They Call Him Rage (The Wicked Saints Series - Book 1)

Chapter 4: Devil

Rages P.O.V

After everything settled down the girls had disappeared into one of the rooms. They still seemed shaken up. Well all but Myra. I had checked on her, just incase. But she looked like she had seen a ghost. I'll have to talk to Soldier about that later. Right now I need to check and see who Viking got.

I know I saw Archangel cuts and that hang around, had something to do with it. But I can't just let them get away with destroying my club. There was hell to pay and I was going to make it rain down on them.

As I walked down the hall that led to the cellar, I could hear faint screams coming from the door.

Once I unlocked it and made my way down, the screams i heard turned into a wailing cry. There was only one person down here, that I thought that could be. Ill get to her later, or maybe ill just let Soldier deal with her. I mean it was his blood anyways. The further I went down the hallway, the louder the sound of my heavy boots tracking down on the concrete floor. The sound bounced off the walls, making it sound like a gr0oup was walking with me. 

I could hear Vikings voice outside the last door, once I reached the end of the hall. Soldier was standing outside the door, arms crossed over his chest. 

"Blades already in there with Viking. Piece of shit wont talk, so Viking called Blade. He is still setting up." He snickered that last part.

One thing Blade was really good at was getting them to talk. He wasn't my Executioner for nothing. I walked into the room to see the back of Blade and Viking taking the guy from the chair and tying him to the rig hanging from the ceiling. The guys feet are still anchored to the base of the chair. 

He unlocks it from the chain at the base of the chair. Then takes the anklet cuff and locks it to the eye hook cemented into the floor directly below his feet. Gives less room to move their feet when they are stretched out like this. He cant be taller then 5'7"-5'8". about half a foot shorter than me. 

I can tell by his cut, that he must be new. I haven't had a run in with him yet. Seeing his name says Byte. 

"What the fuck kind of name is Byte?" I say. "You a piece of meat or something?" I ask. 

The name sounds dumb and really wanted to know what sane person could have a name like that. He just stares at me and then shrugs. Well as much as he could with his arms hanging about his head. 

That makes Viking pissed off and he balls up his right fist and throws a couple hits at his face and stomach. You can hear him grunting with each punch, but he doesn't say anything. Blade comes over with a small scalpel. Already knowing he is ready to work, Viking and I step back to give him the space. But we are close enough to still hear what is being said to him and when he does talk, we will hear it.

"Why'd they send you? I know none of the elites were here." he says, before muttering, 'To sloppy' to himself. There was no response, kid has got balls. 

Blade asks again, this time dragging the scalpel from his chest to naval, as he says "Why'd they send you?" As soon as he finishes the sentence, he removes the scalpel from his skin.

'Hmm' he hums to himself, but its still just loud enough for me to hear. He repeats the same question a couple more times, each time dragging the scalpel longer and deeper.  Still this guys doesn't speak. Only difference is now he has sweat forming across his forehead, while his eyebrows scrunch and blood is dripping down his chest. 

Blade walks back over to the tables with his tools and puts the scalpel down. He then grabs this bottle with a cloudy liquid. I look over at Viking. He just shrugs his shoulders and says, "Salt water." Just as I hearing hissing and the chains start to rattle.