Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) (15 page)

Acid starts to chuckle next to me and I roll my eyes, this kid really does love this side of stuff a little too much. He’s going to end up being Chops’ protégé, I think.

Violet opens her eyes wide as Chops runs his hands from her ankles, moving them up her naked legs. “Your skin is so soft, Boss. I can’t wait to taste it.”

Sick fuck!
I shake my head. Poor girl furrows her brows in obvious confusion as I roll my eyes at him. She tries to flinch away, not saying anything. I think my hit with the crowbar must have hurt her voice box or something because surely this fiery pocket rocket would be telling him to fuck off if she could by now.

Chops’ hands run up past her knees, along her thighs, her body tenses as her eyes open wider in understanding.

“Oh, now-now, Boss. No need to be shy,” Chops chirps.

She wriggles as his hands move up her dress a little higher, her bottom lip trembles and I almost want to go in there and stop him from touching her, but we need this business. I need this to keep this club alive, so Chops has to do what he has to do to get her to retract the statement and sign Cupiditas over to us.

She really starts to move around in her seat, her face contorting with fear? Pain? Both? As Chops’ hand grazes higher and higher up her leg. He pulls her dress up over her hips flashing her pussy for all of us to see.
The dirty bitch isn’t wearing underwear.

“I’m going to enjoy this. I can smell that dirty cunt of yours.” Chops’ thumb grazes up her thigh and touches the crease leading to her clit. Her face contorts with utter rage, and I watch as she moves her mouth from side to side and then spits right in Chops’ ugly mush.

We all laugh a belly laugh, luckily he can’t hear us.

“Bitch has some fight still in her, hey Prez?” Acid asks.

I nod and smile. “Sure does, thank God, I’d be disappointed if she didn’t.”

Chops pulls back and wipes the spit from his mouth as he stands abruptly, his chest heaving with anger. He wouldn’t have liked that one little bit. I glance at Violet as she shuffles her hips making the dress fall back down covering her pussy.
She still has some dignity—good for her.

“Right, straight to the torture then, no play for you. Just so you know, I would’ve made you scream in pleasure, but now I’ll make you scream in agony instead, you little whore,” Chops hisses as he walks over to the bucket of water.

Chuckling to myself, I shake my head. Poor Chops, he never has any luck with the ladies. It’s probably those God-awful sideburns he insists on having.

Violet moans slightly gaining all of our attention, and Chops looks at her with a smirk. “Oh, it’s nice to know you’re getting your voice back, I wanna hear your gurgles when I drown you,” he says bringing the bucket into her view. He throws the sack over her head while she shakes her head from side to side, but he manages to place it over her face. Her voice doesn’t drown out this time as she lets out a scream and Chops smirks. “That’s it girlie. Let me know how scared of me you are. You’re giving me a boner with the fear I feel pulsating from you.”

He pulls on the string on the back of the sack and ties it to the top of the chair forcing her head backward. She yelps out in pain as her chest is heaving rapidly. I can just imagine how utterly terrified she’d be right now.

I feel for her. I do. But there’s no other way.

“Please make it quick,” Violet mumbles as Chops prepares the bucket.

“Oh sweetheart, I’m going to make this last as long as I can. I fucking love this shit.”

He really does, he’s a sick twisted fucker, and that’s why he makes the best torturer because he lives for this shit. He stops all his movements and makes it so the room is deadly silent. That in itself is a form of torture. For Violet having the sack on her head, not being able to see, not hearing anything and not knowing what’s coming, would be driving her crazy, but giving Chops a hard-on at the same time. He waits for a little while and then bends down picking up the jug, placing it in the bucket and scooping out some water. The noise would be terrifying to Violet. Her hands clench onto the seat showing me she is exactly that–terrified–and I take a deep breath for her. This won’t be pleasant.

Chops waits and she gasps loudly, and then he pours the liquid right onto her face through the sack. She struggles in the chair, shaking from side to side, as her head is locked in place and she coughs and splutters while the water goes down her throat and nose. She starts to choke and I tense, sitting up higher in my seat, my heart racing slightly.

