Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

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!

click my tongue. "Like I

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

your small one, so I'm

speaks at the same time as me. "Both

you dead is

this for

"Sure," Ansel replies.

to my father. He will pay

can kill this mother fucker and

of Malaky, making sure his

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

loath him. I grab his right arm, my fingers painfully digging

can remove the burned flesh," I say while thinking about making ground pork out of him and feeding him to worms.

numbers," Malaky whimpers. "Besides, it's late. He might be already in

think he'll be alive for long? I can't stand the sight of him! His face reminds me of

you took him from his house?" Ansel feels his pockets for a few seconds before handing me Malaky's phone. I unlock the screen with his face ID. "He will answer if he cares

father, Senator Ross, I go through his 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 spoke was in January, so it doesn't take me long to find the messages that they spoke

hated Jason and Malaky before, it's nothing compared to what I feel as

way they degraded her with their words. Laughed at her

see the photos Malaky took of Olivia. He even had the audacity to send them

me the strength to not

snatches the phone from me before I do something stupid, like shove it down Malaky's throat. Knowing I'm not in the right headspace to make the phone call to Senator Ross, Jasper does dial

word, I'll make you eat your hands!" Jasper threatens

senator doesn't reply, Rueben mocks Malaky, "Looks like your

does!" Malaky quickly says. "Call him again. If he's with his secretary, it

number again. "If he's with his secretary,

an affair with the secretary. "Maybe he has his tongue deep

I've had my face between my wife's thighs, I wouldn't be answering

he will pick up this time,"

room while keeping insisting. If not for an idea forming in my mind, I

replies. The phone is on

the senator

his father is tired of

alive again, you better listen to what I'm about to say,"