Deviance (The Chicago Defiance MC Series Book 3) Page 24

  I scoff. “I’ll be fine.”

  I don’t miss Sensei’s hard eyes on me, along with my brothers. “Maybe you should…” he pauses, his eyebrow raised, “… sit this session out, Trax?” Sensei questions.

  My brows crease together. “You’re fucking kidding, right? You’ve trained me. I’m ready for this. I’m not sitting the fuck out? I’m the one wielding the weapons on this, Sensei.”

  The room shifts in uncomfortable silence, and Sensei exhales. “Only if I’m by your side.”

  My lopsided smile adorns my face. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Torque looks to the room as everyone is quiet taking this all in. “Right, Chains and Sensei will bring Jason in for questioning, and the rest of the club will keep Sparx distracted. Does everyone understand?”

  A resounding, “Aye,” fills the room.

  I relax further into my seat knowing everyone is onboard.

  “Okay, remember, not a word of this to Sparx. Disperse,” Torque calls out.

  Everyone stands up as I take a breath tipping my chin to my blood brother. Right now, I want to go find Sparx, make sure she’s doing okay, and that she isn’t suspicious of anything. So I make my way out of the chapel and back to our room. I walk in to see her busy working on her laptop. My chest warms liking that she seems back to her old self, pre-morning sickness, as she sips on some ginger tea.

  “Hey, Sparx, how you feeling?” I ask.

  “Okay. Much better. So that’s good.”

  Walking over to her, my hands move in to massage her shoulders. She sinks into my touch with a moan as a flicker of excitement rumbles in my stomach. But not from her delight. Soon Jason will be here, and soon he won’t know what hit him.

  Leaning down, I plant a kiss on her head as she leans back against me, and I inhale the fruity smell of her hair. I’m doing this for her. Everything is for her and our babies.

  And Jason is going to pay the ultimate price.

  As I pace back and forth in the chamber, another drip of water drops into the small puddle on the floor with a plop. The echo sounding through the dank room doing nothing to quench my excitement. Ideas run through my mind, different methods of pulling information from Jason, of watching him squirm. The thought he was watching us in that damn baby shop makes my skin crawl. The fact he’s working for Everett only makes this easier.

  The fucker’s going down.

  The cold, heavy door slowly creeks open, and my heart leaps into my throat. I spin around in anticipation, but Torque steps down the steps and inside closing the door behind him. I slump my body and turn back to my pacing.

  He lets out an audible chuckle as he stomps over to me slapping me on the back, but I shrug him off. “Sheesh, you’re so fuckin’ tense, brother.”

  I face him with a stern glare. “Really? You’re gonna say that shit to me right now?”

  He jolts his hands up in surrender. “Okay. I get it… try to keep your cool in here. We need information from this guy. Remember that.”

  My face scrunches. I turn to pace for the third time. “I’m not a dickhead, Torque. I know what we need, but don’t think I’m not going to make this fucker hurt.”

  He sighs. “Yeah, right. I know if this were someone who was fuckin’ around with Foxy, I’d be as worked up as you are, but Trax… information first, you got me? We don’t wanna damn repeat of last time and get nothing.”

  I look at him exhaling. “I got you.”

  The door pulls back again, and I spin so fast I almost fall over. Torque grabs my shoulders steadying me as we look to see Sensei and Chains stepping in with Jason. My stomach flips as fucking butterflies flutter in my stomach like a fucking school girl. I’m that excited. Seeing him stumbling into the room, his bare feet tripping on the stone floor, his head covered in a sack, his hands bound. Fuck, I almost have a hard-on.

  I’m sick.

  I’m twisted

  And I fucking love it.

  Oh fuck! Instantly Sensei’s teachings rip through my brain. The realization that my demon is rearing his ugly head is seeping into my pores. I need to rein myself in, I need to breathe, I need to pull myself together.

  Sensei gazes at me, his eyes assessing me as he ushers Jason to the silver chair watching my breathing techniques. I’ve already pulled out the plastic wrap underneath. It’s normally Sensei’s job, but I thought I’d help a brother out. Chains slams Jason down onto the silver chair, and he whimpers, beginning to struggle as Chains holds him in the seat, and Sensei goes about strapping him in. Jason’s murmurs are obviously muffled. I think he’s gagged under his hood.