“C’mon Chops, let her breath mate,” I whisper, and as if he hears me, which I know he can’t, he stops pouring the water. My body relaxes as she starts gasping for air through her coughs as her body is visibly shaking.

“How was that, Boss?”

She gasps for air and coughs slightly sucking in air. “You call that… torture,” she spits out through staggered breaths.

Chops laughs and pulls harder on the sack making her head pull back even further. Her chest is rising and falling so fast I’m not sure if she’s even pulling in any oxygen as Chops is playing the waiting game again. He’s messing with her anxiety, playing with her head. Making her think he’s coming in for another round, but he’ll wait until she thinks it’s all over and start again.

She takes a deep breath, and I watch as her chest stops moving. She’s a smart one, but Chops knows this move all too well. If you hold your breath so the water won’t go in, he’ll wait till you can’t hold your breath any longer and then, then he’ll strike. You can’t outwit a man who’s been torturing for thirty years, Violet darling.

I give her credit, she can hold her breath for a long time and Chops is chewing on his lip looking very impatient, but she’s wriggling slightly which means she’s close to breaking point. She gasps and takes in a big lungful of air and Chops pounces drowning her in another wave of water. Just as the jug empties he quickly fills it and splashes on more. There’s no room for her to catch a breath as she writhes in the chair from the lack of oxygen.

I stand up, my heart racing, as I watch Chops grinning like a mad fool.

He’s taking this too far.

Her body clenches tightly, every muscle contorts, and I shake my head.

“Fuck!”

My feet carry me quickly as he dumps another load of water on her. Racing into the torture room, I run up to Chops just as he’s about to throw over another load, and smash it out of his hands.

“What the fuck, you cock head. You’re going to kill her!” I yell.

He looks down at her. Her tense body from before now motionless and still. “Shit, sorry, I get carried away. I’m not used to torturing without the kill.”

“Well, fucking help me you prick!” I demand racing to her and undoing the strap on the sack and pulling it off her head. Her lips are blue, and her face is pale.

“Blade, do something,” I call out, and he rushes in, her head flops to the side.

Shaking my head, he steps up to her and starts pushing on her stomach. She convulses with his movements, but rivulets of water start to flow from her mouth. She suddenly coughs up large mouthfuls of water, and her eyes flicker slightly.

“Oh, thank fuck! Chops go get a torch,” I demand, and he goes off in search of one. She blinks a few times and Blade gently slaps her across the face to bringing her to, as Chops hands Blade the torch. He shines it in her eyes as she winces slightly from the light intrusion. She’s breathing, but she isn’t waking up.

“She might take a while to come to, Prez,” Blade says.

Nodding, I chew on my bottom lip and huff. “Okay watch her and call me when she starts to rouse.”

Walking out of the room, I run my hands through my hair. We’ve been here for little over half an hour already. I didn’t want to be here too long, and now Violet has passed out. Who knows how long we’ll be here for?

I pace around the back area drinking from a bottle of whiskey. Men are coming and going from the room. I can hear Violet gurgling and breathing heavy from the other room, so at least, I know she isn’t dead, just merely trying to stay alive.
Fucking Chops!
I’m fuming, and every minute that ticks by, I’m getting angrier and angrier.

Looking down at my watch, I notice I’ve been waiting for nearly two and a half hours.
She’s got to be awake soon, surely?

“She’s coming to, Mad Dog,” Blade calls out. So I rush back in, and Violet’s body clenches sitting up a little straighter, making me sigh in relief. She looks ahead, still fairly pale, as we all look at her watching to make sure she doesn’t pass out again.

“Jesus Boss, we thought we’d lost you there for a moment,” I tell her, walking up to her and taking her chin in my hand. “I thought you were a fighter?”

She takes in a deep breath.

“You went too hard on her, Chops,” I reprimand. Anger surging through me like a raging fire, so I clench my fist and thrust it forward into Chops’ guts. He hunches over and grabs at his stomach, and I can’t help it as a slight smile crosses my face.

“Now get out of here, before I kill you myself. You knew we needed her alive, you stupid fucking bastard,” I yell in my ever-present anger.

