The Dividing Line: ABSOLUTION #COMPLETED (Book 3)

38 ѱ BETRAYAL (BWWM)

(Friday, 08/09/2019 9:00 am)

TRAITOR

"The Brotherhood has remained strong since our forefathers first swore their allegiance to the Führer. Even after the Americans entered WWII, we still might have won had it not been for gutless sniveling traitors who were soulless, godless heathens just... like... you. Because they had no concept of loyalty or honor, those men always found themselves destined to betray the cause. Like those who bowed down to weak bastards in the old days, your worthless ass betrayed your fellow brethren and sisters all because of your selfish needs," the old man ground the words through his teeth. His pencil-thin brick red lips nearly disappeared on his face as he continued to criticize the traitor for failing to keep the promise all the members had sworn to uphold.

Deep red blushed across his skin as the color rose from his neck to the top of his bald head. It emphasized his appearance in the most unflattering manner adding to the visage of the madman he reflected as spittle flew from his mouth, showering the younger man's face. Enraged beyond reason, the age worn hand that was riddled with liver spots instinctually reached down to grab the pistol situated above his right hip.

His odd movements spoke of the trigger-happy spirit residing in his soul. From time to time, a show of unchecked histrionics provided a glimpse of the man's true nature. Though he was indeed a cold blooded killer with numerous untold lives notched in his conscience, the decision to refrain from taking a life had nothing to do with him. No matter how badly he desired to shot the man, he now considered his enemy, it wasn't the time to put a bullet in his head. There were higher forces in play. So instead of murdering the traitor, the old man opted to beat his captive until life barely clung to the person he saw as a waste of a human being.

"You have no idea what kind of hell has been unleashed on this entire organization because of your misguided antics. I received a call from someone I haven't worked with in over a decade because too many questions have started rolling in asking what kind of 'wild west' operation we're running around here."

The beaten man's body slumped forward as his aggressor repeatedly slapped him across the face unleashing fury that spilled over like a pot of oil boiling a drop of water came in contact with it. Had the victim not been tied to a chair, he most certainly would have landed face-first on the floor. The captive's silence only served to generate more hostility as the man unrelentingly punched and swung on him.

The aggressor was laser-focused on the possibility of the unwanted exposure now facing The Brotherhood's movements. Poor planning and a lack of execution set in motion the potential for their organization to suffer a mortal wound to their leadership and members.

Another slap landed with such force to the space between his temple and ear that he literally saw stars leaving him dizzy-spinning and on the verge of passing out. To weakened to resist or reply, his head hung down, defeated by the workover.

"It's foolish assholes like you who cause centuries' worth of spilled blood, sweat, and suffering to get flushed right down the drain. What was your real reason for betraying your family? Do you even know? Do you have a justifiable explanation for the destruction you wrought on everyone because of your own selfish shit? Or were you just motivated by plain old stupidity and wickedness?"

The old man hovered over him, drenched in sweat smelling like hellfire and brimstone as he spewed out the putrid scent of vinegar from his whiskey-soured mouth. Each question went unanswered, earning the young man another blow to the head. Attempts to beat a groan or even the slightest whimper out of the victim were denied, but his questions still went unanswered as the assault continued.