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“This is revenge.”
With knife strikes of my hand, I hit pressure points, his nerves wincing as he cries out to my blows every time he tries shoving past me.
The drug, his favorite one, he’s getting clumsy. Stumbling back, he falls into the chair behind him. The euphoria in his eyes, the side effect, has him unafraid.
“You have minutes to live,” I tell him, “and answers I’m gonna get in them.”
The heave of his chest slows. He won’t resist me. He won’t even scream. I yank the tape off, pulling the bandana from his mouth.
“Where is Pamela Ryan?”
I need to find her, to give this peace to Ms. Ryan so she can finally say goodbye. It’s a fate I need too. For Pamela. For Redix. To finally let them go.
A grin rises, revealing his stained teeth and soul. His eyelids start dropping. “You’ll never find her.”
I’ve suffered him too long not to know him. “She’s still alive?” It’s shock. It’s hope. “Where is she?”
“She’s his.”
“Who?”
Gentry or Derek?
The bob of his chin, he threatens to pass out on me, so I slap my hand across his face, loving the sting in my palm while his eyes shoot wide open.
“Who has her?”
“She’s his, and you’re mine.” It’s a hallucination in his eyes, of the truth. “You were always mine.”
I know where his sick logic goes. To me. To Redix.
“You cut him, didn’t you? It was you?” My grip squeezes his chin; I hope I break his weak jaw. “You were always jealous of him.”
With delight in his eyes, he gazes up at the stars. I can see that vile night in his eyes.
“The tattoo y’all share.” He slurs. “It should’ve been mine.” He sighs. “So his pain was mine instead. It was all mine. The way he screamed and moaned while I tore into his flesh; it was all for you, Cade.”
It’s lightning, the power through my veins into my right hook crashing into his cheekbone; I don’t care if I break my hand.
“The next scream of pain?” I hook with a left and do it again. “It’s all yours.” I punch down next, smashing his pathetic dick with my fist. “And this is all for him.”
I uppercut his balls. It doubles him over in pain, and I hope he pukes.
My hand grabs his neck, squeezing hard and forcing his sight to mine.
“I was never yours. I’ll always be his. I’ll always love Redix Dean, no matter what you did to him, to us. You’re a sick, pathetic fuck. No one wants you, TJ. Everyone wants Redix Dean, and so do I.” I spit in his eye. “I’ll love him until the day I die.”
That hits him, somewhere deep in his drugged psyche, that was a knife to his demented ego. I see it shake his core.
“All those women you hurt?” I snarl. “Who looked like me? You had to drug them because no fucking way did they want your nasty hands on them. Men like you and your pitiful dicks; you need to be killed off.”
His artery under my fingers, I feel his sluggish pulse, and I press down, trying to stop it. “Where is Cam Le? The maid for Gentry’s condos?”
The focus in his eyes, he can’t find it, slurring, “She’s his.”
“Where?”
She’s still alive. So is Pamela. I will find them.
