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“As you’re aware, I normally like to fuck those a lot younger than you, but for old times’ sake I can make an exception.” His slimy smile spreads over his face, exposing the gold tooth at the front, and I realize how I’d love to extend that smile, all the way up to his thick ears. I keep my knowing smile at bay, biding my time. “You sucked cock good as a kid. You get any better?” He raises an eyebrow, as though expecting me to answer, but instead, I smile back at him manically, making his eyebrows furrow. Instead of him being baited, he sits forward, stubbing his cigarette out on the armrest with his thick fingers lined in the chunky gold rings, and rests his elbows on his knees to stare down at me on the floor. “You as good as that woman of yours?”
Fire flares through my bloodstream, and a surge of violence threatens to erupt. My nostrils flare as I try in vain to diminish my growing need for vengeance.
His intentions toward me, I can handle. I always could.
But she’s my weakness, my greatest weakness of all.
And I just declared it.
He throws his head back on a laugh, knowing he hit his mark before his stern gaze finally settles on me once again. “Maybe I’ll film it.” I raise my chin and narrow my eyes.
“Yeah, maybe I’ll do just that. Film it, like old times.” My eyes widen, and my teeth ache from holding back the venom desperate to fire back at him. He stands to his feet, peering down at me kneeling at his feet. “Then I’m going to make sure I film it as I kill you.” He pulls his belt from behind his back, dropping it to the floor.
Like old times.
Only this time, I’m not an innocent boy. I’m not broken and defenseless.
I’m stronger, I’m more of a man than he will ever be, and more importantly, I’m armed.
Not just with the knife she provided for my security, but with a lifetime of poison in my veins that I’m about to extinguish.
Every part of my fear, fury, terror, and trauma is about to become unleashed, it’s about to become my greatest shield.
I’m about to make it brutal.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
LUCAS
He pops open the button to his pants, pulls down his fly with his thick, ring-covered fingers, and my eyes scrunch closed, willing away the assault of the memories trying to invade my mind, determined to stay focused.
“Open them fucking eyes while you choke on my thick cock, you little prick. Remember to say, ‘Thank you, sir.’” My eyes snap open at his pet name, and as he pulls his phone from inside his pant pocket, he’s unaware that in that moment he’s lost control of the entire situation. Not reading the room, his eyes go wide and his mouth falls open as I move so quick, barely a grunt escapes his lips.
My feet and hands are freed, and I use the freedom to pull his legs from beneath him, then I slash the back of his Achilles, making him scream out in agony, before quickly throwing him onto his stomach where I press my knee into his spine. I grab the belt he discarded to the floor and wrap it with ease around his face, wedging it in his mouth and preventing him from beingable to speak. My lip curls up in satisfaction at knowing how he’s at my mercy. I can treat him as I please; punish him, torture him, and maim him as I please.
He’s all fucking mine, and I intend to draw every ounce of life out of him like he tried to take mine from me.
He may have broken me as a child, but my family fixed me. They became the glue to my insanity, showed me how to love, and gave me their devotion, and when this all ends, so will the secrets and lies.
“I’m going to destroy you inch by motherfucking inch, you sadistic fuck, and when the life drains from your eyes, I’ll fuck my girl in your blood, and for old times’ sake, I’ll film it.” I unbuckle my own belt, then tug it from around my waist. With deft movement, I have his wrists tied behind his back and I tie it to the belt behind his head, holding him in place. He’s unable to stand now and his movements are constricted, filling me with satisfaction.
I snatch the phone off the ground, ignoring the throbbing pain in my head from my sudden movement, then position the camera toward him on the floor.
My feet have pins and needles in them from being tied together, so I use the opportunity to circle the piece of shit, like a predator stalking its prey, while reveling in his vulnerable position. My knife feels like a Samurai sword in my hand. This small blade, this small piece of wood and metal, is my lifeline.
It saved me on more than one occasion and gave me the courage and strength to see each day through, knowing that inevitably it would bring me back to her, and now it will grant us our freedom.
Funny how this very room, where my worst fears were created, a doorway to a dark existence, will become the doorway to his hell.
He grumbles and fidgets, unintelligible words spilling from his restrained mouth, and I laugh at the irony. How in the blink of an eye someone’s life can change so epically.
I kneel beside him, and his eyes widen, filling me with a power I’ve never felt before. Only when I control Cole and Tia does this feeling ever come close.
Using the knife, I press it against his cheek, sending a flash of panic through his eyes. A fine line of blood tracks down toward the belt, but the slice in his skin is shallow. Still, my intention is clear, the power to cut him deeper, to slice the skin from his body when I deem necessary. I have the control now, I wield the power to cause the pain, and I intend to use it.
I spring to my feet and stride toward a familiar broken cabinet, pulling the door open. My shoulders relax when I find an axe, and picking it up, it feels heavier than it should. I wonder if this is the weight of a small boy protecting the girl from their foster father, a drunken story told to me by Jace, in one of many of his heartbroken nights that molded him into Rage.
