Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3)

Severed Justice

Severed MC Book Three

by

K.T. Fisher

and

Ava Manello

Copyright
K.T. Fisher and Ava Manello
Severed Justice
© 2014, K.T. Fisher and Ava Manello

KBK Publishing

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This book is dedicated to the people who matter most to us in life, our girls.

Whilst we may write some dark, hot and gritty MC characters, at the heart of it we’re both mothers, and we’re immensely proud of our daughters.

So this book is for you
Ashleigh, Robyn and Kirsty.

Know that your mothers love you always

xxx

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The van is hot as hell. I’m watching the house across the street because I know he’s in there. The fucking dick!

I know for a fact he hasn’t left because I’ve been
sitting here all fucking day.  It’s finally dark, and any time now the little shit is going to leave the house. Then he’s mine. 

Cowboy’s with me, but he’s been quiet the whole time.  He’s still hurting over losing Cassie and I can’t blame him, it’s only been a few months.  Satan may be dead, but it doesn’t stop the guilt we all feel that we weren’t quick enough to save her, nor smart enough to work out what was going on under our own roof. 

I straighten up in my seat as I see the hallway light go out. I nudge Cowboy awake, motioning towards the house.  It’s time. 

I clench my fists as I watch Ted walk over to his car. The slimy piece of shit has been leading my sister on, no fucking way am I letting him off with that shit! My sister means everything to me. Ted is unlocking his car door, when my arm goes around his throat.  My approach as always is silent. Deadly. 

“What? Who? You can’t do this to me.” He starts to protest, struggling in my arms. 

“Shut the fuck up.  You’re going to walk over to that van, quiet as a mouse or I’ll start carving pieces of you off as we walk. Choice is yours.”  I whisper the words harshly in his ear.  As soon as he hears my voice he knows who I am.  What I am.  It’s enough to cause him to freeze in terror.  Cowboy groans in disgust. I tense as I realize what Ted’s done. Shit! The bloody coward’s gone and wet himself.  Not only is he a dick, he’s a fucking coward too. 

“Please don’t kill me.” He whimpers. Yep. He’s a fucking pussy all right.

If I were him, I’d put up a fight. Stand my ground and be a man! Not whimper and beg. Men like him make me sick.

“I’m not going to kill you Ted.” I reassure him. Although it is really fucking tempting.  “That would be far too quick and painless.”  Ted whimpers some more so I tighten my hold around his neck. God I’d love to snap it! “I told you to be fucking quiet.” I command. 

I practically have to drag Ted the few yards from his driveway to the van. Being careful not to let his piss stained trousers touch me.  Cowboy’s ready and waiting for me, the sliding door open.  He reaches into his back pocket, a move that causes Ted to start whimpering again.  What a fucking wimp.  What the fuck did my sister see in him? I’ll never understand it. 

Cowboy withdraws some black cable ties from his pocket and uses them to secure Ted’s wrists behind him. He moves to his ankles, doing the same. 

“For fuck’s sake Ted.” Cowboy complains. “You a little momma’s boy? You’ve gone and pissed yourself like one.” There’s disgust in Cowboy’s voice. 

He pushes Ted face first into the back of the van.  Ted is hampered by the ties but manages to crawl a little further in, allowing me to slide the door shut. Not that I’d care if I trapped anything anyway!  Cowboy jumps in the passenger seat next to me and I start the van. Moving slowly at first with the headlights off, until I hit the end of the street. The less any busybody neighbors see around here the better. 

I only drive for a few minutes before I hit the trail road I’m looking for.  This abandoned shack is perfect for what I have planned for this evening.  It’s far enough from the town that no one will hear Ted scream. And I intend to make him scream, a lot.

Cowboy and I came here earlier to set up.  Everything we need is inside.  Cowboy drags Ted from the rear of the van none too carefully.  Because of the ties on his ankles he can’t walk.  Thanks to wetting himself Cowboy refuses to throw him over his shoulder and carry him. Instead, he grabs him by the wrist ties and drags him along the rough dirt path.  That must hurt, but to be fair, considering what I have planned for him, that’s nothing. 

Ted’s eyes go wide when we enter the shack and he sees the chain hanging over the solid wooden beam.  Cowboy quickly secures him to it as I lean against the wall, listening to Ted’s whimpering. It’s really getting on my fucking nerves. Cowboy moves out of the way as soon as he’s done and I grin.  Ted’s hanging by his arms, his feet not quite able to touch the floor and take any of the weight.   

I slowly walk up to him.  When I’m standing so close that we’re practically nose to nose Ted’s breathing quickens.  I’m taller than he is.  It’s just something else in the long list of things I don’t like about him. 

I see the look of absolute fear in his eyes and it gets me hard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not fucking gay but hurting people that I hate, that deserve it, gets me worked up and Ted really deserves it for what he has done to my sister!  My reputation precedes me.  Ted may think he knows what’s coming tonight. Trust me, he hasn’t a clue.  What he imagines and what I have planned are poles apart. 

