It was the darkness that told Remy and Lou that something was wrong.
The men did not know how they got to wherever they were. But ut the last thing they remembered was double teaming a hot chick that can swallow and take both of their dicks at the same time.
"Looks like they are awake, Prez," a voice said. It was Ven, the Vice President of the RagTag MC. He would usually communicate with them via phone call or text. Hearing his voice was a bit disorienting. The next voice they heard, however, gave them a foreboding sense of dread.
"That they are, Ven." Pyr's voice sounded deep and graveled. It was like he had been smoking for a long time. "You ready to do some damage?"
The question sent chills running down their spine. Their fears were realized when they heard a sharp crack on the ground, a whoosh, and then an excruciating pain on their backs as the whip made contact with their bare skin.
"FUCK!"
The sudden contact of the whip made them curse and scream like little girls. Ven, who was holding two whips, grinned, as flicked his wrist, slashing their backs once more.
"How many for the first round?" he asked Pyr who stood in the middle of a warehouse looking at the two men who were chained to the ceiling, and their feet were also bound on a chain that was connected to the ground.
"Twenty this round, then add ten per round," he told his vice president.
"How many rounds are we talking about here?" Ven asked.
"For today? Five," he replied.
"How long are we going to discipline them?"
"Give or take five days or ten days. The same number of hours The President was unconscious on that hospital bed," Pyr coldly replied. "Or until they understand why they are being punished."
Another crack sounded then a grunt as the whip connected to their backs. "Don't you think that it is a bit too much? They are younger than you and me Prez," Ven said as he whipped their back two more times.
"Young or old, Ven, they have given me their word to adhere to my law. I gave them a task. That task is to protect this country's President, if they cannot even do a simple bodyguard duty, how can they handle the missions that we do?" He paused and looked at the two men in front of him. It was difficult not to see the irritated look on his face. "They are shifters, and you are using a normal whip. It is not like you are using 100% of your strength to use that thing," he added with a grin.
Ven grinned back, "Oh, yeah. We cannot have that." He gave two more lashes and looked at Pyr again. "Want to try it?" the other man offered.
Pyr shook his head. "I need to get back to the hospital. Knowing that man, he would likely forget he is supposed to stay at the hospital for two weeks." He took out his phone and looked at it.
There were at least seventeen missed calls from several people who had tried to call him for the last two hours. He sighed. The President's two sons were en route back to the Philippines. Both were diplomats and the minute they found out about their father's incident, the prospects with them instantly booked their flights.
"Give me an update," he gave Ven a wave and then walked out of the warehouse. By the time the door closed behind him, he could hear the tenth lash being delivered.
The punishment he was giving these prospects was light, compared to what he and Ven have experienced. After all, even shifters could be killed... especially with the right kind of torture.
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He could hear Dominic's angry voice the second he stepped out of the elevator leading to the private room of the hospital wing. But it was Lara's soft reply that made him wince and walk to the garden located in the same wing. They were in a heated argument, and he wants nothing to be part of it.
Cool night air greeted his overheated skin. The distance between the warehouse and the hospital was an hour's walk. It gave him ample time to send or talk to whoever needed his attention. It also gave him time to reign in his anger. Unleashing it to two young shifters was not right. What he needed to know was who ordered the assassination. Was it a human or a shifter order?
"Dad is doing much better," said Luke. He was Dom and Lara's firstborn. He inherited his father's height and his mother's dark grey eyes.
"Yeah, we had to run out of the room," Joe said. He was the second born of the Presidential couple. While Luke inherited his mom's eyes, Joe however got his blue eyes from his grandmother. "Witnessing mom and dad…" he did not dare to finish his sentences. The shudder he gave made Pyr laughed out loud. The boys grinned.
"Give your father a break, boys. He needs to reassure your mom he is alive and well. Doing that was the only way to pacify her," he told them.
They suddenly looked somber. They were shifters or Weres, they carry a virus that can have the potential to change another human into their kind. The mate bond between two fated mates could be too intense at times. It was no wonder that their father gave them their wing in their house.
"Do we have any updates as to who ordered the hit?" Luke asked.
"As of now, all lines in every possible human suspect are being monitored. From his VP to the lowest Cabinet Members," Pyr replied. Mocha found some interesting money trail on one of the employees at the Legislative Branch. It might not be connected. Then again, that was their job.
Monitor all government movements and report them back to the leaders of the world. RagTag had been the "Go-to" when it comes to international extractions, regardless of what status they were.
"Do you think The Were Nation has something to do with it?" Joe mussed. "Dad said something about a Female Alpha." He rubbed the back of his neck before adding, "He said, if ever any of the people from the Were Nation approached me, I would say, 'My allegiance has always been to the Daires.' This is true. Damn, I felt that resonance. There has been no formal announcement though."
Pyr gave the man a dry look before replying, "You can always ask your dad about it…" He laughed when a horrified expression appeared on his face. The mere thought of intruding with their parents' time was enough to make him lose interest in whatever Joe was thinking.
"Luke, Joe," Pyr said, "Your father is okay. There are people I trust who are connected to the Were Nation. They will tell me or rather, they will the one to deal with whoever ordered the hit. I will be dealing with the human end." He looked at the two full-grown men beside him. His bi-colored eyes looked cold and unforgiving. "As for the two prospects who I have assigned to him, my Vice is giving them their punishment as we speak."
Both nodded in acknowledgment. They once wanted to be part of his crew. It was a good thing Dominic stopped them. If they stayed on the path they wanted, Luke and Joe would never become diplomats.
The things that his crew saw had tainted their souls. There was no going back. Either you move forward, or die.
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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