“We’re good. No one can see or hear us.”
“What about him?”
“If they do, they’ll think he’s on something and committed suicide.”
“Works for me.”
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick, pissing on Trey’s face to wake him up. He sputtered as I finished, tucking my cock back inside my jeans and zipping them up. “Wake up, asshole.”
He wiped the urine from his face and held up his hands. “Please. Don’t hurt me. If you want money, I can give it to you. Anything you want.”
Not good enough. It never would be because there was nothing he could offer me that would fix what he did to my sister.
I kicked him in the face and busted his lip open. “Stop sniveling.”
“What do you want?”
“August 14th. Twelve years ago. Dark. A casino in Vegas.”
He blinked.
“A pretty girl with gray eyes and hair the same color as mine.”
Trey frowned. “I don’t know.”
“She wore a silver dress with sequins.”
That did it. He paled.
“You didn’t leave any DNA, but you beat her while you raped her. Do you remember her name?”
He was trembling. “Please.”
“Her name!” I shouted.
“Michelle Bolin.”
“That’s fucking right. Do you know who I am?”
He shook his head.
“They call me Crypt. Because I’m the last motherfucker you see before you get sent to hell.”
Exorcist chuckled. “Goddamn, this is making me hard.”
Trey tried to crawl away from us, but I lifted my boot and slammed my heel on his back, holding him in place.
“What’s that thing you do, brother?”
“My little trick?”
“Yeah.”
Exorcist crouched beside Trey. “I rip souls from their bodies.”
Trey began to cry. Snot dripped from his nose as Exorcist shook his head. “Pussy. You don’t deserve shit after brutally raping so many women.”
“He doesn’t, but I do have a gift. I’ll use mine with yours.”
