Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
“Seriously?” Stitch asked, sounding as surprised as I was.
“Yeah, and I don’t get it.” I ran my hand down my face and grumbled several curses under my breath. “How can she not want him dead after all this?”
“’Cause she’s one of the good ones.” Clutch placed his hand on my shoulder as she added, “She thinks there’s still hope for this asshole. It’s your job to go in there and decide if she’s right.”
“Something tells me that’s going to be easier said than done.”
“No doubt.”
Stitch and Wyatt waited in the hall while I went inside with Smokey and Clutch. As soon as we walked in, James stood, and the chain around his foot scraped across the concrete floor as he backed into the corner. He’d only been in there for a few days, but the time had not treated him kindly. His clothes were not only bloody but dirty. Both his eyes were black, and he had a gnarly, busted lip that didn’t appear to be healing well.
His eyes grew wide as he muttered, “What do you want from me? Why won’t you just let me go?”
“Because you’re a piece of shit who thought you could come here and put your hands on my girl.”
“Your girl? I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I haven’t touched your girl.” His eyes narrowed as he thought for a moment, and then, it hit him. “You’re the one who’s fucking Jules? You gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“You should’ve never come here. You should’ve left it alone.”
“You know you can’t do shit to me, right? We’re still fucking married. You touch me, and everyone will think Jules was involved.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” I crossed my arms and glared at him as I explained, “You signed those divorce papers over a week ago.”
“That’s bullshit! I haven’t signed a goddamn thing!”
“Wrong again,” I snarled. “The papers were notarized and sent into the courts. It’s done, and so are you.”
“You’ll never get away with this!”
“I already have.”
“You no-good piece of shit! You deserve each other!”
“I’ll tell you what you deserve...” I held up Jules’s medical file and said, “You deserve a taste of your own medicine.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Let me explain it in a way you’ll understand.”
Clutch and Smokey went over and bound his hands and positioned him on one of Stitch’s hooks. Once he was secured, I walked over and picked up one of Stitch’s sledgehammers, then carried it back over to James. “Whoa! Hold on! What are you going to do with that?”
“Remember the time you broke Jules’s ankle?”
I didn’t wait for him to answer. Instead, I lifted the hammer and slammed it into the side of his foot, crushing his ankle. He immediately started wailing, “Oh, God! Motherfucker. You fucking piece of shit!”
“See, I was just going to put a fucking bullet in your head and be done with you.” I swung the hammer back and forth, taunting him as I explained, “But then, I had a change of heart. I thought it was only fair that you get to experience all the pain you inflicted on Jules. I’m gonna break every bone that you broke of hers, give you every concussion you gave her, every laceration, and even give your spleen a run for its money. If you’re able to survive that, then we’ll let you go, and you can carry on with your sad, little life.”
“You’re doing this over that fucking whore?”
The words had barely left his mouth when I slammed the sledgehammer into his side. I didn’t give him a chance to recover before I hit him again and again. And keeping true to my word, I broke every bone that he’d broken of hers. Then, I beat the ever-loving hell out of him, making sure to leave him with a concussion of all concussions.
He was barely hanging on when I started cutting away at his flesh, leaving lacerations in the exact location where he’d left them on Jules. By the time I was done, he was completely unconscious and barely breathing. I took a step back, and bile rose to the back of my throat when I saw the state he was in—not because he was barely hanging on, but because he’d done all those things to Jules.
It was that thought that had me going over to him once more. I took the knife in my hand and jabbed it deep in his side, severing his liver; then I put my mouth to his ear and whispered, “Rot in hell, asshole.”
I dropped the knife on the floor, then walked out of the room, leaving him there to die. I remembered Jules telling me that she didn’t think he deserved to die for what he’d done, but I disagreed. There was no redemption for a man like him, and clearly, my brothers agreed.