Pyro's Final Flame : Twisted Iron MC

by Liberty Parker

  Pyro

  “Are you sure? Did Shadow triple check that information, Rogue?”

  “He did,” Rogue supplies. “He searched all the birth certificates and it all coincides with what else he found.”

  “How do I tell her this?” I ask, looking up toward the blue skies, hoping that if I have to keep this secret from her; it won’t destroy us in the process.

  “We don’t tell her. Not yet anyways,” Rogue states in a tone indicating he's not to be argued with on this decree. “We can’t until we know how this is all gonna play out.”

  “Fuck, Rogue. I was afraid you were gonna say that. She has enough secrets to forgive and now I’m adding to that.” Secrets and lies between us will haunt me until I’m able to share this tid-bit of information with her.

  “This isn’t on you, Pyro. But until we know what all of this means; we keep it to ourselves. Don’t even let Kolton find out you’ve managed to unearth this information. We have to protect the club, and your woman. We can’t give her a half-cocked report. When you present this to her, you need to have all your ducks in a row.”

  “I don’t like keeping this from my old lady, Rogue. But I’ll follow your orders.” I don’t add in the ‘for now,’ because if it comes down to it, and I think she needs to know all I’ve learned, I’ll tell her and reap my punishment later.

  “We’ll place it all on my shoulders when the time comes to inform her of this. I don’t mind being the bad guy every once in a while.”

  “Every once in a while?” I snort, thinking that he’s always taking on that role. He covers his men with their old ladies by doing this. I feel sorry for him when the women give him the cold shoulder when they think he’s the devil in disguise.

  “It’s my job to ensure my men’s happiness and safety. I don’t mind being on the opposing end of disapproving looks. Gotta go, I need to fill my growling belly.”

  “I thought your days of growing were over Pres.” I joke with him; we always give him a hard time about the amount of food he digests in one day. He can out eat any one of us morning, noon, and night.

  “I’ll forever be a growing boy. Talk to you later,” he says, disconnecting without even saying goodbye. Fucker.

  12

  Shara

  I’m vibrating with restless energy. Since Dad and Pyro are busy taking care of other things; I decide to scrub the house down from roof to floor. Pyro’s been off the phone for a while now, but he’s sitting on the porch, chain smoking. He has a perpetual scowl on his face so I decided sitting with him is out of the question. Dad’s still in his room; he hasn't come back out since he left to shower… a freaking hour ago. I don’t know what he’s hiding, but I know it’s something detrimental, and if I didn’t trust both of these men with my life I’d swear they’re trying to kill me slowly with curiosity and worry. Whatever it is, it’s humongous if he’s avoiding me like the plague. I’ll figure it out, one way or another.

  I’m on my hands and knees scrubbing when Pyro comes into the house. “We’ve got a job, Shara. Go get ready, little savage.”

  “Thank God, I was losing my mind,” I huff, standing up from where I was on the ground scrubbing the kitchen tiles. My back pops and I let out a relieved breath. The house looks sparkly and brand new, it’s as if we’ve recently moved in. Nodding my head in satisfaction, I head to our room to change out of my cleaning clothes into my work attire.

  “Today’s job is one that needs special attention,” he announces, walking in behind me.

  “Yeah, what’d this one do?” I inquire as I slip my jeans up over my waist.

  “Molested four young boys. This one’s nothing directly club related, just one Rogue was hired to tend to and he happily obliged. They tried to take the scum to trial, but it was dismissed due to some cop fucking up the evidence. They’ll never be able to make him ‘legally’ pay for his crimes. We’re gonna tag team this piece of shit.”

  “I love it when you talk dirty to me, DP.” It’s times like this that I’m happy I have a monster living inside of me. I’m gonna flay his dick wide open and pour acid down his shaft. Kids are innocent, it’s our jobs as adults to protect them and dole out retribution to where they can’t. He needs to know the pain and misery these kids suffered at his hands. In reality, he’s the predator, the monster. I’m just the lucky one who gets to help be his executioner.

  “Your eyes just lit up, little savage. You have something special planned for this one?”

