Page 19 of Justice

Reaching back into her bag, she pulls out the nipple clamps she found as she was checking out at the adult bookstore. A shiver of delight vibrated in her body as she added the package to her purchase.

Adjusting the clamp as tight as it would go, she opens the clip, placing his nipple between the teeth, repeating the process with the second. He tugs at the handcuffs, but she ignores him as she pulls out a knife, slicing the letter X across the exposed flesh of his nipples.

“I allowed you to think, the last time you sank your teeth into my tit, I loved it. Moaned and tossed my head back as this moment flashed in my mind. Now, let me ask you, do you like it?”

Glynn thrashed his head back and forth, saliva falling down his cheeks combining with the tears pouring from his closed eyes. His lack of attention on what she was doing suddenly pissed her off. “Look at me, Glynn! You did this; you chose to hurt me every day for the past four years. Now open your fucking eyes and take this like a man!”

Justice waited, but when his eyes remained closed, she felt her inner demon explode. Recalling a passage she’d read from a detective novel based on actual murders in London in the late eighteen hundreds. Crawling up his chest, she used the blade in her hand to cut the lids of his eyes, blood flowing down his face like a crimson river. Releasing the clamp on his left nipple, a fountain of blood gushing into the air, and then falling to his chest.

“How are those balls doing? Bet they’re burning like wildfire.” Reaching down, she pulls the condom off, the medicated cream causing his flesh to blister and turn red.

“Well, would you look at that? Your dick is so nasty even you won’t want to touch this disgusting thing.” Showing him the edge of her knife, a demonic smile crosses her face. “Let me help you get rid of them.”

The blade isn’t sharp enough to sever his genitals in a single swipe, forcing Justice to make several cuts before his dick and balls lay on his stomach. The blood flows so fast it covers the top of his thighs and pelvis in a matter of seconds but leaves him still alive. Satisfied with her work, she props herself in the single chair in the room, switching on the television and watching infomercials, allowing Glynn to die a slow and painful death.

Having her fill of absorbent cloths and magic blenders, she checks one last time on Glynn’s breathing, finding it sporadic and shallow. Leaning over his dying body, her dark hair forms a curtain around his face, knowing her eyes will be the last thing he sees before entering the gates of hell. As his last breath is born and the life in his eye dies, she tastes the sweet feeling of revenge.

Collecting her items, she cleans everything she touched and leaves the room, the stolen key tossed in the trashcan as she makes her way into the rain. Turning one last time as the rain showers her in redemption, she smiles as she pulls the bag over her shoulder, whispering to the night, “That’s one.”

CHAPTERSIXTEEN

Tobias locatedthe man Drake wanted taken care of without breaking a sweat, which was something, considering the heat and humidity surrounding him. He’d listened to conversations, hacked into emails and text messages, but the biggest piece of information came from a scorned ex-lover, who was more than happy to share what she knew.

Dusty Campbell, or Red, as the older blonde named Regina, spat his road name, as if it left a bad taste in her mouth. For the price of a steak dinner and a carton of cigarettes, Regina spoke in great detail of how Red had thrown a big party a few months ago. When Tobias questioned how the party went, she huffed and lit a new cigarette, mumbling how her invitation was lost in the mail. She had seen pictures, the younger girls he now preferred documenting the event with a Facebook page full of selfies.

As he perused the photos, noticing there was perhaps a handful of men in the room, he questioned Regina if she knew where the rest of his men were. She laughed and said, Red didn’t know how to run an MC, as the majority of his men were either dead or in prison.

When he dropped her off at her apartment, she offered him a blowjob if he came upstairs with her. He declined, fabricating a jealous wife waiting for him at home. She gave him perhaps the best information of the night as she climbed from his rental. Red was hunting for a man named, Hawk, some hot-shot biker who possessed certain skills Red required.

After a lengthy, not necessarily legal internet search, Tobias found the biker Red was looking for, holed up in a campground in Florida. Tobias flew in, hitchhiked to the KOA, and watched the trailer for several hours. When night fell, and no lights came on inside a trailer that had seen better days, he picked the lock and went inside to look around.

He didn’t make it two steps inside before the putrid smell hit him, making him cover his mouth and nose. He took in the decaying body sprawled out on the couch. Lance Waters, aka Hawk, spent eight years in the Army but was court-martialed for possession of a controlled substance with intent to distribute five years ago. From the tourniquet wrapped around his bicep and the needle hanging out of his left arm, it appeared he stopped distributing and started consuming.

Tobias photographed his tattoos and searched his personal effects, finding his boot camp pictures and divorce papers signed a month prior. Outside his camper, under a well-secured tarp, was one of the most tricked out bikes Tobias had ever seen. He knew this was his ticket into the MC, infiltrating them from the inside. Drake wanted Red to pay for his betrayal, not with a quick bullet to the head, but with the kind of pain that lasted for days, making him beg for someone to kill him.

Using the cover of night, Tobias jumped on the back of the bike and drove the eight hours back to the small town where Red had his MC.

Now that he had the bait, he parked the bike across the street from the bar where he found Red face down in some bitch’s lap. Before he left for Florida, he planted a listening device under the table Red claimed each time he visited.

Finding a chair in the corner of the coffee shop, Tobias watched as, over the course of several days, Red met with a handful of men, laughing and harassing the waitress who had the unfortunate job of serving the patrons on the patio. His Sargent at Arms was never far away, however, usually drunk off his ass by the time they climbed back on their bikes.

On the third day, Red had another man with him, and by the Vice-President patch on his cut, it appeared he was filling the empty positions his lack of leadership left. The man seemed familiar, but Tobias couldn’t place him.

They met with three men this time, laughing and chugging down gallons of cheap beer, slapping the ass of the waitress several times, before climbing on the backs of their bikes.

Snapping a few photos of the new guy, Tobias paid his tab and went back to his hotel room where he ran the photo of the Vice President through a facial recognition program on his computer.

Tobias smiled as his computer chimes, revealing the identity of the Vice-President. With his memory jogged, he closes the cover of his laptop and leans back in the desk chair, tucking his hands behind his head as his plan takes shape. He had the bike, and from his dealings with less than savory characters, he had the tattoos. Now all he needed was a distraction.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Justice satin the shortest skirt she could find, faux tattoos on her arms and chest, her corset narrowing her waist to nothing while creating enough cleavage to hide a Buick.

She knew the best place to find out information was to get it from the source, but she couldn’t afford for word to get back to Red she was looking for him, so going to her old neighborhood wasn’t an option.

Justice needed to know if her younger sister, Tymeless, was still in the house with Red. Having her safe was more important than making him pay for the last four years. She searched the Internet, but even with the unique name her mother gave her, she came up empty.

With a solid plan in mind, she secured the red wig over her head, just in case Red was at the bar he was known to frequent. He was an absolute freak for a girl with red hair. Which baffled her as to why he went after her mother, who was a platinum blonde, as Justice once was.

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