  I stand back. Waiting my turn. Anxiety seeping through my pores. I need to get to him. I need the information. It’s killing me. But finally, Sensei and Chains pull back from Jason. He’s all settled in the silver chair, and I take a breath.

  What a sight.

  A slow grin appears on my face as I take a deep centering breath.

  “Take off the sack,” I demand.

  TRAX

  Chains leans in pulling off Jason’s head sack with force. So much so that his head flops forward forcefully making him whimper like a pussy. I smirk as his head slowly shifts upward, his eyes focusing in on the four burly bikers before him. His eyes shift from each one slowly finally landing on me, then they open wide like he realizes he’s in deep shit.

  “Oh, so you recognize me, do you, Jason?” I ask, and his eyes bug out of his head. The fear is oozing out of his pores so much so you can practically taste it in the air. It breathes life into me, it fuels me, it’s driving me further. It’s making me hungrier, feeding my appetite to hurt him, to bring him pain so unimaginable only the devil himself knows how to cause it.

  But then I take a deep centering breath and remain calm. Sensei yanks down the gag making Jason lick his lips, jostling his tongue around his mouth to wet it from being silenced. He gnaws on his bottom lip, his eyes shifting from me to around the room taking it all in. His body slumps, and he exhales. “Wh-Where am I?”

  I crack my knuckles. “Hell.”

  His head snaps back to me, his eyes alight with intense fear. “What do you want from me?”

  I step forward, all eyes in the room on me, but it doesn’t make me nervous, it doesn’t make me tense, I thrive on it. I know this is my show tonight, and Jason’s the one along for the unwilling ride.

  “The truth.”

  He tilts his head. “About?”

  “Why you were in that baby emporium.”

  He glances to Sensei who’s standing right beside me, then back to me as if he’s trying to think of his next words carefully. “I was buying baby clothes for my sister’s baby shower.”

  I rest my hand on his knee, making him tense up completely. “Wrong… you don’t have a sister. Want to try that again?”

  His breathing comes in hard and heavy as he glances at Torque and Chains. I reach up grabbing his chin hard. My fingers digging into his skin making him whimper as I force him to look at me. “Don’t look at them, they won’t help you. Now tell me, why were you there? Was it because of Everett?”

  His eyes widen. He shifts up the seat like he’s backing away, but he’s not getting very far. “Fuck. H-How did you find me?”

  I forcibly let go of his chin making his head fly to the side. “We’re the ones asking the damn questions. Now, I’ll give you one last chance, tell me why you were in the baby emporium or things are gonna start to get messy in here.”

  He turns to Sensei, a pleading look in his eyes, and Sensei lets out a small chuckle. “Don’t look at me with your pleading eyes. This is normally my job. Any other time, I would be the one punishing you, so don’t think for a moment I’m going to help you out of this. Just tell him the information and maybe… he’ll go easy on you.”

  I turn to Sensei with a gesture of thanks. He slaps my shoulder in return. Jason sits, eyes wide like he knows he’s completely screwed but turns his nose up in defiance. I chuckle with a shrug while walking over to Sensei’s cup
board in the corner of the room. It’s full of Japanese torture weapons, but I want to go more old school. So, I search until I find something I like.

  Pulling out a Louisville Slugger, one custom made with the Chicago Defiance logo on it, I chuckle throwing it over my shoulder as I saunter back to the middle of the room. Sensei raises his brow as I drop the tip of the bat to land on my boot. Jason stares at it in confusion.

  “So, slugger… feel like talking yet?” I ask.

  “I told you, I was there for my sister’s—”

  I pick the bat up without hesitation and swing as hard as I can, full force onto his kneecaps. The sound of his bones cracking and disintegrating beneath the bat’s blow echoes through the room along with his almighty wail. My chest puffs out as I smile wide, his eyes roll into the back of his head in agony. His knees collapsing, his legs dangling like they’re not really being held together by anything now but jelly.

  It’s a beautiful sight to behold.

