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“You’re Caden King,” he says, trying to mask the fear in his voice.
“Ding, ding! Ten points for the dead man walking.”
His shoulders relax, and he huffs out a relieved breath. “Has Sawyer not told you? I’m joining your side. I’ve been wanting to go after Billie for months, but Xi never allowed me. I don’t have to do anything he says now. I’ll just have some fun before joining the Kings.”
Seeing that his words aren’t helping his case, he carries on, “Bro, do you understand what I’m saying? Fuck NSC. I’m withyounow.”
“No, you’re not. What did you give her?”
He shrugs. “Bro, don’t worry about her. She won’t remember a thing.”
I run my tongue against my teeth, trying my best not to turn this into the biggest blood bath in history.
“Bro,” I repeat. “What did you give her?”
“Just a bit of Rohypnol. Not like she’s gonna die or anything.”
“You gave my girl date rape drugs? And admitting it?” I let out a bitter laugh. “She’s not gonna die. But you sure as fuck are.”
I stride toward him, grabbing the side of his head and dragging him, until I can slam him into the mirror on the other side of the room.
Dizzy, he stumbles back and falls onto the dirty carpet. “That’s twenty years of bad luck for you,” I say calmly as I grab a chunk of the broken mirror so massive I have to hold it with two hands. “And it starts now.”
I slam the entire block on him. It’s big enough that it smashes on his stomach and chest, cutting his naked torso in multiple places.
He screams in agony, and I shake my head. “Tsk, tsk. You’re gonna wake up the neighbors.”
I put a foot on his chest, feeling broken pieces and shards piercing into his skin, and then crouch down onto him before ripping a portion of the sheet on the bed next to us. I stuff it into his mouth and push it far in.
“This is going all the way down your throat unless you answer my next question.”
I take a deep breath, my stomach coiling. “Did you rape her?”
He shakes his head wildly, attempting to talk.
“Tell me the truth, motherfucker, because I’ll know as soon as I go over to the bed. So think real hard about your answer.”
He shouts something behind the sheet, and I take it out.
“I didn’t…I didn’t have t—” A cough escapes him as I press harder on his chest with my foot. “You arrived before I could do any-anything. Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Big fat tears fall from his eyes, and I laugh.
“Why is everyone always sorry once they face me? Couldn’t you be sorry enough to not drug a girl and get her naked in a motel room? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He shakes his head, sobbing so hard my shoe bounces on his chest. He tries to raise a hand to my leg and shove me off, but I grab a mirror shard and stab him in the arm without hesitation. I put the cloth back into his mouth, forcing it further down his throat. The fear in his eyes gives me life.
“You say sorry to me,” I hiss. “But are you even sorry to her?”
His choking and mumblings are unclear, but I don’t care anymore. I keep pushing until the piece of sheet is so far down his throat that he can’t breathe anymore. He panics, his arms flailing everywhere.
“Do you want to breathe?”
He nods, terror seeping from every single pore on his body.
“Wait,” I hold a finger up. “There’s something stuck in your throat, I think you need a tracheotomy or something. Just another little hole to help you breathe.”
I stab him brutally in the hollow of his throat with the bit of mirror I’m holding. Blood spurts out, covering me in it. He can’t make any noise anymore, but his eyes widen in horror when he realizes he will die for what he did.
He’s choking on his blood, the sheet dying a deadly red.
