Diesel's POV:
"you understand what that means, don't you, Rob?"
Ryder murmurs as he straightens his suit, not that it was even wrinkled in the first place. Fucker always dresses like he's ready to walk a runway.
Though the cold calculation in his gaze lets
you know he's not just a pretty face.
I told him once I could scar his face for
him, it might make others take him more
seriously. I don't know why he said no.
I, on the other hand, am covered in
Rob's blood, so is Garrett for that matter.
His scarred, tatted up knuckles bleed from
the punches he delivered to our unhappy
host. Munching on the guy's crisps, I watch
in glee as Garrett delivers another brutal
blow before stepping back. There's a reason
they call him Mad Dog in the ring you
don't even see the big bastard coming. I'd
know, I've fought him a couple of times.
They were good times, even if I did break
some bones.
Blinking, I look back at the man in the
chair opposite Ryder. Rob's eye is ballooned
shut, his lip split and cheek already bruising. And those are only the wounds you can see. I know there are a few blisters forming under his shirt from where Ryder let me have some fun.
Kenzo is leaning against the wall oppo-
site me, his dice rolling between his fingers
like always. His face, similar to Ryder's, is
locked in a death stare with the man,
waiting for something interesting to happen. It was Kenzo who brought this man to our attention, after all. But Rob
looks only to Ryder-good. Let him think
Ryder is the only one in charge, we like to
keep it that way. To have him as the face of
our.......company.
I snort at that, fucking company. We do
have a few legit businesses, not that I have
anything to do with them. I was deemed
too insane to deal with employees after I
burned one of their eyes out for calling me
scum
"Rob, pay attention, I don't like to
repeat myself," Ryder snaps, so Garrett
grabs Rob's greying, short hair and yanks
his head back, a blade appearing in his
hand, which he presses to the shaking
man's throat. Sweat drips down his face as
he cries out, and I wonder if Ryder will let
me kill him.
It's been a whole two days since I got to
kill someone, and I'm getting restless.
"Yes, yes, I understand, take her!" he screams.
What a prick. The loser would sell his
own daughter to cover his debt to us. I
suppose when you don't have the money to
pay, and the only other option is to take it
from your flesh... you become real easy on
what you're willing to do.
This city is ours, he would never escape
us. He knows that, it's written in the defeat
in his brown eyes. I wonder if his daughter
is better looking than him, either way,
she'll be ours now. We normally don't deal
in flesh, well, not live flesh, but beggars
can't be choosers.
A debt is a debt, and it has to be paid or
others will start to think we're going soft.
Ryder leans back, a smirk curling up his
pretty boy lips. Rolling my eyes, I step
forward from the dark, and that's when
Rob starts to cry. He knows what I am-
death. Ryder might be the face, Garret
might be the enforcer, the muscle, and
Kenzo the dealer...but me?
I'm the fucking Grim Reaper.
"Have her!" he screams, thrashing in
Garrett's grip, whose face tightens in
disgust. Me? I laugh.
Leaning down, I get into his face, letting
him see the madness in my gaze. My fingers itch to grab my lighter, to burn his
house down with him in it until I hear his
screams. Fuck, I can almost taste the fear,
feel the flames licking
me-my cock hardens in my trousers at the image.
"Tell me, when I burn her, will you care
or not?" I laugh.
Garrett grins, flashing perfectly white
teeth. The bastard is almost as crazy as I
am, probably from one too many blows to
his massive head. I smirk at him. "I wonder
if she bleeds as pretty?"
"Enough," Ryder snaps, so I move away,
doing as I'm told. "Where is she?"
"She-she owns a bar on the south side
of the city, Roxers." He quivers, crying like
a pussy. Big, fat tears drip down his face.
I wonder if she'll cry. It makes it
sweeter when they do. I realise then I'm
rubbing my cock through my jeans, and
Kenzo is glaring at me, so I stop with a
wink.
"Rob, if we aren't satisfied with her as
payment, we'll be back, you can bet on
that," Kenzo adds decisively, ending this
deal. He knows the look on my face.
I want blood. "Will you kill her? "Rob sobs pathetically.
"Do you care?" Ryder counters, arching
an eyebrow at the man. "You just sold your
daughter to cover your debt without even
trying to stop us."
"I-I'm a shit father, but she deserves
better than you monsters,"
he snarls,
showing the first bit of balls I've seen from
him.
"Hear that, Ry? We're monsters,"
boom, laughing so hard I smack my jeans.
"I told you that suit ain't fooling anyone,
man.'
Like usual, Ryder ignores my manic
outbursts.
"We'll do whatever we want to
her. Fuck her. Torture her. Beat her. Kill her.
I just wanted you to know that," Ryder
remarks as he stands, buttoning his blue
suit as he does so. Habitually, he swipes
back his perfect hair and aims a business-
like smile at Rob.
"We will be in touch." He turns and
starts to walk away.
Kenzo pushes off the wall, pocketing his
dice.
"Don't be a stranger at the tables."
I laugh harder as Garrett releases Rob's
neck, tapping his cheek with the blade, all
friendly like. Me? I get in the man's face again, wanting him to look into the eyes of
the man who's going to wreck his daughter.
When I'm done with her, there won't even
be enough to bury. "I'm going to make her
scream, I might even record it for you."
"Diesel," Ryder calls from the doorway
of the shitty little two-story house we're in.
Leaning forward, I press my lips near
the man's ear. "I'll let you know if she
comes before or after I slice her neck."
whisper, before lunging forward and biting
off his earlobe.
He screams as I howl with laughter,
spitting the flesh and blood across his chest
as I turn to leave, whistling to myself as the
copper tang fills my mouth and drips down
my chin.
"You're a crazy bastard," Garrett grumbles.
"You too, brother, now let's go get our
new toy!' I declare, suddenly in a good
mood with the prospect of torture on the
horizon.
Rob should have known better, the
whole city should. When you fuck with Vipers, you get fangs.
That poor little girl has no idea what's coming her way.
