Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) (14 page)

We’re nearly at the warehouse when banging starts on the back door.

“Help, help me,” Violet calls out, pounding ferociously obviously trying to get it open.

“Turn up the radio, Chops.”

He nods and blasts ‘
Stitches’
by Orgy over the stereo, the heavy bass drowning out her incessant whining and banging.

“Let me out! Let me out!” I hear faintly, so I turn it up even more. Luckily, we only have a short distance to travel, so we slow down slightly and turn left down the road toward the warehouse. It sucks she’s woken up, it would have been a lot better if we could have just carried her in there asleep and woken her up, but you win some you lose some.

We pull up, and the blaring music comes to a sudden stop. I expect her to start yelling again, but she’s deadly quiet. I glance at Chops, and he furrows his brows as we jump out. The other guys pull up next to us and get out as well. We all stroll up to the back of the cage door. I have no idea if she’s passed out again, or going to try and make a run for it. If I know her like I think I do, it’s the later.

“You ready, guys? We don’t know what she’ll do when we open the door.” They all nod and we step up to the back door in a line, so no matter where she goes one of us will get her. “Righto, on guard everyone,” I state.

Manson opens the door, and before we have time to think she is flying mid-air, ready to run, but Blade grabs her and holds on tightly. She screams
again
and thrashes about, trying to get away from him, but he rolls his eyes holding onto her strongly.

“C’mon now, Boss, no one can hear you out here,” Blade says while she continues that fucking incessant screaming. Tears run down her cheeks as she pummels at Blade’s chest with her fists, fiercely. We all laugh at her feeble attempts, but her energy is soon depleted as she gives up fighting while we drag her toward the warehouse.

“Where’s all that fight gone, Boss?” Blade whispers in her ear then bites her earlobe. I shake my head as she starts to cry again.

“Get her in the room,” I growl.

Blade carries her inside toward the small torture room. There’s no windows, it’s purposely dark. Her eyes widen when she sees the torture chair, and then her head hangs low and she exhales. She probably thinks she’s going to die. She isn’t. That’s not the plan for today. We need her alive. She just doesn’t know that. 

Blade throws her into the chair while Manson and Acid strap her in. Striding up to her, I glance down at her dress covered in Hudson’s blood and purse my lips. “Sorry, we had to kill your man, Boss. He just got in the way, but he didn’t go down without a fight, though. Poor Penetrator got hit in the arm with one of Hudson’s bullets. So we put three in him,” I affirm.

She leers at me with disdain and spits at my feet. I chuckle as she looks up and notices all of my brothers surrounding her. “It’s rude to spit, Boss. Only men should do that! It doesn’t suit a nice lady like yourself,” I suggest leaning in closer to her.

Her breath becomes heavier the closer I get. “Fuck. You,” she whispers when I’m mere millimetres away from her face. I laugh, backing away. I love this woman, but fuck she pisses me off too. Bringing my hand up, I backhand her across the side of her face. Her head turns violently with the harshness of my hit and my hand stings a little from the force.

She scrunches her eyes tightly, breathing a little faster. “Ow,” she says sarcastically. “But you still slap like a five-year-old girl,” she teases bringing her face to the front and looking right at me with fierce determination in her eyes as she spits out a small amount of blood.

There she is, the woman I’m increasingly admiring.

I grin and shake my head. “Violet, why are you acting out? Just behave and this will all be over and done with quickly. You can go home, I can go home. We can make this a happy ever after for all of us,” I berate.

She scoffs trying to suppress a laugh, it doesn’t work and one slips out. “I’m not some dumbarse, Mad Dog. You and I both know that I’m leaving here in a body bag. So before that happens, I’m gonna try my best to make your life hell. Just to pay you back a little for ruining my life, you fuckhead.” Her fight is back as she sits back in the chair getting comfortable.

“I don’t have any intentions of you leaving here in a body bag, Violet. In fact, I need you alive. So if you’re acting out in an attempt to get me to kill you, it won’t work.” I decide, to be honest with her.

She furrows her brows in confusion. “Why the fuck do you need me around? Just kill me, get it over with.”

I laugh and shake my head. “I want you to come out of this, Boss. I want you to live. You’re feisty, and I don’t want to kill you. You entertain me, but not only that, I need you alive so you can retract your statement to the police. The shit you said is damning us to hell, and we can’t have shit like that bring us down—”

“You think I’m going to retract my statement just because you want me to. Ha! Not likely. I’m going to name and shame each and every single one of you, and if you let me go, that’s a promise I
will
keep.”

“I would advise against that, Boss. We do have our ways of persuasion you know. Either way, you
will
be retracting your statement. No matter how long we have to torture you for,” I say and turn to walk out the door.

“Torture me for as long as you like, it won’t change my mind,” she yells, and I stop in the doorway.

“Well, that’s a lovely shade of Violet on your face, Boss. It could get worse you know?”

“Yeah, well, if you’re referring to my bruising, some spineless fuck did that to me.”

I raise my eyebrows with a smirk. “Spineless, you say?”

“Yeah, couldn’t even do it himself, he got one of his vaginas to do it for him.”

Laughing, I shake my head and traipse back across to her. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

“I don’t think… I know I am,” she replies with a shit-eating grin.

“Well then, how’s this for funny?” I grab the hair on the top of her head and slam it back against the metal chair. She yelps as her eyes roll around in her head. “And what about this?” I ask as I slap her harder than last time across the face, feeling her lip ripping apart against my hand as I whack her. “Still think it’s funny?”

