Chapter 93: Bye Traitors, Part I

Chapter 93: Bye Traitors, Part I
Third Person

The soft vibrations of a phone on the side table woke the twins from the best sleep they had had in almost a month. For nearly a whole month, Sophie was gone. Matlock was already awake, using the time to hold his baby girl sleeping peacefully on his naked chest. Her soft snores of exhaustion were music to his ears. He had been tracing the ragged scars that now marred her back. They were careful not to pour wax on any of her marks, instead letting the ice trace the heated skin. Every time his fingers grazed her molded flesh, it was a reminder of what she had survived. He was beaming with pride. She was so strong.

He was more relaxed about everything since the plane ride. One of their staff doctors returned to the main room of the aircraft after treating their newest prisoners. While Sophie was asleep, he checked her injuries. The scabs on her back mainly had disappeared, leaving behind the soft, pink scars that would forever adorn her skin. The guys were angry and upset when they first saw the marks, but seeing she was almost fully healed made it more tolerable. The doctor noticed there was a restitch and applied some more antibacterial ointment. The doctor was also satisfied with the treatment with her wrists and ankles and, with permission from Matlock, gave her a sedative to help her sleep. He hooked her up to an IV with some preventative antibiotics during the nine-hour plane ride home, and she slept for an additional twelve hours after that in Matlock’s bed.

Matlock kissed Sophie’s forehead as Asher raised his head from his pillow, angrily grabbing the buzzing phone. “What?” He demanded, still groggy and half asleep—a few grunts from Asher listening to the person on the other end.

“Okay… Get them ready. We will be there in about an hour,” Asher ordered before clicking off the phone, not giving the other person a chance to reply.

“Who was that?” Matlock asked his son.

“Uh, Landon. He says Doc has cleared Reese and Hunter for interrogation,” Asher responded, yawning. He leaned over and kissed Sophie’s soft cheek before begrudgingly getting out of bed. He walked over to Zion’s side, waking him with a shove and whispering about their requested presence so they wouldn’t wake Sophie. Zion repeated Asher’s earlier actions by kissing his girl on her exposed shoulder before crawling out of bed, and they headed to their rooms to get ready.

Matlock kissed Sophie once more on the forehead before slowly moving her off his chest and going to the bathroom to get ready.

He was dressed in an all-black suit, looking like the bringer of death that he was known to be. He scribbled a little note for Sophie when she woke up, along with a water bottle and some medicine for her. He kissed her one last time before heading out of the room. Ares and Anubis, while still growing pups, were already handling their protection training like professionals, so he gave them orders to stay with Sophie and keep her safe. They happily bounded into the room and lay at the foot of the bed.

Matlock met the boys out in the hallway. They, too, were dressed in all-black suits, looking just as handsome and deadly as their father. All three of them wore the stoic mafia leader look, the same look that had grown men pissing in their pants just being in the same room as them.

They acknowledged the men standing tall as they passed them and headed toward the entrance of their private quarters. Six armed guards lined the private hallway, and six more armed guards were in the main hallway on the top floor, an additional thirty throughout the other floors, twelve more armed guards in the main lobby at all times, and a minimum of twenty walking around the perimeter of the estate in addition to the upgraded security measures. Matlock wasn’t taking any more risks, and as far as he was concerned, Sophie was not going anywhere without at least twenty armed men at all times.

While their outer appearance gave the promise of pain and suffering, they were pretty jovial on the inside, still feeling fully satiated from their night of erotic festivities, knowing their darling girl was passed out from their extracurricular activities. They exchanged a quiet, knowing look during the silent car ride.

The entourage of fancy cars sped through the country streets, which were still covered in darkness, as it was just after midnight. The desolate country turned into a bustling city landscape, with late-night partyiers wandering the streets, prime time for their more illegal distributions.

Soon enough, the caravan pulled up to their office building. At a staggering one hundred and twenty-five floors, it was the largest skyscraper in the whole city. But that was on top. About twelve stories below ground, there was a sizeable secret warehouse known to most of the men as the Dungeon. It was an elaborate labyrinth of tunnels and vault-like cells.

The biometrics were top-tier and superior to a military base. It took fifteen minutes to navigate through the garage and into the secured elevator, descending into the depths of their real playpen and the interrogation room.

This particular interrogation room was full of oxymorons. It was a hospital-grade sterilized white room with sterilized equipment used for the most heinous of tortures. Even the five drains on the floor looked brand new.

