Maverick by Ashers, LeAnn (read dune TXT) 📕

sight of Michael in the center, the fucker who was stupid enough to think I was going to give up Bell, his buddies, and the old fucker who I believe is a higher member of their church.

“How are the girls?” Lane asks, walking over to me.

“Anna’s having a hard time. She’s confused as to what’s happening,” I confess to him.

It fucking killed me seeing her so scared. She clung to me like she was going to be ripped from my arms, never to see me again.

I can’t imagine how traumatizing it must have been to wake up in an already fucked up life, but that was her normal—to be taken and to be given away as a payment.

Michael’s eyes widen when he catches sight of me. I smirk, loving the scared look on his face.

“We haven’t touched him, but we did let him know what we have planned for him.”

In our club his sins are unforgivable.

First he abused Bell for years of her life. He did the worst of the worst to her and he took that little girl as payment.

Nothing can save these fuckers from this fate.

“I’ve decided since Bell lived with this fucker for twenty-five years of her life, I think twenty-five days of torture is needed.” I stop and step in front of him, gripping his face so hard I can feel his teeth.

“Twenty-five days is nothing to the hell you have caused her, you stupid, worthless fuck of a man.” I am sickened by the sight of him.

“This man married a fourteen-year-old girl. He hurt her every single day but one thing you never did was break her spirit. That is the first thing I’m going to break for you.”

I chuckle. “First you will go days without eating, because you starved her, remember?”

His fat face starts to shake. “You will be beaten, whipped every single day, but I have to make up for twenty-five years now,” I taunt him. “I will eat in front of you every single day as you are starving, like you did her. I will show you no mercy because you showed her none.”

I can feel the eyes of my brothers on me as I pace in front of him, my anger growing by the second. “I will pull every single tooth in your mouth, like you busted hers out.” I press my knife into his ribs, “I will break every bone in your body, I will cut a piece of your skin off every day, then at the end I will give you food. I will cut off your sorry excuse of a cock and burn you alive.”

I laugh, looking down at my feet where he has pissed himself. “But don’t worry. I will get creative with it as the days go by. I may even bring in Liam, the torture expert.”

He is really fucking shitting himself at this point.

I turn to the others. “Your job is to tell me everything you know about the cult—you will tell me everything. If you do not, I will make your life hell just like his. I will just put a bullet in your head and call it a day.”

The old fucker spits at me feet. “I will not bow down to Satan.”

I give him a wicked grin, my heart racing. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

The guys chuckle. I know they’re dying to get their hands on these fuckers as well.

The door opens and in walks Smiley, grinning ear to ear. “Am I late?”

I walk over and a grab a whip from the wall. “Nah, we’re just getting started.”

Michael starts screaming. “Scream all you want. I love hearing that.”

I look at the guy who exposed himself to Bell and he wanted a turn with Anna. “Don’t think I forgot about you. We all heard what you had planned for that little girl.” I wag my finger at him.

He turns his head to the side, puking onto the ground as the fear gets to him. Good, I want him to be fucking terrified.

“Rip his shirt off.” My eyes are still on Michael.

One of the prospects grabs a knife off the wall, cutting his shirt off and then taking off his pants right along with it.

I can tell he’s horrified being almost naked in front of us. I want to humiliate him. I want to fuck with him in every way.

Nothing will ever be enough. Nothing will come close to what he did to her. I saw that shit every day.

She thinks I didn’t notice it but I did, how she was scared to eat first, how she was scared to speak and the fucking panic attacks. She would get that shit over the smallest things.

The scars on her body from him hurting her.

The flinching if I touched her face.

I take the whip, flicking it, letting the sound fill the room. His face is so pale he looks like a ghost. The guys in the room are chuckling.

“Surprised you’re not using the cat o’ nine tails.” Smiley jokes.

I shrug. “Got to warm him up a little.”

I flick my wrist, hitting right in the center of his chest. He screams at the top of his lungs.

I laugh. “Don’t be a big baby. I’m not sure if he can make the twenty-five days, boys.”

I flick my wrist once again, hitting him in the cheek. “Oops, almost got your eye there.”

His eyes are showing his panic. “Oh, that would be fun. Imagine hearing me but not knowing what the fuck I was going to do to you next.”

I hear a splattering sound, then I see the piss pooling the floor from Michael. Disgusted, I turn away and look at the fucker who wanted Anna. “What’s your name?”

“Charles,” he answers.

“Charles, we don’t like pedos in this club. I think the guys are itching to get a hold of you.” I turn to my brothers, grinning. “Who wants the first honors?”

Lane steps forward, grabbing the steel knuckles off of the table. “I fucking do. If it’s the last thing I