Page 106 of In the Light of Sin

“You want Joslyn to get her surgery?”

This motherfucker. My teeth clenched together, my voice ragged. “You wouldn’t.”

“I don’t play games.” My grip slacked on Jordyn’s throat. This bastard had me by the fucking balls.

He knew I didn’t have a choice. With gritted teeth and more anger rolling off me than I knew what to do with, I let go of her throat completely, her body falling to the ground, sprawled out as she began to shake more as the pain racked through her body. She tried to collect her breath, holding one of her hands around her throat to massage the pain I hoped lasted forever. I was choosing her sister over her, something I would always do, but I wasn’t letting go of what she said earlier. “Where’s Douglas?”

She glared at me, baring her teeth, and I noticed she had a few missing; either they fell out or they got knocked out. I didn’t think she was going to tell me, and if she didn’t? Hex wouldn’t be around forever. Her life depended on if she told me where he was or not. She didn’t make smart choices, but she decided to wise up when her life was on the line, her voice hoarse as she ratted him out. “He’s at our parents’ tearing the place apart for the Chasm blueprints.”

What was so important about this goddamn Chasm?

I turned, not being able to look at her anymore. Hex stood there when I passed them. I was never curious, but I couldn’t help but ask him, “Why the fuck are you savin’ her?”

His eyes flicked to mine briefly, ignoring my question as he stepped forward to her lowly body. He put the supplies on a towel he brought before crouching down to her level. His dark button-up shirt paired with dark slack pants fit in with the darkness of the room, matching his black hair and matching black eyes.

For someone who saved others with his knowledge, he’d looked like their devil instead.

He reached forward, eliciting a frustrated scream out of her. “Don’t fucking touch me.” She tried to scoot away from him, meeting the corner wall yet again as fear tinged her eyes as he came closer to her. “Get away from me!”

“Don’t give a fuck what you want.” He reached out, hand engulfing her wrist as he pulled it towards him. He grabbed the alcohol he put on pads, wiping it on an exposed cut. Shit hurt, I knew that too well. Her scream confirmed it.

“Motherfucker!” She kicked out, which he easily dodged. Her moves were slow and sluggish from lack of exercise and her brutal beating tonight. Hex’s eyes transformed, pure instinct kicking in as he grabbed her ankle before flinging his arm out to flatten her on her back. He threw one knee over her hips. Even in the darkness, I could see the spark of fear in her eyes as he towered over her.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” his voice was a deadly low. “If you do? You won’t touch anything ever again.”

“I wanna fuckin’ die!”

“I’m a doctor.” He reached for his back pocket, pulling something out I knew all too well. When I lost my shit, that was the only thing able to stop me from killin’ everyone in my path. Her breathing increased when she saw the needle, and she shook her head with palpable fear in her eyes. “I decide who lives and dies.” He hunched over her, bringing the needle to her neck and injecting it roughly. “And dying is too easy for you.”

Her haggard breaths slowed, the medicine taking quick effect on her. Hex made no moves to get off of her. Instead, he tilted his head as his eyes remained on the rise and fall of her chest.

Well, ain’t that interesting.

I walked away from them, fingers digging into the palm of my hands, trying to distract myself from what I just witnessed.

There was no fucking way Hex would ever get with scum like her.

But I didn’t have time to dwell on Hex’s warped actions.

I had some hunting to do.

Chapter 27: Sarge

I made sure to rev my engine loudly, letting the fucker inside know someone was here to see him. I didn’t care if he had reinforcements with them. I’d end all of their miserable existence with my deformed fucking hand if I had to.

He made my girl bleed. That was a death sentence.

My engine was still alive as I looked at my girl’s childhood home. The shattered window wasn’t even boarded up. Whoever was inside screamed in desperation.

I was taught in the military to be stealthy, but being too careful got my squadron and me captured, with me being the lone survivor. Last night, we watched from the shadows.

This time, he would know I was here for him.

With one engine rev, I turned my ride off, slowly throwing my leg over the seat before kicking the kickstand to hold the machine’s weight. My boots crunched against the ground. It was night. Didn’t they know that’s when the shadows came alive? Some of us planned revenge by looking at those who abused their ability to act like respectful humans in the light.

I walked up the two steps, and the only barrier between me and my girl’s monster was a fickle storm door. My foot raised, pure adrenaline taking over my senses as I kicked the glass in. It shattered like Joslyn’s will to live when Douglas decided not to keep his filthy hands to himself. Another kick, this time at the hinge of the door, the cheap metal breaking under just one. Curses were heard from inside as I gripped the door and pulled it off, throwing it into the yard.

I walked in. Unguarded and unprotected.

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