the saw, running his bloody hand through his brown hair.

“You done now?”

He grins as he nods in my direction.

We turn towards the door, and I place a call to Dr. Marlowe to dispose of the body.

The phone rings.

“What’s up?” He greets.

“We have another one for ya. Ronan may have gone a little overboard.”

He chuckles.

“No problem. Be there in an hour.”

“Thanks.”

I end the call. If there is anyone I trust to get rid of a body, it’s him.

I run my fingers through my hair, trying to push the thoughts of my little Siren out of my head. She has been gone for three months, and I’m having a hard time staying away from her. I should have taken her when I had the chance.

She’s like a fucking magnet.

I head outside to my bike, strapping on my helmet. Lucky for me, I have a longer drive ahead of me. It’s how I clear my head these days.

I rev the engine and take off on the gravel drive, hoping to leave all of my thoughts behind me. Thoughts of what should have been, but they will never happen now.

She’s gone.

* * *

Fuck, I need a drink.

I stride into my house and close the solid wooden door behind me.

The house is located about two hours from the compound. I moved further south a month ago. I decided that I no longer needed to be as close to work. I dictate my own business now.

Ever since Astra pulled that idiotic stunt at Dante’s wedding, I’ve been irate. I can typically keep my calm facade, but she cracked it. She thinks she can just up and leave like that? I know I gave her an ultimatum, but she never actually had a choice. She’s always been loyal to me. She WILL always be loyal to me. No matter what I did to her, she always came crawling back. Like a fucking whore.