Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,107

but I don’t wanna take this from you if you’re okay to continue.”

There was no way I was letting anyone kill Dutch other than me, and if the guys found Griller, I’d ask to do those honors as well. Although Linc might be pissed he didn’t get a chance to fuck him up a bit before ending him.

The time it took for Stone and Ford to contact us as to whether Dutch told the truth were the longest minutes of my life, twenty to be exact. Our VP texted Marek that they had him in their sights and asked if he wanted him to kill him outright or bring him back here. Prez went with the second option. And since there was a good chance Griller was still in the dark about the attacks since we hit all three locations at the same time, barely allowing anyone time to react, let alone call someone, his takedown might be relatively easy.

At first, when we walked back over toward Dutch, I thought he died, but when I saw the faint expansion of his chest… again, I smiled.

“Looks like you were tellin’ the truth,” Marek said, looking from Dutch to me and back again. “No loyalty among the lot of you, is there? If that was me strung up, I would’ve died before I gave up the location of one of my brothers.” His disgust pierced the tip of each word, but Dutch’s quick confession didn’t shock me at all. He was a piece of shit, as was Griller, as were all those bastards who wore the Savage Reaper patch. The only one who hadn’t been as vile as the rest was Pike, and he was borderline, his actions of bringing Maddie into his club putting him more on the side of despicable than not.

“Every man for himself,” the fucker replied, his voice lower than before and my guess was because he was on the cusp of either passing out or perishing altogether. His head bobbed up and down, his legs wobbled underneath him. “You’re not gon… gonna untie me, are ya?”

“No,” I said as calmly as could be.

He nodded as best he could, the glint in his eyes screaming he had more to say. Question was, did I wanna hear it, or kill him? Breathing the same air with the guy did nothing but spin my anger tighter, and it was then, thinking about how much I needed to get back to Zoe, that I decided to end all this right now. She was the important one, not Dutch.

Not my need to prolong his agony.

Not the need to watch him suffer.

“I should’ve killed her… and her baby.”

“What?” I asked in confusion. Why was he talking about Braylen? From my understanding they didn’t touch her. Only Zoe.

“She begged the first time, scared we’d do her so hard, we’d kill the fuckin’ thing.”

I was on him before I could blink. “Who the fuck you talkin’ about?” His throat was in my left hand, my fingers working on closing his airway, even though I needed him to breathe to answer. “You talkin’ about the blonde?” The tip of the machete pressed into his crotch. For a man on the brink of death, he snapped his head up quickly, sneering at me because he knew he had something worthy of telling me, and by the look on my face, and the shakiness of my voice, he was privy to information I wasn’t. “Who are you fuckin’ talkin’ about?” I roared, squeezing tighter. He blinked several times, unable to obtain oxygen.

“Let him answer, Brick.” Marek’s hand clasped my shoulder. “Release him.”

I pried my fingers away, the ache in my hand proof I’d almost choked him to death. “Answer me.” I stood toe to toe with him. “Are you talkin’ about the blonde?”

He wheezed on each intake of air. When he calmed, he shook his head, his smirk making me want to stick the blade into his mouth and through the back of his skull. “The redhead,” he finally said. He jutted his head forward. “When I fucked her, she begged me not to kill her baby.”

Gone was all sense of barely restrained calm.

Gone was all rational thought, as if any had existed at this point.

Gone was the need to watch him suffer, to witness his slow decline.

Gone was the desire to watch every drop of blood slowly spill from his body.

With all my strength, I shoved the blade into his crotch as far as it would go,