Free Bringing Harmony (Ops Warriors MC) by Harley McRide

Easy said.
    Both of the prisoners leaned back with a sneer and ignored what they were saying. Apparently they weren’t afraid of someone telling their boss they were talking, that was interesting, most guys would be worried about that.
    “No, brothers,” Creed said and held up his hand. “We are done fucking around with these two little pissants, the threats are not working, you can see that, these guys are pros.”
    One of the guys smiled and lifted his chin to the other one, idiots. They really thought they were something.
    “Okay, boss.” Easy shrugged and pulled off his bag he was carrying over his shoulder. “Then since they like to torture people to get information out of them, let’s see how they like it when we do it back. I remember every single scar on Freedom’s body they gave her. I think we can get them to talking.”
    “But they didn’t get Freedom to talk,” Poke reminded him.
    “I know, that is ‘cause they were doing it wrong, they were in the right area for torture. But when you are messing with cutting people, the key is to cut into the muscles and not just the surface, that way the blood flows faster, because the muscles are full of blood when they are stressed. Take a finger,” Easy said and reached to one of the guy’s hands that were cuffed to the chair. The guys didn’t have time to respond, Easy gripped it and snapped it. “See, look at how the blood is pooling at the wound.”
    Creed leaned over the screaming man. “Oh yeah, look at that, it is turning purple.”
    “Yeah, that’s ‘cause the blood is rushing to it,” Easy said and then pulled out a knife and held it up to his friends. “If I were to cut it off now, the blood would shoot out like no ones business.”
    The man who they didn’t touch was looking at them in horror and trying to move his chair away.
    “Wait, hombre ,” Monk said. “Let me give this a go.”
    Monk reached down and grabbed one of the man’s fingers who was trying to get away and snapped it. He screamed and Monk laughed. “Yeah, look at that, purple.”
    “Cool, guys, but we need some answers, and so let’s move on to the lessons that are really going to make an impact,” Fork said.
    For the next hour, Easy and Poke showed the guys how to get the maximum amount of blood pooled to a joint or limb to cause the maximum amount of bleeding. Fingers, toes, knees, elbows, nothing was left untouched or unbroken on the men. They screamed and cried as Poke and Easy showed the guys the way to break a bone. But they never asked them any questions, they ignored them when they cried out they would talk.
    “Cool, now that we have blood pockets all over the body,” Easy said, “the fun part starts.”
    “Really?” Monk said. “‘Cause that was pretty fun to watch, man.”
    “Oh yeah,” Poke said. “Easy is the master of bleeding a dude out. I have seen him drain a fuckin' dude in like three minutes, never hitting the main arteries. It was slow and painful, longest three minutes of my fucking life, ‘cause the screaming is terrible the whole time, up to the last second.”
    “Cool,” Creed said and looked at Easy and nodded.
    “So…” Easy said and held up the knife.
    “Wait,” one of the men yelled. “We are in a prison, you can’t kill us in here, it is illegal.”
    Monk laughed and looked at Creed. “Boss, you here?”
    “Nah, man, I am at the club at a party right about now,” Creed said. “I got fifty people that say so.”
    “You will never get away with this,” the other one cried. “He knows everything.”
    “Yeah, he who?” Fork laughed. “‘Cause the only one who we are worried about is the one who is behind all this. You and your little pissant friends who think they run this place are not the head guy. He is too smart; you all have been running fast and loose with shit, making more problems for him than what he wants. I bet he expects you are gonna die.”
    “No, he doesn’t, he can’t put a hit on us or he would