Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
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!

I click my tongue. "Like I said, you angered the wrong person."

"Who?" Malaky tries to find out. "Because now I'm sure Chris is not the one behind all this."

I shrug. "You have two heads, but you only use your small one, so I'm not going to ask you to think but "

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

"-the one who wants you dead is a very important man."

"Are you doing this for money?" Malaky wonders.

"Sure," Ansel replies.

Malaky thinks before saying, "Talk to my father. He will pay any sum of money you want in exchange for my freedom."

A ransom? Now, why didn't I think of that before? I can kill this mother fucker and walk out with a hefty sum of money.

I pull out my phone and take some pictures of Malaky, making sure his arms are not in the frame.

"Yeah? You should have said so earlier. Then you would still have your hands attached to the rest of your fat arms," I say. I push the hand on the floor with the tip of my boot. "The cut is clean. Maybe the doctors can reattach the hands for you. I have a friend who cut his leg by accident with a rotary cutter. The doctors could save it."

Some hope appears 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. He deserves all the pain in the world.

"The doctors can remove the burned flesh," I say while thinking about making ground pork out of him and feeding him to worms. "Piggy, tell me your father's phone number."

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

Does Malaky think he'll be alive for long? I can't stand the sight of him! His face reminds me of what he did to Olivia.

I turn my attention to Ansel. "Did he have a phone with him when 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 for you."

Before calling his 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 about Olivia.

If I hated Jason and Malaky before, it's nothing compared to what I feel as I read their conversation.

The way they degraded her with their words. Laughed at her expense.

Inhuman sounds leave my throat as I see the photos Malaky took of Olivia. He even had the audacity to send them to his friend.

Lucifer, give me the strength to not kill him on the spot!

Jasper 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 the number.

"If you say one word, I'll make you eat your hands!" Jasper threatens Malaky, who nods.

When the senator doesn't reply, Rueben mocks Malaky, "Looks like your Daddy doesn't give a shit about you."

"He does!" Malaky quickly says. "Call him again. If he's with his secretary, it takes a bit for him to pick up."

Jasper dials the number again. "If he's with his secretary, his dick in her mouth, he can still talk."

Malaky looks ashamed, letting us know that his dad does indeed have an affair with the secretary. "Maybe he has his tongue deep in her pussy," Dimitri suggested.

"If I've had my face between my wife's thighs, I wouldn't be answering the phone either," Ansel says.

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

Jasper paces around the room while keeping insisting. If not for an idea forming in my mind, I wouldn't even bother with Senator Ross.

Finally, the senator replies. The phone is on speaker, so we can all hear the conversation.

"What now, Malaky?" the senator asks, his voice bored.

Even his father is tired of Malaky. What a surprise.

"If you want to see Malaky alive again, you better listen to what I'm about to say," Jasper says calmly.

There's some shuffle and some mumbling voices on the other end of the line before the senator asks, "Who are you?"

"You are not in any position to ask questions. I'm going to repeat myself one last time. We have Malaky. If you care about him, you will pay a ransom; if you don't, we'll send him to you piece by piece." There's silence on the other end for several seconds.

"How do I know this is not a scam?" the senator finally asks.

I grab Malaky's hair and say into his ear, "If you tell him anything about what happened, I'll cut your legs next."

I don't wait for Malaky to reply and let go of his hair.

Jasper holds the phone close to Malaky. "Let your father know how well we are treating you."

For one split second, I can see on Malaky's face that he wants to tell the truth but changes his mind before he opens his mouth. "Dad, please! I don't want to die," Malaky whimpers.

This finally catches the senator's attention as he says, "He might be useless, but he's my only son. How much money do you want?"

Jasper thinks for a moment before saying, "Half of a million. You have two hours to pay."

"Where do you think I'm going to pull out so much money in so little time?" the senator snarls.

"I don't know, and I don't care, but the house you have in the new residential area costs over three million. So don't come up with bullshit to not pay because money is something you don't lack," Jasper snarls before ending the call. "He'll pay. I know he will. But you need to give him more time," Malaky begs us.

I throw Malaky a glace full of hate. He might not see my face because of the mask, but I bet he feels the rage consuming me. "Two hours is more than enough. He better pay if you want to see the next sunrise," I say before stepping out of the cabin to breathe some fresh air.

I stop on the porch and look at the forest while I try to calm myself. This is too important to fuck up.

The sun is slowly setting, and it won't be long before stars start flickering in the sky. Olivia loves looking at them, so I should get her a telescope.

Jasper follows me. He stops next to me, his shoulder brushing against mine. I want to kill Malaky already so I can return home to Olivia and my son. I want to spend the night with my family, not with a rapist pig.

A monarch butterfly is flying close to a patch of wildflowers.

"I haven't felt the need to smoke since I learned what Maddox did, but right now, I feel like smoking several packs," I say. "Fucking pig!"

"How about we start eating sunflower seeds? It can help with the stress."