Chops glares at me, shaking his head, and storms out of the torture room. Turning back as I flare my nostrils, Violet rests her head against the back of the chair as she tries to concentrate on her breathing. It’s like she doesn’t care anymore and welcomes death. I guess losing Hudson really did mean something to her.

“You with us, Boss?” I grab her chin and force her to look at me.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she murmurs through gritted teeth, and I can’t suppress my impressed laugh.

“There’s that fighter we know,” I say and lean in gazing into her eyes to make sure she’s fully okay. But before I have time to register, she pulls her head back and smashes it forward, head butting me right in the eye socket. Pain sweeps through my temple as I close my eye. “Fucking hell,” I call out backing away from her and holding my hand to my now bleeding left eye.

Fucking little bitch. Here I was feeling sorry for her, and she fucking head butts me!

Shaking my head, I take a step toward her and lift my leg and side kick her right in the ribs. She screams out a gasp as the pain in her ribs takes hold.

“Do you want us to kill you, Boss? ‘Cause you’re heading the right way,” I scold.

“I have nothing to live for now, so yes, please kill me.”

Frowning, I cross my arms over my chest. She does want a way out. “Well, that takes the fun out of it. . But our plan was never to kill you… just to torture you until you give us what we want.”

“And what the fuck else do you want to take from me, hey? You’ve already taken the man I love, so tell me, big man, what else matters?”

Sighing, I slump my shoulders. “Sorry about the cop… he got in the way. It’s his own fault.”

“What the fuck do you want, Mad Dog? This isn’t only about turning around my statement is it?”

I smile and shake my head. “You’re a smart cookie, Boss.”

“So what do you want?”

“Cupiditas,” I state categorically. She opens her eyes wide in obvious shock and purses her lips.

“What?”

“You’re going to hand over Cupiditas to us, officially. You
will
sign all the paperwork saying that I am the new owner and that you have been bought out. Of course, there’ll be no money changing hands because technically you still owe us the second lot of money for the drugs. But we’re willing to let that all slide, and to let you go so you can live a normal life away from Cupiditas. We want the business and all its profits, all legal like. So you
will
hand it over to us, and you
will
retract your statement to the cops and tell them everything was a lie.”

She chuckles shaking her head. “No way! I worked too fucking hard to get that business, and I’m not going to hand it over to arseholes like you. My staff are too important to me to have them work for a fuckhead like you.”

I shake my head. “Well, maybe this will change your mind?” I say pulling out a long knife from my back pocket.

She swallows hard, sitting up taller in the chair. She’s trying to give off the
‘I’m not scared of you’
vibe, but it’s failing miserably because the terror in her eyes says it all. “Go your hardest,” she spits.

Laughing, I bring the knife’s tip to her left arm, running the blade slowly down her skin. “I’ll give you another chance, hand over Cupiditas,” I demand. She creases her lip and shakes her head.

Chuckling, I grin, and then push the tip of the blade into her arm, the thrust of the steel cutting into her flesh sends a shiver down my spine as she screams out from the discomfort.

“Oh, so you do have some feeling left in you then?” I ask with a lopsided smile.  “Ready to hand it over yet?”

She shakes her head. “Never.”

I chuckle again as I bring the knife up to her throat, holding the blade’s edge right along her jugular vein. “Do you know how quickly it takes for a person to bleed out when their throat is cut?”

“Why don’t you just do it and I’ll find out?”

She’s always so full of fucking witty comebacks, stupid smart mouthed bitch. I grunt and pull back thrusting the knife straight down into her thigh. Her muscles pull and retract against the blade as it sears through her flesh. She screams loudly in agony while I grin watching the blood ooze from her thigh. Blade hands me a whiskey bottle, and I badly want to take a swig, but Violet looks at me wide eyed as she pants hard in undeniable discomfort. A smirk crosses my face, as I decide on my next course of action. “You asked for this, Boss.” Pulling the blade from her thigh, I then tip the alcohol straight onto the open wound. Her piercing scream echoes through the room making me wince as she squirms in pain.

“Stop, please stop!” she yells out.

I smirk and lean in close to her, but not so close she can headbutt me again. “Give us Cupiditas, because if you don’t, we’re going to torture and kill every one of your whores. You say you have nothing to live for anymore, but do they?”

