Kapitel 25: Demons Who Wears a Leather Patch

Ven was bored.

One of the prospects he was whipping was constantly whining, and the grunting and screaming he was emitting were getting on his nerves. He never thought that a sissy would be part of RagTag MC. Yet here he was.

He had always enjoyed his role as Pyr's Vice. He was the one to deal with punishments and torture. His Prez knew of his kink, and he never minded it though, as long as it is for the good of the Crew.

For the Patch.

For the Brotherhood.

For secrecy.

For Life.

Those were the words they have pledged themselves with. There were also a bunch of other words on that damn pledge. But for him and Pyr, they were the most important ones.

Ven looked at the blood that was dripping on the floor. Remy and Lou's back was slowly being repaired by their shifter healing. He looked at his watch again, in another thirty minutes, a new round of whipping will happen.

The scent of sandalwood and butter alerted him he was no longer alone. On either side of him were Priest, their overall lawyer, and Skye, their Road Captain.

"Have you been inhaling butter, Skye?" asked Ven. He was a hulking man with jet black hair in a Faux Hawk cut with piercing green eyes. In the olden days, mothers would flock to their daughters hoping he would snare or breed them. As one of the highest positions in their pack, he was always surrounded by women. Now though, he was happy with the wolves in his care.

Priest, on the other hand, had been ordained by the church. But he lost his clerical state when he decided to leave. Ven was not sure of the state his friend's soul was in, but he had suspicion darkness had tainted it. With a height of six foot one, he was 'The Giant' in the courtroom. He never outgrew his black drab, the same with his Ivy League cut.

"I had some buttered popcorn on the way here. Prez called me, saying something about you being bored," Skye looked at the two men hanging on the ceiling. "How many had you given them?"

"Forty. Prez said five rounds for today," Ven replied, tapping his biker boots on the ground. It was a sign that he was bored, and being in that state of mind, does not bode well with the two prospects.

Priest walked inside the warehouse to take a closer look at the two men. They were conscious, and the wounds behind their back were healing nicely. "Ven, their wounds are healing nicely. You gave something to them?" he asked.

Ven shook his head and said, "Prez wanted five rounds for today." The tapping of his boots was slowly increasing. "He wanted to give the boys time to think."

"Think? They were fucking on the clock," Skye answered. "Why are they given time to think?"

"Because I need them to last till the tenth day," Pyr suddenly replied. His cold voice made all possible retorts stop. He nod passed Ven and Skye before joining Priest. "You good?" He asked the other man. The latter nodded and indicated their prospects. "So, boys, was her pussy that tight, that both of you forgot your mission?"

"Sir…We…"

"She was sent as a distraction," Priest said. "The other guards that were also with Dom were approached by another woman," he explained.

"And our boys took the bait," Pyr made a tsking sound before facing the two men. "The woman you screwed had Gonorrhea. If not for your shifter genes, you will be carrying some nasty virus and spreading them." He raised his hand and Ven threw the whip in his direction. He caught it mid-air and started winding it around his arm.

"Someone deposited a huge amount of money in her e-wallet. It was around a thousand dollars." He stepped closer to the two and signaled Priest to lower them. Both men still had that arrogant look in them. "Want to know what happen to her?" he asked.

"Why should we?" Remy bravely said. Of the two, he was the most outspoken. With a boyish face and a dimple on his right cheek, women tend to throw themselves at his feet.

"Because she is dead," Pyr replied in a matter-of-fact tone. Pulling out his phone and showed them the news that Mocha saw a couple of minutes ago. "She was killed and all her possession was also taken." Pyr looked at Lou, while Remy was outspoken, the other was reserved and quiet. Looking at his whiskey-colored eyes told him what he wanted. Shocked and sorrow were reflected in their depts.

"Her kids?" Lou asked in a croaky voice.

Remy looked at his friend, shock was evident on his face. "Kids?" he asked.

"They are safe. She managed to hide them," Pyr replied in a quiet voice. His eyes never left Lou's as he continued, "She is a single mom struggling to find work. With the kind of disease she had, work is impossible. Selling in the market was the only way for her to feed her kids." He looked back at Remy before he added, "Bet you didn't know that, huh, Rem? Shocked that Lou knew about her kids? Your partner got more than just a screw."

He saw Lou close his eyes and uttered something. Meanwhile, Remy had a mixture of disbelief and astonishment on his face.

"You're telling me, she had kids? That tight pussy bore children?" He gave a low whistle before continuing, "That was the best pussy I had. You say she was sick too? I wouldn't mind dipping my dick in that hole of hers. Too bad she died, right Lou?" There was no ounce of remorse in the way he said those words.

The place was suddenly filled with a thin layer of mist. Remy gave an involuntary shiver as the temperature in the room began to drop. Lou was one of those beings that had somehow escaped the cracks of death. His partner's callous way of talking had triggered the ability he had hidden.

Aware of what was about to happen, Pyr commanded, "Enough." The warehouse slowly returned to its normal state, the other occupants could only look at Remy in disgust. "Remy, boy, you are in for a treat." He coldly said. "Since you lack empathy for the woman that you screwed after finding out her demise, I might as well give you what is the equivalent of her kids have lost."

He glanced at Priest. The man was holding a combat blade and was wearing a sinister grin. He stepped in front of Remy and waited for the man to look at him in the eyes, then together, they looked at his dick. Remy was aroused, which made the job easy.

In one quick move, the most important part of man's body was on the ground. It took a couple of seconds for the others to realize what their President has permitted them to do.

Ven and Skye winced and covered their crotches, and Lou's eyes widen in fear when Priest stood in front of him. Whatever words he was about to say were drowned by Remy's scream of pain. Pyr was irritated and punched him hard enough to make him lose his consciousness.

"Pick his dick and freeze it. He might need it someday. Whip and skin his back if possible. Don't kill him, killing him will not make him realize his actions," Pyr looked at his men and continued. "RagTag's main goal is to save lives. Human, shifter, or any living being, life is a gift that we had vowed to protect."

He approached Lou and pulled out a set of keys from his jean pocket. The male nearly hit the ground if he was not supported by Pyr.

"Sir…" was all Lou could say.

"The woman's kids are in the custody of DSWD. I have asked the Chief of Police to place them in Shifter jurisdiction. Her death was not also a normal robbery. Both her hand were cut off." He help Lou sit down and Ven gave him a pair of grey sweat pants to cover his lower body. "They will be placed in your care, Lou. I have asked the others in The Nest to make sure they have a place to stay." The man nodded and looked at his friend's unconscious state. "We reap what we sow. His actions and words reflect who he was. Men like him are better off dead."

Skye was carrying an Organ Care System (OCS) and placed the severed dick inside. He also gave Priest a med kit to patch the open wound he caused.

Lou finally understood why The RagTag MC was feared and why their group was shrouded in mystery. They were both angels and demons. Two sides of a coin.

Life and death. Torture and Pain.

They were angels to those they have saved and demons to those who crossed them. They will not kill, but the ones in their hand would wish they were.

As he was escorted back to The Nest he could not help but glance back at his former partner. Remy was a ray of sunshine. His smile and his outlook on life made Lou wish he had known the male. But now, he could only shake his head in disappointment, and whisper, "Good luck my friend."

With one final look, they drove away, leaving the male in the hand of the most dangerous man Lou had met.

Pyr Draconian.

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