She opens and closes her eyes a couple of times, and looks directly at me spitting blood on the floor at my feet. “I think it’s hilarious,” she replies cockily.

I frown, grunting as I look over to Acid. “You’ll never learn will you, Boss?” I ask nodding at Acid.

He walks over to Violet, and he smiles at her like he’s having a great time. I’m surprised he didn’t bare his teeth at her, to be honest. I walk out of the room and around to the viewing window. It’s one way so I can see in but she can’t see me.

“Now make sure you scream. I like it when people scream for me,” Acid murmurs grabbing her pinky finger and pulling it backwards. The crack resonates through the room. I wince while she screams loudly as her finger touches all the way back to her hand. She cries as she looks down at her broken finger and her head slumps forward, breathing in and out quickly though her mouth.

“Have some respect for Mad Dog, Boss, and you’ll get out of this with a lot fewer breaks and cuts,” Acid says kissing her on her cheek. She shakes her head to fight him off, and he chuckles. “Have a good night, Boss,” he says and walks toward the door. He closes it shut, and Violet looks around the room like she’s a little lost being in there all alone.

She looks down at her deformed finger again, and she rests her chin on her chest just breathing.

Time for round two.

“Okay Blade, hit it,” I say and he hits the light switch in the room so she is left in complete darkness. Then over the sound system he sends a high-pitched squeal through the speakers and then leans down to talk through the microphone. “Boss, we suggest you get some rest. It’s going to be a long night,” Blade says and then chuckles.

“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” she yells.

“Fair enough! We’ll give you some thinking music to help you relax then,” Blade suggests and then hits play on the stereo. We have a playlist of death metal songs, and they will screech out loudly through the room, so loud you can feel the vibration through the floor. The screaming in the songs is painful to the ears, and this form of torture while in the dark is terrible. But add to it strobe lighting, and it’s downright torturous. “Here’s some peaceful mood lighting to settle you down, Boss,” I say over the microphone.

Blade flicks the switch and strobe lighting flickers through the room. He turns off the light sending the room back into darkness. This would be disorientating for her. We wait a little while and flick it back on, repeating the process a few times.

“Violet,” Acid says through the microphone repeatedly in a menacing tone, just to make her uncomfortable. We need to wear her down, so she has no choice but to sign over the business to us.

The over stimulation is getting to her, she’s fidgeting, and her body is tense. I know she’s near breaking point when suddenly she screams out loud.

“Cut it,” I demand. Everything stops—the music, the flashing lights, the taunting. The room is filled with silence as her heavy breathing is the only sound filling the room. Her clenched eyes remain closed for a little while until she slowly opens them blinking a few times to adjust to the single strobe light in the room. 

“Just kill me,” she says under her breath.

“But this is so much fun, Boss,” I tease as I enter the room, grabbing the crowbar from the bench just outside.

“Fuck off! You fucking cunt,” she chides with a smirk.

I laugh, shaking my head that she still has the strength to argue back. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a filthy mouth for a woman?”

She shrugs. “Well, you have an ugly face, but you don’t see me complaining.”

I frown clenching the crowbar in my hand. Her eyes open wide, seeing my tool, as I walk across to her. My frown turns into a salacious grin as I bring the crowbar up and smash it down into her décolletage. She screams out breathlessly, the force pushing her back into the chair as she gasps for air while I laugh.

“There, that should shut your vulgar mouth up for a little while. Now, I want you to listen, and listen well.” I place my hand under her chin and raise her head up to look at me. Her eyes are misting up from the obvious pain. “Okay?” I ask, and she nods slightly still trying to catch her breath as she winces in pain. “Right, we have you here, and we won’t let you go until you have agreed to our conditions. Retract your statement about us, saying it was all a lie, and you have nothing further to add.” I take my hand from her chin as she closes her eyes and shakes her head from side to side.

Huffing, I flare my nostrils. “Is that a no?” I ask.

She simply nods, she obviously can’t talk.

“Right, well, I guess I’ll get Chops in here then to see if he can change your mind,” I say and wave to the door. I didn’t want to do this, Chops is a sick fucker with women, with men it’s all blood and guts but with women, he can be a little… dirty. But she’s a madam she’s used to this shit, I suppose.

Chops walks in carrying a bucket of water, a sack and a filthy grin all over his face. 

“So as you probably remember, most of us don’t like to fuck whores like you ‘cause you’re full of dirt and disease, but Chops here, he’s a crazy fucker. He’ll fuck anything with a heartbeat. Hell, he will even fuck anything
without
a heartbeat if you know what I mean? He’s a sick, twisted fuck… so, I’ll leave you to it,” I say blasé and walk out of the room and back out behind the one-way mirror leaving her with Chops. I feel sorry for her. He isn’t the club torturer for no reason. He’s good at his job, sometimes too good. I just hope he doesn’t go too far with her. We need her alive after all.

Taking a seat on the stool by the one-way window, and take a deep breath preparing to watch Chops and his interrogation of Violet. Switching the control switch of the speakers on so I can hear what’s going on in the torture room, I watch as Chops walks around the front of Violet and his head bobs up and down as if he’s leering at her.

“So sweetheart, there’s a couple of ways this can go. I can either get your acceptance of our terms now, or we can play for a while and I’ll get it after? It really is all up to you.”
HH
He kneels down in front of her.