  “You could say that.” I wink at him as I pull my top over my head.

  “You need me to braid your hair before we leave? Or are you gonna pull it up on top of your head?” He never stops tying his boots as he asks me this. If he did and looked my way, he’d see how much his offer means to me. My man, my big gruff biker, sat down with YouTube one night and learned how to French braid. I was his test subject, sitting patiently for hours while he braided, brushed, and did it again until he was satisfied he could do it without assistance. And now, he always offers to do this for me and it causes my heart to pitter-patter every single time.

  Without saying a word, I walk into the bathroom, grab my comb and hair tie. Sitting Indian style in front of his perched position on the bed, he spreads his legs and pulls my body closer. As he combs my hair into a nice, slick sheen, I can’t help but think about what a lucky woman I am.

  “You enjoy inflicting pain on those who are unable to defend themselves? Little fucking children? Taking what’s not freely offered to you? You’re a sick piece of shit, Mr. Wiseman… man, your name really is a pun where you’re concerned. Because you really do not make wise decisions now, do you?” I ask, grabbing a chunk of his hair and pulling his head back so I can look into his cowardly eyes.

  “Please, I’ll never do it again. I’ll pack my bags and leave… today, swear it,” he begs, eyes filled with water but his tears aren’t flowing down his cheeks. He really isn’t sorry, and I’d bet my entire year’s net worth that he’d definitely do this again. It’s been proven time and time again that these types of people cannot change. So, no, this man will not leave here unless it’s in a body bag, well, a tarp anyways.

  He’s nice and secure, tied up to the chair that’s going absolutely nowhere thanks to the skills of my talented old man. Pyro undoes the man's pants and exposes his nasty penis. I would normally laugh at such a tiny, shriveled up excuse of a dick; but considering it was used to harm children, there’s nothing I find comical about any of this. In fact, the sight alone makes me nauseous, but I manage to keep my composure knowing I’m helping do the world a favor. Pyro’s already gloved up, and so I put mine on. He begins to hand me a sharp, shiny, flaying knife as I’d mentioned earlier; only now, I’ve had a slight change of heart. “Nope,” I tell him, shaking my head. “Give me that old, dull, rusty steak knife.” I watch the devilish smirk grow upon my man’s face before he shoots me wink of approval. Mr. Wiseman begins to shout, scream, and beg again, so Pyro casually ties an old, piss-stained rag around his head; serving as a gag. “Much better,” I say in Pyro’s direction as the man’s obnoxious cries for mercy become muffled, barely to be heard by the naked ear alone.

  “Remember, Shara, this acid will eat right through those gloves. The more I think about it, I’m not so sure I want you doing this; at least not without the proper suiting,” he informs me.

  Stepping back, I fold my arms over my chest, knife pointing outward but still in my hand. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’ve known my plan for hours now and suddenly you want to go all hazmat safety only on me?” Looking down at the gloves covering my hands and back up at Pyro, I ask, “Aren’t these the same exact type of gloves that you and the others have used before when performing such a small task?” I look down at the man’s appendage, if you can even classify it as such, before bringing my gaze back up to my man and he nods. “It takes skill, and precision, I get it. But I’m literally only gonna pour a small amount into the larger hole I intend to make after I’m done using this,” I say to him, ext
ending the steak knife in his direction.

  “Easy there, butcher!” he raises his voice at me while simultaneously jumping backward. “Fine. Fucking fine, have it your way. But don’t say I didn’t warn you if something goes wrong. Sure would be a shame to ruin those beautiful hands before I have the chance to place a ring on one specific finger.” He bats his eyes at me, feigning annoyance while using what I feel is possible bribery to get me to reconsider.

  A snarky smirk grows on my face as I do find his antics rather amusing, but they won’t be stopping me. “Then I suppose I’ll just have to wear said ring on a necklace around my neck,” I rebut, puckering my lips, making a smooching sound at him.

  “Yeah, keep it up, and that won’t be the only thing you find around your neck, my little savage,” he huffs out.