  Sensei’s arm reaches out, his hand places on my shoulder, and I take a breath. I need to calm it down. Remember what he told me. If I enjoy this too much, enjoy the kill too much, it could take over.

  I have a family now.

  I need to rein myself in.

  Turning to look at Sensei, his concerned eyes tell me everything I already know. I’m losing myself in this.

  I clear my throat looking back at Jason. He’s panting, still conscious, so I step up to him, grabbing his hair, forcing him to look at me. “Tell me why you were there, Jason. No fucking about.”

  He sniffs, I think I even see his eyes watering. “Everett sent me to find her. He thought Crest might have sent her to a brother club. I was scoping out all of the clubs. Yours was on the list. So I was following people in and out of the club to see where they were going to get a lead. Then I saw you guys going in the baby emporium. I noticed it was Mylee from the photographs Everett had supplied, so I had to get proof.”

  My stomach churns. “What do you mean proof?”

  He takes a couple of steadying breaths. “Proof of where she is.”

  Standing up, I begin to pace as my stomach churns. The thought of Everett knowing Sparx’s whereabouts frightens the shit out of me. I’m not scared to admit it because I have no idea what the guy’s capable of. All I know is my woman is pregnant, and some nut job wants to come after her.

  “Where is he?” I yell turning back to face Jason.

  He shakes his head adamantly. “I don’t think you understand, Malcolm has so much money he’ll pay way more to keep me quiet than what you guys can dish out in torture to make me talk.”

  I jolt my head back wondering why he said Malcolm, Everett’s father’s name, instead of Everett. But I put it down to a simple mistake while the guy’s shitting his pants.

  “I do like a challenge,” I reply as I walk back to the cupboard to look for the one thing I have in mind. I grab the small tool and stroll back over to him with purpose and poise.

  Dropping to my knees, in line with his broken ones, I smirk at him. He glances down at me. Pain evident on his face as I raise my hand to show him a pair of pliers. His eyes widen, and I shrug.

  “You don’t look like you take very good care of your nails. You’re a biter I see. Well, I guess you won’t be needing them.” I move in with the pliers to his pointer finger with one hand and with my other I hold his finger down as he struggles against me. I position the pliers under the tiny bit of nail I can get under, and I wriggle from side to side. It pulls and squelches as he screams out in pain, the screech echoing against the thick concrete walls. Blood pools at the site and drips from his finger as Sensei bends down beside me to obviously see how I’m coping. Seeing the blood, something inside of me, the animal, the demon is loving this. But I’m keeping Sparx and my babies in the forefront of my mind right now.

  I need to keep focused.

  I can’t lose control.

  “Fuck, how can you do this to people?” Jason screams out.

  My head jolts up, and I scoff. “How can I do this to people? How can you stalk someone, giving away their whereabouts to a crazy motherfucker putting her life in danger? How can you do that, you son of a bitch?” I stand up dropping the pliers, anger burning red hot through me as my hand balls into a fist, and I thrust it forward right into his nose, the snap of his bone cracks through the air as his head smacks back into the silver chair, blood squirting all over my shirt. I land another punch in his face, then another, my breathing rapid, I’m losing myself as I land another punch but my arm is quickly restrained, and I’m pulled back hastily by my brother and Chains while my anger surges through me, and I fight them to get back to Jason.

  Sensei appears in my line of sight. His eyes look at me while he takes a deep breath. “Don’t let the anger rule you, brother. Take a breath, in… and out.”

  My frustration begins to wane looking at Sensei’s calmed state, and I exhale long then inhale deep.

  “Good, brother. Maybe I should take it from here?” Sensei asks, and I pull myself from Chains and Torque’s hold.

  “I’m good… I’m good.” Cracking my neck to the side, we all turn to look at Jason. His head is to the side, blood pissing down his face from his nose and mouth. I look to the floor, several teeth lay on the plastic sheeting surrounded by his blood.

  Sensei steps to the side letting me back to Jason. He looks like shit as his eyes focus in on me, though he appears like he’s only half awake. He spits out a line of blood as his head moves up to look me in the eyes. “Feel better?” he murmurs.

