Chapter 53


    Gannon


    For two days, I listened to his screams when they finally cut out. Liam sighs and pouts,


    “Pussy! I wanted to feed him his bowel first.” Liam growls, looking down at Doyle’s limbless body.


    “Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you removed his heart,” I say, pointing to his


    hand. Liam looks at the hand that is holding Doyle’s heart. “Oh, yeah, that would have done it,” he


    says, tossing it over his shoulder.


    My skin itches from all the blood caked on it. Thick like gravy, I was surprised hested this long, and if


    it wasn’t for the blood bags Liam got, he probably would have died yesterday when we removed his


    arms. Liam whistles happily when the bell rings, signaling someone is here.


    “Yes! Customers. Missed my calling, I did. I reckon my steaks look pretty good. Wonder if they want to


    try my marinated Doyle steaks or the Doyle sausage,” Liam says, excitedly taking the tray he had been


    cing his were-steaks on. He was taking the butchering too seriously. Iugh as he grabs his tray and


    races to the front of the store before I hear the shrill scream of a woman before the bells sounded as


    she rushes out.


    “But it is a delicacy! Marinated him myself for 12 hours!” I hear Liam call out to her. I shake my head,


    taking my rubber apron off. I hang it on the hook next to the freezer door. Liames in with his tray in


    hand, looking rather upset that the woman, whoever she was, didn’t want to try his Doyle steaks.


    “Wasted all that time marinating those,” he says, tossing the tray on the counter. He washes his knives


    and ces them in his satchel. Grabbing the soap, I scrub my hands clean when Liam growls. Peering


    over my shoulder to see him ring down at Doyle.


    “Bloody bastard, look what you did! You owe me a new apron! You better hope I can wash this out!” he


    snarls, taking off his apron. I raise an


    “What? He got his filthy blood on it. Look at this!” he says, trying to clean his apron in cold water. “He


    turned it pink. I’ll just say it is salmon. I can pull off salmon, right?” Liam growls, scrubbing his apron


    that he hase to love.


    “I’d like to see someone tell you that you can’t,” Iugh before looking down at my jeans. Not even the


    apron could save them. I sigh, walking out through the shop to the car and retrieving the bag from the


    trunk. I always brought spare clothes. The town square was pretty quiet as I finally got outside. There


    are plenty of stares, but no one dared say anything. I was kind of waiting for them to break out in a


    dance, like a sh mob, with the way the noise stopped abruptly, and everyone froze.


    Shaking my head, I pop the trunk, grab a fresh shirt, and pull it on. Hearing the butcher’s shop bell


    jingle, I nce over my shoulder, and a scream rings out from an elderlydy sitting out front of the


    bakery eating a scone under a blue and white umbre.


    Liam struts out naked, drenched from head to toe in blood. He shakes off some congealed blood that


    has plopped on his foot as he shakes his head. His apron is clutched in his hand, and he shakes it out.


    “That is noting in the car. Put it in the trunk,” I tell him.


    “But how will it dry?he whines.


    “I gotta grab Logan and Oliver. The kids will freak if they see you like that,” I tell him when a shrtek


    reaches my ears, and a crowd forms around the old woman.


    “Are you itchy?” Liam asks, scratching his balls. I chuckle, shaking my head when people rush over to


    the small bakery. Liam nces over there, and so do I and I see the old woman choking. Another


    woman pats her back frantically, and Liam sighs and shakes his head before


    He starts performing the heimlich maneuver on her, which was a sight to see. Everyone scatters as he


    grabs her. His arms wrapped around her, his naked ass tensing as he performed the task. A piece of


    scone flies from her mouth, and she sucks in a breath before he lets her go. The woman copses on


    the ground and Liam clicks his tongue, sitting her up, his junk right in her face. She gasps, her eyes


    going wide when she realizes his dick is like an inch off her face. She looks up at him with wide eyes.


    Liam winks at her. “I got something you can choke on, love,” he says, blowing her a kiss. She looks at


    him, appalled, his dick pping her cheek as he turns to walk back to the car. I snort and shake my


    head at him as he leans into the trunk to retrieve some clothes.


    He pulls on some shorts and a tank top before moving toward the passenger side, and I jump in the


    driver’s seat, starting the car. The engine revs loudly as I tear out of the town square, headed for the


    orphanage. Liam lights a smoke, and I click my fingers at him before he growls, pulling the smoke from


    between his lips and handing it to me and lighting another. I drawback on the smoke weaving through


    the streets to get the kids.


    “So what do you n on doing with them, anyway? Since when did you be fatherly?” Liam asks,


    and I shrug. I never gave much


    thought to kids until I met Abbie. Maybe I could keep them? I shake the idea away. Abbie might not


    want kids. I suppose we would see when I got her back.


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    “I’m not keeping them,” I tell him.


    “So, why are we taking them?”


    “rice,” I tell him.


    “Ah, I see, a fine woman. Too bad she could never have kids. She would have been an excellent


    mother if she was given the chance at having her own kids,” Liam says.


    “Well, she is a mother. She practically raised Kyson and half the servant’s kids, yourself included.


    rice will look after them, and love them.” i tell him, and Liam nods.


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