Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Chapter 386

400. Tyson - Malaky V

Malaky cries and whimpers while I watch with a smile on my lips as his blood drips on the floor. He will never touch Olivia again.

No one will ever hurt her again. Nor Jasper.

I'll make sure of it.

This is what I should have done from the beginning: protect Olivia, not abandon her without giving her the opportunity to defend herself.

"My hands. What am I going to do without them?" Malaky keeps whimpering.

It makes me so happy to see him in pain.

"Aww, don't be like that," Rueben keeps mocking Malaky. "Imagine all the things you will do with two prosthetic hands."

"You will even fuck pussies better with your new fingers than your dick," Dimitri chuckles. "How about we cut off your dick so you can get another one?"

"No!" Malaky wails. "Please, don't!"

"Don't shit your pants! It was only a suggestion," Dimitri says.

Dimitri finishes heating the poker and brings it to me. I press the red iron against Malaky's left wrist. For a moment, the only sound in the room is the sizzling of burned flesh. Malaky grits his teeth in pain. I want to hear him scream in agony and beg for forgiveness for what he did to Olivia.

I push the tip of the poker into his stumps, making him yell, "Stop!"

"I would, but then you would die," I pretend not to want him dead. Fucking pig!

Rueben pretends to cough. "It's starting to smell like cooked pork. Isn't that right, Little Piggy?" he asks Malaky.

I finish cauterizing Malaky's stumps, not wanting him to die of blood loss before I'm done with him, and slap his beer belly. "He is anything but little. Except for his dick." To Malaky, I say, "Piggy, I bet you can't even find your dick due to all the fat you have. Isn't that right?"

Malaky whimpers something unintelligible.

"Speak louder," Dimitri says.

"Why are you doing this?" Malaky asks. Like he doesn't know all the shitty things he did to women. He should have known that sooner or later, karma would catch up with him.

I am Malaky's personal karma!

tongue. "Like I

tries to find out. "Because now I'm sure Chris is not the

small one, so I'm not going to ask you

speaks at the same time as me. "Both his heads are

dead is a very

doing this for

"Sure," Ansel replies.

will pay any

I can kill this mother fucker and walk out with a

pictures of Malaky, making sure his arms

of my boot. "The cut is clean. Maybe the doctors can reattach the hands for you.

on Malaky's face. Fucking pig! If he only knew how much I loath him. I grab his right arm, my fingers painfully digging into his stump, making him cry out in agony.

burned flesh," I say while thinking about making ground pork out

won't answer unknown numbers," Malaky whimpers. "Besides, it's late. He might be already in

can't stand the sight of him! His face reminds me of what he did to

for a few seconds before handing me Malaky's phone. I unlock the screen

messages. Not all of them because I don't want to read hours and hours of garbage, but I open the chat with Jason. The last time they

compared to what I feel

with their words. Laughed at her

my throat as I see the photos Malaky took of

me the strength to not

something stupid, like shove it down Malaky's throat. Knowing I'm not in the right headspace to make the

make you eat

Rueben mocks Malaky, "Looks like your Daddy doesn't give a shit about

quickly says. "Call him again. If he's with his secretary, it takes a bit for

with his secretary, his dick in her

affair with the

wife's thighs, I wouldn't be answering the phone either,"

again. I'm sure he will pick up this time," Malaky

insisting. If not for an idea forming

is on speaker,

senator asks, his

tired of Malaky. What

better listen

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