Mad Dog (Angel’s Rebellion MC: #2) (Angel's Rebellion MC), стр. 103
After the guys had told us about the room, Viper had asked them all kinds of questions and on hearing one certain detail he had asked if they would go back and install a camera so he could make sure what he was thinking was correct. And sure enough, it was, and from that one detail our plan was born. Doom and Slaughter entered the room and Doom removed the camera from the top of the TV entertainment center.
“Got it all removed?” I inquired.
“Yeah, Prez. All done,” Doom replied, and I nodded at him.
“What's the time?”
“Ten thirty,” murmured Doom.
“If y'all are done, let's go get settled, we have no idea when he will get here,” I stated as Ava and I turned toward the doorway.
“I'll be a moment, Prez. Wanna check something,” Blood responded to my directive.
“Sure thing, Brother,” I replied.
Once in the spare room, other than the use of penlights, we didn't turn on any lights as we waited. We got as comfortable as we could as we sat on the floor. I had Ava sitting between my legs, her back against my chest. I kept my arms around her with my hands resting over our baby and she laid hers on top of mine. The decision to stay hidden was just in case something unforeseen happened, and he managed to get home without anyone knowing.
Blood came into the room with Miller's own slip knot rope. I smiled. That would be even better to use than the one we had brought with us.
“We'll use his,” he said, and we all agreed with him.
All the Brothers had been instrumental in forming this plan, but Viper taught me the most. I'd learned a lot on how to think outside the box listening to him as he went over the things that needed to be done. Shit that I wouldn't have thought of. But he was right, it was better to be safe than sorry on all aspects of this or any type of situation.
Eleven-thirty a text came in that Miller had left the country club and was headed our way. Eleven-fifty a text came in stating he was driving all over the road. Fuck. I hoped his ass didn't get pulled over before he ever got home. Twelve-ten, he was at the gate to the gated community. Twelve-thirteen, he pulled into his driveway. Show time.
We had talked this out earlier and had agreed to look at each other often as we followed his progress through the house, we all wanted to be on the same page with our thoughts. We heard him come in, then we heard a crash and cussing as he made his way down the hallway toward his room. A door shut and it was quiet for about fifteen minutes which we figured he was spending in the bathroom.
Then the door opened up and he was talking, Blood raised his hand with his phone in it and we all nodded, thinking Miller was on his phone. But the more we listened, we could tell he was drunkenly talking to himself. We heard a bang, more cussing, then it sounded like he settled into bed. We had decided to wait thirty minutes before approaching him. Ten minutes later and the man was snoring so loud that the neighbors could have heard him.
Blood and Slaughter got up and we followed suit. When we entered the room, Blood and Slaughter worked together in complete unison, it was a thing of beauty to watch. I had no idea that they could do the shit they were doing so quietly and so fast. Yes, I knew they were trained SEALS, but since I'd never been in the military or around to see anything like this, I'd had no clue that they could work so seamlessly in total silence. My respect for them grew in leaps and bounds.
They had the ball gag and the leather bondage choke collar on him in less than two minutes, if that. He never stirred. They swung his legs off the side of the bed, pulled him up by his arms into a sitting position and the fucker still didn't wake up.
“Fuck,” whispered Slaughter. “Bastard must have taken a sleeping pill. He's out cold.”
They leaned down and each put one of Miller’s arms around their shoulders and dragged the bastard down to the playroom. While Doom put a porn video into the DVD player and got it going on the TV, Slaughter and Blood got him on his playroom bed, hooked the collar to the rope then the rope to the mechanism on the canopy hoist. He was so out of it that Slaughter had to stay behind him to hold him up. We wanted the motherfucker to know he was meeting his maker, or we could have ended it right then.
“Damn, Prez. Not sure if he's even gonna wake up,” Blood muttered.
I didn’t want to hear that. “Wake the fucker,” I ordered.
Blood looked around, found a whip spanking paddle and tapped Miller on the face with it. He stirred but didn't wake. He then used it to slap Miller on the sides fairly hard but not hard enough to bruise. Finally, Miller's eyes opened.
“Take the gag off,” I said as I looked at Blood. Since the fucker was so out of it, I wasn’t worried about him hollering and screaming, stopping that had been the original purpose of the gag. He nodded and removed it.
“What… what’s going on, who are you?” Miller slurred out as he looked in my direction.
“I'm a fucking angel who is rebelling against your father in hell. Today, you are going to meet your maker, Mr. Anson Miller,” I growled.
“What... what do you want?” he asked, a little clearer.
“You could answer some questions for me if you'd like. That might possibly make us go easier on you,” I commented.
“What... you want to know?”
“Besides