“You’re not going to die tonight Ted.” There’s a spark of hope in his eyes. A little hint of relief and I can’t allow that.  “You’re going to wish you were dead though. So much so, that you will beg me to kill you.” I turn my back on him and nod to Cowboy.  He’s standing by the door, no emotion in his face at all.  He knows what I’ve got planned and has no problem with it at all.  He passes me the knife and I take it, eager to start.  The blade glints in the moonlight and the light from the weak bulb dangling from the ceiling. 

Ted’s eyes show his alarm when he sees the blade.  He still hasn’t worked it out though. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he does. 

“Ted.” I walk back to stand in front of him, taunting him with the knife.  “You made a serious mistake when you chose to sleep around on my baby sister.” I inspect the blade of the knife, turning it slowly in my hand.  Ted watches the blade, mesmerized by it. 

“But!  I!“ Ted can’t seem to find the right words to protest. I quickly get sick of his babbling.

“Let’s save the bullshit
Ted.  You cheated on my baby sister and she told me all about it. Every little detail. Can you remember when you first met me Ted? I warned you that if you hurt her you’d answer to me.  No matter how fucking little! Well now you’ve fucked up! So guess what time it is Ted? It’s time to pay up.” 

I grin at him, my anger increasing. I detest cheaters.  My old man was a serial cheat. I watched as my mother fought against it for all those years. She lost all respect for herself, watching him continuously disrespect her in public.  It wore her down, changed the woman that she was.  I still believe she gave up on living, but she sure as hell never gave up on loving that worthless piece of shit.  All that love, wasted on my old man. I will not let my sister end up like our mother.

My old man was the first guy I killed and he sure as hell wasn’t the last. 

I turn my thoughts back to the current loser in front of me.  God I’m looking forward to this!

“You see Ted. There’s one thing above all others that I can’t stand in relationships and that’s cheating.  And you made the mistake of cheating on my sister, my family!” 

I flick the knife quickly and Ted squeals in terror as the button fastening his trousers is cut off.  The blade is razor sharp.  I’ve spent hours honing this blade, sharpening it to make it perfect.   

Another couple of flicks of the knife and his trousers are gone. Falling down his ankles revealing his underwear.  Cowboy grumbles in disgust at the sight of the stained tight white underpants. 

I could draw this out all night, but this guy isn’t worth it. I’m tired of him; he’s not putting up a fight. Making this boring for me. Pussy.  So I do what I came to do. 

I tear off the stained underwear and grab his limp dick in my hand.  God, that’s disgusting and he fucking stinks.  

I draw the blade closer to his skin, Ted’s screaming getting louder and louder. He tries to wriggle away by swinging his body but it’s no use because I have hold of him. I draw blood with the tip of the knife as I slice the tip of his limp dick. I begin to laugh as he cries. Fuck it! I decide to have at least a little fun and slice the whole tip of him off.

Easy! Just like cutting into a sausage. Ted screams the place down, hurting my ears as I cut off the rest of him, right to the end. Blood dripping everywhere. I step back admiring my artwork. I laugh as I look at a dickless Ted. What a fucking pussy. 

I hold the severed member in my hand, waving it in front of Ted’s face.  He hasn’t passed out yet which surprises me; I fully expected he would have from the shock. I’m quite grateful that he hasn’t, doesn’t change my opinion of him though. 

“Ted, quit with the fucking screaming and listen.  This isn’t Sons of Anarchy. You’re not going to die from blood loss, and I’m not going to bury you in an unmarked grave. That would be too fucking easy.  Instead, I’m going to dump you in the car park at the mall.  Then I’m going to dial 000 and tell them where to come find your sorry ass so they can stitch you back up, because you’re not going to die on me. No that would be way too easy.  If I’m feeling generous, I’ll tell you where I’m going to hide this tiny dick and maybe, they’ll find it in time to stitch it back on or you’ll be living life with nothing more than two belly buttons in your trousers.”  

Ted is still looking fucking terrified.  Can’t blame him really.

“Perhaps you’ll realize that sticking your dick in some cheap piece of cunt was a mistake.  You aren’t fucking worthy of my sister! Never understood what she saw in you anyway! I can guarantee that unless they found a way to graft on a fucking bionic dick, you ain’t ever going to fuck pussy again.” 

Cowboy walks over with a Tupperware box and I drop the shriveled member inside it in disgust.  He lowers Ted to the bloody tarpaulin on the floor and rolls him up in it, dragging the whole thing behind him to the van.  The whole time Ted is whimpering and crying.  At least he’s stopped fucking screaming. 

***

I slow the van down as we approach the mall car park, Cowboy opens the sliding door and kicks Ted out.  He then dials 000 on the burn phone we have with us, gives them a brief location and sit rep and tosses the phone out after him. 

No one hurts my family and gets away with it. 

I am Justice.