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Just the mere mention of Madison has my already uncontrolled temper boiling over, and I know things are about to get ugly real soon. “I want you to catch necrotizing fasciitis and die a slow, painful death, but we can’t have it all. So in that case, I’ll settle for anything…just as long as you’re dead.”
I don’t give him a chance to move, duck, or breathe because I swing out and punch the motherfucker right in the jaw. His head snaps back with a loud, satisfying thwack. The sound and sensation of hurting this bastard have me advancing forward and connecting with his nose in quick succession. He staggers backward, his hands flying up to protect his face, but this proves futile, so I raise my leg and knee him straight in the balls. He drops to the floor with a deafening thud, a pained, anguished wail following soon after as he cups his balls.
“Dixon! Stop!” Juliet screams, her tiny hands attempting to hold me back as she clasps my bicep.
But there is no stop in this equation. The only stop is when Dylan is dead.
I push her away, not even bothering or caring where she ends up. All I can focus on is hitting Dylan some more. Dropping to one knee, I violently throw him onto his back and jab out my palm and connect with his shoulder joint to hold him down. He’s squirming and attempting to fight back, but he doesn’t stand a chance. I slam my fist into his face over and over and over again, feeling his lip, eye, and nose bust open with each strike I inflict.
During my possessed attack, Juliet attempts to restrain me by any means she can. She jumps on my back, screaming like a wailing banshee, but I fling her off, snarling, “So help me God, if you touch me again, I will tell him everything.” My words have the exact effect I was hoping for, and she stays on the sidelines, sobbing and threatening to call the police.
I curl my bloodied fists in Dylan’s shirt and yank him up, thrusting his limp body against the sofa. His face is a bleeding mess, and I’ll celebrate that sight for the rest of my life. “Listen to me, you fucking son of a bitch,” I spit, tightening my hold and shaking him brutally as I lean inches from his face. “I know what you did to Madison.”
His right eye hasn’t fully swollen over, and it widens. “You leave town tonight. You forget you have a sister, and you crawl back into whatever hole you came out from. And take your whore with you. If you go anywhere near her, Iwillkill you next time. This isn’t a threat. It’s a promise.”
“Dixon, no!” Juliet screams, running over. She knows what’s about to happen. Just like she did with me, I lied. I plan on divulging all her secrets.
“She liked it. She begged for it,” Dylan slurs, his bloodied spittle running down his chin.
I gnash my teeth, resisting the urge to rip off his fucking head. “Just like your fiancée begged for my cock.”
I can see the moment Dylan processes what I’ve just said. He jumps forward, attempting to strike me, but I push him down,grinning sinisterly. “That’s right. I doubt anyone was begging for your cock because if they were, your fiancée wouldn’t be beggingmeto fuck her every chance she got. And I did. I fucked her, and she liked it.”
“You motherfucker!” I’m actually stunned that he gives a shit, but I guess misery does love company.
“I would challenge you to a battle of wits, but I see you’re unarmed,” I sarcastically quip.
“It was only twice, Dylan. I swear it!” Juliet yells, trying to fight me off him.
I laugh malevolently. “C’mon now. You know it was more than twice. Off the record, Dylan, your fiancée has a mouth like a damn Hoover.”
“Why?” Juliet sobs, pounding on my arms.
“Did you really think I wasn’t going to say anything? Did you really think that you’d break me? All you did was push me into doing the right thing,” I reply, pinning Dylan down harder while he’s fighting like a caged dog.
“I can still ruin you,” Juliet reveals, but there is no gravity behind her threat.
“No, you can’t. I plan on telling everyone about what I did, just as I should have done from the very beginning. You’ll have nothing over me. You…lose.”
Juliet is delusional if she thought I wouldn’t go down fighting. But that’s why she fabricated the story of being the victim. That was her backup plan. What she didn’t count on was no one believing her innocent act.
I know Dylan believes me. The fury in his messed-up face reveals he believes every single word. He once again attempts to lunge out and hit me, but he’s trapped with his back to the sofa. I resist the urge to place my forearm across his windpipe and choke the life from this piece of shit because I have one final piece of information I wish to share with him.
“By the way, that baby is most likely mine. Or it could be half of Manhattan’s, considering your beloved can’t keep her legs shut. But believe you me, if it is mine—” I turn to stare at a bawling Juliet. “I will do everything in my power to make sure it has nothing to do with either of you.”
Juliet slumps onto the floor, threading her hands through her hair as she yanks at the snarled strands. “The honeymoon is over, sweetheart,” I smugly say, turning to look back at Dylan, who is pushing forward with all his might. “I know everything. And rest assured, so will your mom. And so will Sebastian.” The moment I mention her father, Juliet howls. “Imay not tell them, but Madison will. And when she does, you’ll wish I had killed you.”
I have no doubt that, ironically, this situation will make Madison stronger. It’ll give her the strength to finally tell her mom the secret that has weighed her down for over ten years. She’ll want every part of this tangled web to be exposed, and she’ll also want to move forward. And to do that, she has to let go of her past.
Dylan pales, as I believe he too can see that I’m not joking. But that’s all the pondering he deserves. I propel my head forward and headbutt the motherfucker straight in the nose. It squishes under impact, and I know it’s broken.
The apartment is filled with anguished wails and screams as I stand, fasten the buttons on my jacket, and coolly wipe down the blood from my lapels. I’m pretty certain I’ve broken my hand, but the bedlam I’ve left behind is well worth the pain.
I turn to look at a sniveling Juliet, who has curled in on herself. Walking over, I bend forward and brush a piece of matted blonde hair from her brow, leaving behind a smear of red. “You’ll be hearing from my attorney.”
“Why?” she weeps, tears running down her cheeks. “You don’t even want this child.”
“Why?” I question. She nods. “Because…payback’s a bitch. Just like you.” I may not want this child, but Maddy was right. It’s time I dealt with the consequences of my actions.