“You wouldn’t kill them all?” she asks, and I grin salaciously letting her know we, in fact, would. 

“Oh, sweet Violet, I would. And just for disbelieving me, I’ll kill their families too, and it will be
all
on you. I’ll start with Angel and go from there. Maybe I’ll drive up to Port Augusta and finish off what we started with Sheila, and take out her precious brother while we’re there. How would you like that?”

She shakes her head and starts to cry. I can see she’s weakening, so I pour some more whiskey on her wound causing her to scream once more.

God, this woman can scream.

“C’mon Boss, just say, yes. I’m getting bored,” I declare and force my closed fist down in the open wound on her thigh, her warm blood coating my knuckles as she cries out in agony once more.

“Yes, yes… okay. Yes, I’ll do it. Just don’t touch my employees,” she yells.

I pull my fist from her thigh, relieving the pressure, and she visibly relaxes.

“Good girl, Boss. You made the right choice,” I chirp as she cries.

“Right, everyone out,” I demand, and my brothers all turn walking out of the torture room leaving me with a broken Violet. “It’s a shame you’re a cop lover. We could’ve had a good thing, you and me Violet. You’re feisty and I like that, but being on the right side of the law doesn’t suit me well. Thank you for giving us Cupiditas, and for retracting your statement. I’ll let you rest for now and then we’ll take you home. You’ve been here long enough.”

“How long have I been here for? It feels like hours?” she murmurs.

“A little over three hours, Boss. Not long at all really,” I answer not meaning the not long part and then kiss her forehead. “Rest, we’ll get you out of here soon. Oh, and if you go to the cops before handing over the business, I’ll kill everyone and make you watch,” I tell her while leering at her, so she knows I’m deadly serious.

“Cupiditas is yours, Mad Dog, just take me home,” she whispers defeated.

“Yes, Boss!” I salute her. “I’ll get the van ready for your departure.” I grin, gently caressing her shoulder then turn and stroll out the door leaving it open. I turn to Acid, nod, and he flicks the switch sending gentle, soothing ocean sounds through the room to try and calm Violet down.

“Just relax Boss. This is to help you unwind,” Acid says over the speakers as I walk out the back toward the Crafter to where Chops is waiting.

Huffing, I stride up to him, and he tenses as he sees me.

“Mad Dog, look, I know I went overboard, but she’s okay. We got her to cave, and everything worked out. So we’re good, right?”

Exhaling and rolling my eyes, I nod and tilt my head. “Yeah, we’re good. Just fucking try not to kill us when we’re driving her back, okay? I’m gonna stay in the back of the cage with her, just to make sure she doesn’t drown on any remaining water that might be in her lungs. I want to watch her.”

He nods and chews on the side of his cheek. “Yeah, okay. The cage is ready to go so we can transport her whenever you want to leave.”

“Okay, I’ll go get her now. Get ready.”

“Righto boss.”

Turning, I walk back into the warehouse and up to the torture room where Blade and Acid are sitting on the other side of the window chatting.

“How’s she doing?” I ask.

“Out like a light,” Blade says, and I look into the room to see her passed out again.

Sighing, I wince and nod. “Hopefully, it’s from the pain and not ‘cause she’s inwardly drowning.”

“She should be okay, Prez. A heap of water came up when I was doing the compressions,” Blade states and I nod and click my tongue to the roof of my mouth.

“Right, well, let’s get her into the back of the cage.” We all walk into the torture room and Blade unties her. She moans slightly, and I lift her up cradling her into my body.

She slowly glances up at me and blinks repeatedly. “It’s okay, Boss, I’m taking you home,” I say to her honestly. Her eyes open wide, and it’s like panic rips through her. She sits up in my arms, and I grip hold of her tightly as Chops opens the back of the van and I walk her to it. She brings her hand up and slaps me across the face as I step inside. The sting resonating through my already tender eye socket.

“Fuck woman.” I throw her down on the floor, the thud of her small frame hitting the cold metal, makes me wince. She scrambles forward and screams in determination to get to me as she slaps at me repeatedly, each slap stinging more than the last.