Knife's Property

T W E N T Y

Celebratory chapter to celebrate the name change!! Yay

Also happens to fall on a chapter from Knife's POV.

"Please stop! I don't know anything, I promise." The man hanging before me cries out in agony, his weak body hangs limply from the restraints holding him up. I hum in response and continue my work as usual.

He's not my first choice but beggars can't be choosers.

His scream is too nasally for me to full enjoy, it still gets my blood going and my adrenaline pumping but it's not as good as the hoarse groan of a masculine man who accepts his defeat. Usually in the form of pissing and shitting his pants while I cut up his leathery skin.

God, the thought alone makes me hard.

However, the slightly sweet sound of his screams are not doing anything for me. In fact, they make me angrier.

They fucking took her.

They thought they could touch her and walk out of this alive?

I spare an angered glance at the bodies thrown to the side, bodies of people who thought they could help someone from taking my property. Mine.

My fucking Strawberry.

I knew it was a set up as soon as we got within visual distance of the compound and there was no commotion of bikers trying to defend themselves. There was no one.

Not a fucking soul.

Except for her.

Evelyn, someone my Sugar has a soft spot for. A soft spot that got her in this situation. She was waiting for us, not a cut on her skin, looking fucking terrified. She had a right to be terrified.

As soon as she is back in my arms and healed, she's breaking those ties.

The piece of shit I'm carving tries to shy away from my new instrument, a beautiful blade that ends in multiple spikes. It resembles a strawberry, the red blood paints the metal a beautiful dark shade of red.

I had planned on using this blade on Strawberry the first time, I was going to carve a part of me into her thigh, her shoulder, her stomach..

But plans change.

I used it two hours ago on the first Mad Bastards member that was found. And then his wife. And then their housekeeper and so on.

His choked sobs are ignored as I finish my masterpiece. I step back and admire my work.

"Nice." Kyle comments. I glance over at him and see he's covered in splatters of blood, his black clothes shining when he turns to face my work.

I grunt in acknowledgement and tap my finger against my thigh.

The man before me cries pitifully, he's soiled his trousers more than once since he was brought down here an hour ago and the smell is starting to irritate me.

I grab his jaw and force his downturned face up to look me in the eye. He blinks up at me with bloodshot green eyes before squeezing his eyes shut and silently crying.

"I've been nice so far but I'm starting to get really fucking tired of you not answering my questions. Now, you have two options here. You either tell me the information I want to know or tell me someone who will know."

"I-I don't know who would know, I promise. The only two who would have any information would be Lizard or Pepsi and they're the ones you can't find." He sniffs, his face contorting in pain at the action. "Maybe Heather would know but I haven't talked to him in weeks. And I've never seen Pepsi before, only a few people have. Lizard and Heather being two of them."