  I scoff out a laugh. “Yeah, actually… I do. So, you want to tell us where Everett is, or this is only gonna get worse for you?”

  He rolls his eyes. The fucker has the nerve to actually roll his eyes, making my anger spike again. “You think, after all this, I don’t know where I’ll end up.”

  “You tell us what we want to know, and we’ll let you go.”

  He snorts. “Oh, yeah, so I can run to the cops and tell them everything. I don’t think so. I’m not going anywhere but the bottom of the South Branch Chicago River.”

  Pursing my lips, I shrug. “Not our style. We have somewhere much better to store our bodies than the river.”

  “In any case. I’m a dead man, so I’m not telling you shit. I just wish I took more time to admire that sweet pussy of yours. She sure has a fine ass, and I know from watching you two together she sure would be a damn firecracker in the sack. I want to shove my cock so hard in her ass she’ll be screaming for a week!”

  Heat rolls over me so insatiably hot, beads of sweat instantly pebble on my skin as I think of him getting anywhere near Sparx. Anger ripples through me at his words. The demon inside needs to be let out, and so I waste no time trying to lung for the blade placed down the back of Sensei’s pants.

  Sensei instantly twists my hand to stop me while Torque rushes forward grabbing hold of my arms.

  “Breathe, Trax.” Sensei looks firm into my eyes as I breathe out harsh breaths. It’s enough to shock me back into reality. I lost myself for moment and realize maybe I’m too close to this to handle it the right way.

  “I need you to take over, Sensei,” I state firmly.

  He nods like he already knew, stepping back from me and swiveling to face Jason. “One last time, where is Everett?” Sensei asks with more calmness in his voice than I could possibly feel.

  “So your first tried his best, do you think you’re going to be any better or will you be a pussy like him, too?”

  Sensei turns to Torque. “We’re not getting anywhere.”

  Torque nods once.

  Sensei reaches for his blade pushing forward. Jason’s eyes widen as he tries to back into the chair, but Sensei is too quick as he thrusts the blade into Jason’s gut. The push and pull of the blade slices with ease into his torso, blood begins to ooze from his chest. Jason coughs and splutters as Sensei stabs over and over again, blood now spraying all over his clothes as he methodically ends his life.

  T
he demon inside me rejoices, the man in me relieved Jason got his just desserts. Though, I’m disappointed I couldn’t bring the final blow myself. Sensei was right to take over, no point in losing myself in this when the end result is the same. Jason’s dead. We have no intel. Better to have me functioning than a complete mess.

  It’s good I’ve regained control, even if I did lose my way.

  I think I’ve come a long way.

  Sensei steps back from Jason’s now lifeless body wiping his blade with care and precision as always. It almost feels like this is how he calms himself after a kill. Sensei turns to look at me, and I give him a curt nod as he walks over to us.

  Looking to Torque, Sensei rolls his shoulders. “We still have no idea on Everett or his motives and whereabouts. We’re back to square one. There was no way Jason was going to break.”

  “Yeah, I agree. Let’s break for the night, get cleaned up,” Torque suggests.

  I finally relax. “Thanks, brother. Fucking hell, I lost it for a second.”

  “Just focus on your family, Trax. Don’t let the rage consume you again,” Sensei tells me, believing that this time, I think it will truly be the last.

  It’s strange being on the other side of this, not being the one landing the final blow but watching how Sensei controls the ending so meticulously, so calmly, without letting his inner demons take hold over him. I realize I have more work to do, but I know now that I can combat my demon with Sensei’s help.

  MYLEE

  Five Weeks Later

  The past five weeks have been weird. Good, but weird. I’ve been keeping busy with my website work and website testing, but it’s almost like Trax is trying to make sure I keep myself occupied and busy. Like he wants me to be here at the club all the time. Whenever I offer to go on the grocery run with the girls or to go out to buy baby stuff, he’s constantly blocking me, telling me to stay here and relax, that the club girls have got it covered. I mean I don’t mind being looked after, but there is such a thing as cabin fever. I’m starting to think I might get it if he doesn’t let me out of here soon. The only thing he lets me go to is our doctor appointments, which he always comes to with me, and for that, I’m grateful.