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I hop back on and make a U-turn, racing off on my bike as fast as I can. I’m not sticking around. I just caught those three fuckers from the Skull and Serpent Society in the process of torturing someone, and I’m not about to be their next victim.
CHAPTER 20
Silas
“Who the fuck was that?!”I grind my teeth. “Max, go after that fucker while I finish the job.”
He frowns. “Wait, why me?”
“Have you done anything at all since you came here?” I grit. “No, so get to it.”
Max rolls his eyes, lowers his hoodie, and runs off.
I swing the machete around and let the man suffer in agony for a few more seconds, his blood dripping down from his lips onto the pavement. We roughed him up real good before we strung him up here on this wall and sliced him open piece by piece.
“You think he got the message?” Heath looks the body up and down.
“Probably …” I begin, “not.”
The fucker deserves nothing less for plucking kids off the streets and selling them. Heath got onto his track through his drug seller when he tried to offer some free drugs disguised as candy to unsuspecting kids.
Too bad for him, I don’t fucking play with that.
“P-Please, please, h-have mercy,” the man stammers.
“You didn’t have mercy on any of those kids you took from the streets,” Heath growls.
I caress his face with the machete. “How many did you sell? Five? Ten? A hundred?”
“More,” he replies, gulping the second I reach his temple.
I grin like a total psycho. “Was it worth all the money to lose your fucking life?”
I lift the machete.
“No, no, no, please!”
I hit him straight in the heart, cutting through him from sternum to pelvis until nothing but a sack of flesh is left of him. And man, does it feel good to kill him. It would’ve been far more fun if I could’ve toyed with him a little longer.
Finding a victim as deserving as him is a hard find.
Normally, I have to get by with punishing petty thieves or even those who merely looked at me the wrong way.
I swipe my machete clean on his shirt and take out all my knives. His body flops to the ground, and I give it a good kick to turn him over. I go to my knees and rummage inside his chest until I find his heart, and I rip it out, staring at it. Fucking gorgeous.
Max
I runaround the corner and spot a bike disappearing into the night. It goes left and right, and then left, but when I turn the corner, it’s gone. I look around and check all the ways the bike could’ve gone.
Ivy, please, let me find you. I need you to be safe.
I walk around the neighborhood, each of my steps reverberating between the many warehouses that line these streets. On the ground are skid marks that look fresh. I look up in the direction she went—a road to my right with several dumpsters behind each door leading into a warehouse. Behind one of them, the spokes and an inch of a wheel peek out.
Oh, Ivy. You shouldn’t have come here.
Grinding my teeth, I watch the feet disappear behind the dumpster.
If I bring her to Heath and Silas now, they’ll definitely mess her up too just for watching them kill. And I can’t let that happen.