  “Eh, promises, promises. Now, back to the task at hand. Oh, and it will be much easier if I don’t have you nervously hovering over my shoulder,” I inform him.

  He tosses his hands in the air, displaying defeat, and I feel invigorated. My inner demon begins to crawl out from the dark hidden crevices of my mind and as she makes her full presence known; I begin to come alive on an entirely different level. “Time for your new-age circumcision,” I say out loud as I grab the tip of this scumbag’s dick, exposing the slit to his pee hole. I can hear Pyro doing a horrible job of withholding his chuckle behind me as the coward attempts to squirm and holler out; neither of which do him any good. Once I’ve got it exactly where I have a good enough grip and vision, I begin mindlessly sawing across the top of it, and it doesn’t take as long as I thought to draw the first drop of blood. No pun intended, but it is honestly like attempting to saw into a tough, grisly, piece of sausage. My hand begins to grow tired as several minutes pass and I’ve not flayed him open enough to my liking just yet. However, there is a nice, steady flow of blood; some of which I’m now wearing on my clothing. But, for the most part, the asshole himself is sitting in a small pool of his own making. I begin to notice another liquid releasing and mixing with the blood and it doesn’t take me long to smell that it’s urine. “Ouch,” I say, as I look up at him, “bet that isn’t making this any better for you. But, I’m always happy to help in any way I can be of service. I mean, who am I to stop you from relieving yourself, right?” I lean down and into his ear before I whisper, “Bet it adds to the burn, huh?” He nods his head and I reply, “Good! Now, back to business,” I finish before I begin using the knife to gnaw back into the flesh of his dick. His eyes begin to roll back into his head and I’m afraid he’s going to pass out. “DP? Give him a small something to take the edge off the pain. I want you wide awake for the grand finale,” I tell him as I smack both of his cheeks to aid in his consciousness.

  Pyro gives him a small dose of a pain medication through an injection, and before we both know it, he’s really trying anything he can to escape and cry out. “What the fuck? That’s an odd reaction. Huh? I guess it took more of the edge off than I thought and gave him a bit of energy,” Pyro says with a bewildered look bestowed upon his face as he cups his own chin.

  “Now, there,” I tell the child endangering monster as I finish my last few not so easy glides of the knife. I set the bloody knife down on the table beside me. Next, I look at Pyro to hand me the miniature drum, and by miniature, I’m talking it’s not much bigger than a shot glass. He takes a deep breath before cautiously handing it over to me. Looking back to Mr. Wiseman, I notice his pace of breathing is extremely erratic, his forehead is laced in beads of sweat, and patches of crimson-colored blotches have surfaced on his visible flesh. “Beginning to feel the reaper creep in are we?” I taunt him, only I’m unsure if this reaction is fear-based or something else. Oh well, I shrug to myself before tilting the mini barrel as I watch it pour over what’s left of his shredded member. His eyes dilate and grow even wider as it bubbles and eats away the remaining flesh. “Man, that is one disgusting sight, isn’t it?” I turn to look at my man whose face is as pale as the driven snow. He’s cupping his junk while he begins to gag and look away. “You’re joking?” I barely get my rhetorical question out through the laughter that’s now broken free.

  “I need some water,” Pyro tells me, choking on each word as he says them, causing me to roll my eyes.

  “Go get your water, little boy. Let the grown-up finish watching her masterpiece play out in here,” I continue teasing him and he turns briefly, giving me a glare that lets me know that I’ve taken this one too far and I will be punished in my own way later. Shooting him a wink, I make sure he knows just how excited I am for it. “Can’t wait, my dark prince.” Pyro exits momentarily in search of something to sip on and calm his nausea. Looking back at my victim, I notice he’s struggling like nothing I’ve ever witnessed before just to catch a single breath. “Amazing,” I murmur to myself, “damn, I am good.”

  Startling me, Pyro re-enters the room. “Fucker’s having a heart attack I think,” he tosses out. As I turn to look at him he’s got a bottle of water in one hand and blotting his face with a damp rag with the other one. “Can’t honestly say I blame him. Not that he’s undeserving of anything we’ve done here today, just stating the obvious.”

