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Long gone is their trust in men. Long gone is their trust in relationships or even the possibility of falling in love again. Many of the women are in therapy, hoping that one day they will be able to close their eyes without seeing the face of their attacker.
This man’s attack on these women did not end there that night. His attack continues each and every day of their lives.
Chase had to do something. He needed to stand up for these women and get them the justice they deserved. Even if it didn’t stop their nightmares or win back their trust in humanity, at least these women would know that their attacker had suffered his own punishment. That there was a dark angel out there, somewhere, watching out for them… exacting revenge on their behalf.
“What?” Sheppard asked through glossy eyes. “Who the fuck are you, you piece of shit? Go fuck yourself.”
Sheppard tried to get up but only managed to prop his body against the door. His dress shirt was untucked, and his hair a little messy, clear signs that he went at the bottle rather hard tonight.
Perhaps the man had a guilty conscience he was trying to silence.
That was it. He couldn’t control his anger any longer. Chase pulled the bat back and swung it forward with all his might.
The sound of the wood connecting with Sheppard’s face was glorious. Hearing the sound of bone breaking and teeth shattering was music to Chase’s ears.
Chase never considered himself a violent man. Over the years, his faith in mankind had begun to dwindle while his need for justice began to rise. But he never sought justice in a violent way.
That is, until tonight.
Tonight, he was finally releasing all that anger and frustration and forcing a balance back into the world where good once again triumphed over evil.
A shout escaped Sheppard's lips as blood and teeth went flying from his mouth. He fell to the concrete, bent over in pain.
“My teeth! My mother fuckin’ teeth!” the man shouted, having difficulty pronouncing the th due to the missing teeth that were now scattered across the ground.
“This is for Susie,” Chase shouted, striking the man again with the bat. “And Lisa. And Darna. And Clarissa,” each resulted in another mighty blow.
Calling out each name felt like a badge of honor. He was fighting for these women—these victims who were unable to fight for themselves.
“Fuck,” Sheppard groaned, rolling onto his back. His jaw was dislocated, his left eye was puffy and bleeding from the side, and he clung to his shoulder.
Did he dislocate the man’s shoulder?
He remembered hitting the man a few times in the arm but was more focused on the women’s faces he saw in his mind’s eye—the women for whom he was doing all this.
Standing over the man’s body, he crouched down and glared at the bleeding, sniveling man.
“I’ll be watching you. And if I so much as see you touch another woman or hurt another in any way, I’ll come back for you and make sure that the last thing you see is my face before your body sinks to the bottom of Lake Ontario.”
The man’s eyes looked terrified. His body shook, and his breathing was erratic.
“I… I…” that was all the piece of shit could manage through broken teeth and jaw.
Chase stood up and stared down at the man. “I’ll be watching. Consider this a warning. Next time, you won’t be walking away.”
With those final words, Chase stepped over the man and walked back the way he came.
Checking to make sure that no one was around, he pulled the ski mask off his head and ran his fingers through his sweaty hair.
Fuck, that was wild. What a rush!
Chase had been tracking Sheppard ever since his case was thrown out of court and Chase was released from the Toronto police force. Apparently, the police force looks down upon excessive use of force, even when taking a monster into custody. One broken nose. One! And all hell breaks loose. In Chase’s opinion, he was doing the man a favor. His nose was crooked, and Chase was just trying to put it back where it belonged. So what if the guy was resisting arrest and had apparently raped and beaten at least four women. The man still had his rights. And to Chase, those rights included having a broken nose.
He hopped into the car and dropped the bloody bat onto the floor of the passenger side.
Then he heard it.
The sound of a gun being cocked.
