malefaction : awsten knight

6

TW: Gore (brief talk of blood & torture)

It was Wednesday, which meant they were having the weekly meeting at the club going over everything that was happening behind the scenes with the business.

There was no easy way to explain exactly what Awsten was in charge of.

The club on it's own was a front for an underground drug cartel that had been around since before he was born, due to this Awsten made it a point to only have men in the club who had absolutely no interest in any of the things that they were working with.

As much as he didn't consider them friends, he would never be able to forgive himself if they got wrapped up in some shit like that.

It was funny in a sick and twisted way, he worked directly with some of the biggest drug dealers the country had ever seen when he had never even thought to touch weed and had never taken a sip of alcohol.

He already had enough on his plate, and he knew that if he ever brought substances like that into his life he would fold in an instant.

There was too much riding on him to lose himself to something of that nature.

"Where is Otto? He's supposed to be sitting in on this meeting so he knows exactly where the next drop is, and what he's supposed to be looking out for." Awsten asked Lucas dryly, while glancing at the other guys in the room hoping that someone had an answer for his question.

"Wait Geoff isn't here either, where the fuck are the both of them?"

He sighed when he noticed the pained look on Jawn's face sitting across from him.
"Who did he kill this time?"

Jawn let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head gently. "Travis brought someone into the station who was being charged with domestic violence ending in manslaughter-"

He was cut off abruptly by a blood churning scream from the other side of the office door.

"Did he fucking bring him here?" Awsten asked exhausted, another scream coming from the main club floor. "Oh for fucks sake."

He walked over to the door throwing it open, and tilting his head to the side admiring the modern day torture Otto was inflicting on the man laying on the club floor. Otto had one of the mans arms in his hands, no longer attached to his body dangling it in the mans face

Awsten was pretty sure the most terrifying part of it all was the fact that no matter who he killed, he was always whistling Tiptoe Through The Tulips like it was some sort of B roll horror movie.

"Hey psychopath!" Awsten called out, gaining Otto's attention.

He stifled a laugh when Otto held up the mans arm, waving at him with the severed limb. "Hey buddy!" he replied happily, still waving.

"Thank fuck I have a strong stomach, because that is fucking deranged. If you're going to kill people in the club can you at least make sure that they aren't screaming please?" Awsten asked as kindly as he possibly could.

"Oh yeah my bad hang on!" Otto yelled back quickly, grabbing the mans jaw prying it open and shoving the hand directly into his mouth muffling his screams all together. "Is that good?" he genuinely asked with a smile on his face.