The halogen lights were bright and stark, bouncing off all the white walls and steel furniture.

The Anderson men waltzed right in and went to hang up their suit coats in the corner. They didn’t acknowledge the two traitors hanging by their wrists in the middle of the room. Their faces were swollen with dried blood, and their battered bodies were colored every shade of black, blue, and purple. Drops of blood were dried on the clean white tiles below their dangling naked feet. They were awake, and yet they said nothing. They were nearly naked, only their stained boxers providing some resemblance of modesty.

Landon and Zeke were in the room, washing their hands from the beatdown they had just finished. They smiled when they saw their bosses. The twins embraced their faithful commanders while Matlock finished rolling up his sleeves. “You all look rested, and should I say… sated? How’s Sophie?” Landon teased with a knowing look on his face. The twins smiled brightly and said, “She will not get out of bed for a while.” They made sure to speak up, knowing their once closest friends were listening and it would bring them pain to hear such a thing. Sure enough, Reese couldn’t contain a grunt.

“You don’t deserve her,” he spat, but his voice was weak.

“No, we don’t. But she is ours nonetheless, and we just worshipped her mind, body, and soul like the Queen she is,” Zion spat back.

Matlock remained silent, just observing the hanging boys, cocking his head to study them.

“Good evening, boys. I trust you recognize this room?” Matlock asked sarcastically when he was finally ready to begin. The boys hanging by the metal chains said nothing. Their glares were meaningless, as each could barely see through their swollen eyelids. Matlock noticed the very subtle dilation in their eyes as he stared at them, letting the awkward silence affect them. They were becoming afraid, which is what he wanted.

“Well, let’s get started,” he said with an evil smile. He walked over to a steel table lined against the wall. There was a box of poisons and venoms that they liked to use on their victims. He went to the box, and the boys swallowed. Landon, Zeke, and the twins just smirked.

Without even looking at the two hanging prisoners, Matlock opened the box but started to remove the false bottom. “I can’t tell you how disappointed I am in you two. We took you in. We fed and clothed and brought you into our inner circles. You both were some of my best interrogators, too. But a good boss,” he paused and looked at the two frightened men while bringing out a tiny black box, “doesn’t reveal all of his secrets.”

Hunter and Reese started thrashing, trying to get free even though every ounce of their body and soul were screaming in agony. The black box was supposed to be a myth, a scare tactic. If it was real, then these men were about to be in the most excruciating pain. Watching Matlock put on leather gloves.

“Dad, is that…” Zion started to ask but trailed off. Even the boys had only heard about the little black box; they had never seen it.

“Yes, son,” Matlock answered. He opened the box, which looked like a paint pallet inside, and inside was a small vile of clear liquid. He approached the hanging men.

“Boys, what I tell you next, will not leave this room. You will take this knowledge to your graves. This is the black box. The myth is true. This is reserved for the most heinous of grievances. And you dickhead boys,” he spat, looking at Hunter and Reese, “you both committed the highest form of treason. Not only did you betray this mafia, you betrayed your brothers in arms. You betrayed your friends. And you took our Queen and hurt her. I would have just ordered your death for your treason, but since you hurt Sophie, you are going to pay with your blood before you pay with your life.” Reese and Hunter both shuddered with fear.

“Now Ash, Z, Landon, Zeke, pay close attention. You can see these four different pallets. Your maternal great-grandfather made this. He extracted these deadly concoctions from some of the rarest and most deadly species on earth and turned them into poisonous powders, much like the other viles that we have in our interrogation box. But these, these are special. Add a drop of this serum, which makes the poison ten times more potent.

This black one is from an albino Inland Taipan. It’s paralytic and has hemolytic properties, which means that it will damage and break red blood cells. A single bite can kill many elephants. The dark blue is from an Eastern Brown Snake. It can cause convulsions, renal failure, paralysis, and even cardiac arrest. This red powder is from a brown recluse spider, which can cause ulcers and blisters. And this gold powder is my favorite. Necrotizing fasciitis is a flesh-eating bacteria that causes the body's soft tissue death. It is excruciating and very slow spreading. And you, fine young pathetic excuses for piles of shit, are going to experience each one before you die a horribly, painful death.

Once we apply some of these particles to their skin and open wounds, which Landon and Zeke did a great job warming them up, we will then demonstrate what it means to be a real dominant in the Anderson Mafia. These little bitches are going to regret ever messing with us.

Buckle up, buttercups; not even the devil will want your souls when we are done with you.”