Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Lake, B. (rosie project txt) 📕

two more trips there was just enough firewood for me to do what I needed to do. I grab the rope and cut off equal lengths in front of each of the five of them.

"That is my fucking cue to leave." Jag says.

"I'll let Archer know that you three are out here working." Yang says and follows Jag out.

Ink and Roth stand there waiting for instructions. I don't know what kind of fucked up teacher instincts I have, but part of me is excited to show them this.

"Come, grab the rope and do exactly what I’m doing. It needs to be right, or they will fall sooner than I want." I order them both. Ink comes to one side of me and Roth to the other.

I take my time at the distress of the five remaining prisoners and show the two of them how to hog tie the prisoners in the traditional way with a few additional lashings of rope around the shoulder cuffs to disperse weight. Of course, the prisoners fought, but by the time we completely had their hands and feet tied behind their backs they were unable to move. We did that for all of the prisoners before we spread them out under the trees with the thickest branches. I throw some more rope over the branches. One branch for each of the five of them. I show them how to tie a load bearing double column knot that attaches on their arms and another on their legs. I hook more rope through the ties and hoist them up off the ground. When I turn to look at my students. They are both doing the same as me. "Looks like we are having roast for dinner." Ink smirks at the man hanging over his head. The man tries to swing his body, but it does nothing except pulls his arms back more.

"When is the next time this Yemen will be in the states?" I ask when all of them are hanging in the appropriate positions.

"How the fuck are we supposed to know, does it look like I have his fucking calendar?" One of the men who was at the house when they’d beat Keeley speaks up out of breath. He has a long scar going across his nose and a unibrow that looked like it would need a weed wacker to tame it.

"You may want to watch your mouth. You're not in the best position to be talking to me like that." I keep my cool and just as I'm about to walk away he says.

"You know who has a beautiful mouth? That woman of yours. When I had her tied to the bed, squirming and screaming like a bitch in heat it was all I could focus on."

Darkness clouds the sides of my vision as I realize that he is saying he is the reason my world is fighting for her life in the hospital. "Ink lower him down a bit." My voice is low, but he must hear me, since I feel wind pass by and the man begins to lower inch by inch. I put my hand up to stop him when the man is about chest level—the perfect spot.

I don't even watch as Ink makes his way back to where he was standing before. All I can focus on is this man in front of me. What if he was the same fuck who took my sister and gave her to supremacist masters. I want to kill him for Keeley, and kill them all for Lyrica and Simone. They all needed to die for what they did to my family.

"Roth, take a photo of all of them. Identification purposes." A second later a flash to the side draws my attention. He's taking photos with his phone.

"Ok, it's done." I think I hear him say. I hope he did, because I don't hold back. I pick up the heavy bat that Tex had made for me with the barbed wire wrapped around the barrel of it and I swing for the fucking fences. I connect with every soft piece of his body I can. The force of my hits has him swinging back and forth like a pendulum. My own personal fucking pinata. The barbed wire hooks onto flesh and rips it off when I pull the bat back to set up again. I get to his face and swing repeatedly until his nose is completely indented into his face and I can no longer see his eyes. The bones in his face are so crushed and misshapen that he could be a completely different person and I would never know. When the blood pouring from his body is enough to fill a small bucket, I calmly walk to the tree and lift him back up so that he is over head again.

"Now that he has learned some manners, I'll ask you all again. When is Yemen coming back to the states?" Two of the four remaining prisoners, the only woman and another man squeal immediately. Telling me everything that they know. I'm hoping Roth and Ink are paying attention, because I feel like they are talking gibberish right now. I can't take my eyes off the man that no longer has a face. The one that had hurt my woman.

After about ten minutes they had no more left to say. I turn to Roth and Ink. "You got all that?"

"Yeah, fuck man. I got it." Ink rubs a hand down his face. Whatever they’d said is enough to surprise him. I would have to get a play by play later.

"Roth, cut those two down."

"Wait a minute. What the hell do you mean cut them down. What about us? What do you want to know? I can tell you other things." The man that had my baby in a duffle bag says.

"No, you had your chance."

Roth cuts down the two that were forthcoming about the information that they knew to the