  Removing my gloves, I lay them on the table and place my now formed fists upon my hips. “We? You haven’t done shit yet besides get queasy like a little girl.” I realize in this moment that I’ve taken my teasing one step too far as his eyes grow darker than I’ve witnessed in some time now. Oh, fuck.

  He places both his water and cloth near my gloves on the table and locks me into his sight as a missile does on its target. As he approaches me, he’s removing his belt from the loops of his jeans. I want to retreat but am frozen in place. Once I’m within his reach, in one swift motion, he has me bent over his propped knee. Reaching behind me, I cover my ass with my hands which only frustrates him further. “You’re only making this worse, my little savage.” With my eyes tightly shut, I remove my hands from the firing zone and prepare to feel the sting. The first lashing connects and I yelp out so loud I’m certain the people in town could hear. “Little girl, huh? Are little girls strong enough to hold one of the greatest underground fighters over their knee?” I can hear the swoosh of the leather fly through the air before it smacks the cheeks of my ass. “It’s all fun and games until it’s punishment time, huh?” One more blow to my rear and he lets me back up. “Now, remember this next time before you go popping off at the mouth without thinking.”

  My hands slide to my backside and I rub my bum as I stare him directly in the eyes and nod. “Sir, yes sir,” I respond with an exaggerated salute as I waddle my way out of his immediate reach, hands still soothing what I know are tiny welts on my ass. As unpleasant as that might’ve seemed to others, the masochistic side of me feeds off the pain.

  Pyro

  I smirk at her retreat as I anticipate a fun time punishing her later for her smart mouthed ways. Following her, I stop dead in my tracks as she’s standing over a still formed Mr. Wiseman. “Son-of-a-bitch! You just had to go to extremes and forbid me my own playtime.” I let out an exaggerated breath as the tension builds up, ready to explode.

  Her mouth gapes open and then closes a few times before she can’t help herself, and begins giving me shit all over again. “Well, if you hadn’t sat back like a bump on a log, gagging like a prepubescent kid, you could’ve had some time to assist me, DP.”

  “A bump on a fucking log? You’ve got to be shitting me, Shara. I was the one handing you instruments and helping you to prepare him for torture.” I’m ready to light her ass on fire with the palm of my hand for her sassy mouth.

  “I’ll give you that, Pyro. You were a good assistant,” she smirks, placing her hands on her hips, popping them out to one side.

  “Woman, you’re testing my goddamned patience right now. I needed this as much as you did.” My hands ache to show her exactly how much the need to lay down punishment is overwhelming me in this moment. Again, I check for a pulse, hoping that it’s just become fai
nt and not flatlined. “Definitely a goner,” I say through a frustrated breath. “Fuck.”

  “Guess the pain was too unbearable? It was an accident, Asher. Shit, you know I’d never purposely allow my thirst for blood to leave no room to quench yours. It’s always a team effort,” she tells me with tones of empathy entwined through each word.

  “Just how it goes sometimes.” I begin to allow myself to shrug it off. “I’ll call in the clean-up crew. You should probably go ahead and get yourself changed and those clothes bagged up and ready to burn.”

  “On it,” she replies before leaving me to finalize the night's events.

  13

  Pyro

  It’s been a few days since Kolton arrived. He and Shara have spoken minimally about the past; but nothing that’s been satisfactory on her end. He’s been evasive about what he’s shared, which is driving her to the point of insanity. Shadow is still digging deep into the dark web, trying to unravel the rest of the secrets Kolton’s harboring. My gut is screaming that something big is fixing to take place, and Twisted Iron will be on the receiving end. Rogue and I have been meeting secretly, coming up with a plan of action should we find ourselves on the defensive end of the Death Destructorz mayhem. I have this nagging feeling that they know exactly where Shara’s been and have been waiting in the shadows to jump out and start war to bring her back within their fold. Which will only happen if my body’s been dead and buried. She’s mine, she’s Twisted Iron, fuck that pussy wannabe MC.