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“Hey.” I nodded. “What’s up?”
“Have you seen Piper?” Gigi looked behind her over her shoulder. “We bumped into each other and spilled our wine. Some landed on her dress and she was going to change.”
“That was half an hour ago,” Meadow added.
I glanced around the backyard, not seeing Brody anywhere in sight. “Shit.”
“Jaron?” Gigi raised an eyebrow.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and texted Sammy and Cyrus.
Me: Get over here.Now.
If he hurt her, I would kill him. I would make him beg for his life. I would rip off every part of him that touched her.
Storming into the house, I slowed my steps to a walk, not wanting to cause a scene.
“Jaron?” Gigi followed me. “What’s going on?”
“Which room is Piper’s?” I demanded, inching my way down the hall.
“Last one on the left.” Her eyes were wide. “I can’t find Brody.”
My stomach clenched. “Stay out here,” I told her as Sammy and Cyrus appeared around the corner.
Gigi jumped. “Who are you?”
“They’re with me,” I told her.
She nodded. “Okay.”
Sammy and Cyrus came toward me.
I held up my hand, signaling for them to follow me. Once we neared the end of the hallway, I stood outside Piper’s door. I heard muffled voices but couldn’t make out anything that was being said. Trying the door, I realized then that it was locked. Sammy gently pushed me out of the way and picked it with the tools he had kept in his pocket at all times. Thank fuck for that.
The door unlocked.
“Stay out here,” I told them. I wasn’t sure what I would be walking in on, but I didn’t want them to see anything they shouldn’t see. Especially if it belonged to Piper.
Slowly opening the door, my vision became clouded when my eyes landed on what laid before me. Brody was on top of Piper. Her dress was torn. Her face was badly beaten. His fist was in her hair. Her dress was pushed up and over her ass, but he was still clothed. The flesh of her rear was red like he had spanked her over and over.
I didn’t know if he had finished the act or not. It didn’t matter. The fact that he started it in the first place, earned him death.
Blood pounded in my ears and before I knew what I was doing, I charged for him.
Both of us fell to the ground beside the bed. My fists hit his face repeatedly. He struggled beneath me, but I was too strong for him. I should stop. I knew I should have stopped, but the rage inside of me controlled my actions.
I vaguely heard my name being called. Over and over again.
Jaron. Jaron. Jaron.
But I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t quit. He had to hurt. He had to die. Brody was a slimy fucker, but we could never prove anything thanks to who his father was, but this time we had proof. We had something.
“Jaron.”
A metallic taste coated my tongue. Blood splattered my face and clothes. The skin on my knuckles split with each hit against the bones in Brody’s face.
“Jaron.” Warm, gentle arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me off of him. I could have fought but I didn’t.
