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“Tree thirteen?” my brother suggests.
“Can’t I have a bit of fun with him before?”
“You can have fun at tree thirteen, Ethan. It’ll save a lot of cleaning afterward.”
I fake a pout that makes him burst into a laugh. “Drive, asshole.”
Tree thirteen is a place in the woods of the North Shore that both NSC and the Kings have turned into an unofficial graveyard. It’s the only place that we share because if cops were ever to find the bodies there, it would be so hard to lead it to one person that they’d have to arrest the entire North Shore.
Impossible.
We’re all protecting ourselves by adding to the place.
I cross the bridge back to the North Shore, drive into the woods on our side of the river and until the road turns into gravel, then into a dirt road, and I keep going until it completely disappears.
“I haven’t been here in so long,” I admit.
“Really? Maybe I should take you with me next time I clean up your mess.”
I take a deep breath, not knowing how to bring this up with him, and yet trying anyway. “Elliot, I…want him to suffer. I need to get it out of me. Don’t try to stop me once I’ve started.”
He observes me for a few silent seconds. I can practically hear the sound of an imaginary clock counting down until it’s finally time to make the fucker pay. “Go ahead, brother. Be yourself.”
It’s bloody.
So fucking bloody.
Elliot sits on the hood of my truck as I let the rage take over.
But my kind of rage has never been loud or out of control.
It’s precise, painful, meant to make the culprit die slowly.
All I decided to use is that wrench, but I don’t need to beat him with it. I can crush every single one of his bones. I started with his fingers, every single knuckle. Then it’s the hand. Now his wrists.
His screams are muffled by the rag I shoved in his mouth, but his tears are free to fall. He tries to ask why. He tries to understand.
But I don’t need him to.
I know, and so does Elliot. That fucker doesn’t even deserve an answer as to why he’s being tortured.
“Isn’t it horrible?” I ask. “That you know you’re going to die, but it’s going to take a long time. It’s coming, just not yet.”
His pleas are unclear through the gag, but I think I get it.
“Your power is the law. Your gun. The respect or the fear people have of you. And you abused it. My power is that I kill people as a hobby. That I’m bigger and stronger than you. But mainly that I don’t fear committing crimes. You abused your power, Hall. Now I’m going to abuse mine.”
Instead of hitting him, or compressing another body part between the claws of the wrench, I turn it around, and push the other end onto his closed eye. More…and more…until his screams of pain send birds flying and I see him cry blood.
“Is it hurting?”
The yes is easy to understand.
“Oh no.” I pout, cocking my head to the side. “Where, buddy?”
Elliot bursts into laughter behind me. “You’re fucked in the head, brother.” He says that, but he’s sipping on a caramel milkshake, watching a man being tortured.
“Are you two forfuckingreal?”
