AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Dropping my phone back into my pocket, I roll up my sleeves and pull on my brass knuckles as I walk back over to the bastard who touched Dice.
“You touched and hurt what’s mine.”
The man blubbers and tries to speak his false apologies but I’m deaf to them. All I can hear is my sister’s broken voice. All I can see is my mother’s torn hand. All I can think of his Dice’s battered face and body.
I bypass the barrel and the tools; I want to use my hands. I want to let my demons steer me for now.
I grab the fucker by his hair with my left hand and let my right fist fly. Repeatedly I punch the fucker in the face. His nose is already broken but I revel in the feel of his jaw and cheekbone breaking. I shove his unrecognizable face away from me as I swing at his ribs, listening to his bones snap and break under my blows.
I punch his gut where a bullet wound is covered by the gauze Doc used to patch him up. Each punch makes the material soak more and more in his life’s essence.
None of my men try to stop me. They all know I’ll break them if they do.
Once my arms tire and my breathing is too heavy, I stop. My hands are soaked with blood while my arms and shirt are covered in blood splatter, but I don’t give a shit. A smile splits across my face as I look down at the prick, chuckling at his shallow breaths.
“Make sure the fluids Doc set up continue to keep this fucker alive. I don’t care for how long he lives; I just want him to feel each and every fucking wound.”
I spit on his bloody, unrecognizable face before looking at Greg, “You better continue to speak to my men or this,” I gesture to the sack of shit, “Is what you have to look forward to.”
I nod to Hector and Brian before walking over to the industrial sink to rinse off.
Time to go see my girl.
