The Club Family: Sons of Lost Souls MC - Book 11 by Ellie R. Hunter

Author:Ellie R. Hunter [R. Hunter, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-14T18:30:00+00:00

I follow Sparky down to the basement where the brothers are already waiting on us.

“I heard you’re letting Pope take this one,” he mutters.

“He needs it.”

I push open the door and find Effie’s man is on his knees, with his hands tied behind his back.

“I’m sure you know who I am,” I begin, standing in front of him.

“I don’t, actually, but it doesn’t take much figuring out.”

“I’ll introduce myself, then. I’m Cas Jackson, and last night you shot at my family, so for that, you’ll die. But first, I want to ask you a couple of questions. You can answer or not, but the end result will remain the same. You’ll meet your death.”

“I’m not gonna say shit.”

We’ll see.

“Where’s Effie hiding out?”

His lips purse tightly together.

“Last chance to speak. Once I step back and my brother steps forward, game’s over for you.”

I give him three seconds, but he remains silent. There’s no point in giving him more time. People in our world either keep their mouths shut or they spill with the threat of violence.

“Fine. Have it your way.”

Pope moves to my side, and I smirk.

“This is the man who’s going to end your life. He’s gonna make you feel pain you never knew existed, so enjoy.”

Stepping away, I join Sparky and Slade off to the side while Pope circles his victim like prey, clutching a boxcutter in his hand. Pausing behind him, Pope tears the blade down the back of his button-up and rips it off of him from the front, leaving it hanging from his wrists.

In true Pope fashion, he works quietly, eliciting his prey’s cries that echo around the basement, the sound music to our ears. He slices him up, his back, chest, down his arms and across his face. Nothing too deep, but enough to draw a pain he can’t escape.

I take in how Pope’s shoulders unwind the longer he works, and I’m happy to see my brother getting what he needs.

Dropping the boxcutter to the floor, he heads over to the table of tools and runs his fingers over each of them, then stops and picks up the eight-inch blade.

He moves across the basement with unusual grace and plunges the blade into the guy’s chest. His eyes widen, and after a few moments, we all watch as he takes his last breath.

His body falls forward and lands with a thud, his blood pooling across the floor.

Pope stares down at him for a long while, and none of the brothers make a move to leave until he does. Without a word, he finally heads up the stairs, leaving Mason and Myles to dispose of the body.

We all need a purpose in life, and I fear Pope will never be who he truly was ever again.

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