Connor POV
I cut my bike off and walk to the mausoleum that sits at the back of an old abandoned graveyard. My heart and adrenaline are pumping with excitement and the thrill of the revenge that’s about to come. Rex is standing outside the entrance, leaning against the stone waiting for me. I give him a curt nod and put my cap on backward. He throws his half-finished cigarette to the ground and stamps it out before opening the door for me to walk through.
His face is grim as he follows in behind me and locks the door behind us. It’s dark and damp inside. The only light coming from some candles he placed and lit. I walk over to the table he’s set up for me and observe the shiny tools laid out on top of it. Scalpels, a hammer, a saw, knives, and various other things that I have my pick from if I choose. I look toward the back and find the guys sitting against a stone wall tied up, bloody, and looking up at me with fear etched on their marked faces.