Page 110 of The Chemist

With anger at his side and determination on his team, he set out into the woods to exact his revenge on all those who hurt him.

It didn’t take him long to locate the redheaded guy. He was trying to climb a tree, screaming that the wolves were going to get him and that he needed to get as high as possible so that the beasts couldn’t get to him.

Fucking idiot.The wolves were the least of his problems.

Grabbing the redheaded meth addict by his leg, Diesel tugged the tweaked-out fuck down to the ground and straddled his waist. It was so fucking easy. The guy weighed less than a baby koala and had no fucking hand-eye coordination.

Staring into the man’s pale-blue eyes, Diesel wrapped his hands around his neck and slowly began to squeeze.

Feeling the man struggle beneath his weight, then clawing at Diesel’s arms and chest, only fueled that burning rage, trying to make its escape. He continued to squeeze and watched as the life began to slip from the young man’s eyes.

That feeling of power and control. Knowing that the fucker would never laugh at him again. All of it felt so good. So addictive.

And then what happens? When this man stops moving, and the light has been extinguished from his eyes. Then what? Do you think that M and any of the guys at home will ever forgive you?The voice was barely a whisper and sounded a million miles away, but it was just enough to cause him to loosen his grip, then eventually get off of the young man’s thighs.

Gasping and sobbing, the man clutched his neck and ran off into the darkness, leaving Diesel alone with the echo of those words and the lingering ache he felt in his heart.

He wasn’t an animal.

It was the drugs that were fucking with his mind. No one was laughing. No one was around.

He was alone. Always alone.

He needed to keep his mind focused.

Levi, Isaac, Jared, and the twins. Diesel took a breath in. Chase, Teo, Matteo, hell, even Ares—they all cared for him.Focus on their voices, their laughter.

Then another name formed on his lips…Zero.

His gentle brown eyes and soft, growly lips. His stupid jokes and quirky smile, and the way he took Diesel’s hand when he needed comfort.

Zero was there. Alone in the dark. Keeping him company and reminding him that someone did care. Someone was fighting to get him back. Someone who would not leave him alone to getlost in his rage and become the one thing he feared the most—a mindless shell of rage and hatred.

No. He needed to focus. He needed to fight the effects of the drug.

Placing a hand on the wet dirt, he tried to lift himself up but was knocked back down by a bulldozer on two legs.

Gasping to suck air back into his lungs, Diesel stared up at the stars and wondered what the fuck had just plowed right into him.

Then it rammed him again.

Standing over top of him, the boy with jet-black hair and a mole just under his left eye socket picked up a thick branch and brought it down against Diesel’s body as hard as he could.

Throwing his arms up in front of his face, Diesel tried to defend himself and block as many of the blows as he could. But the man’s rage and power were too strong.

“I’m going to kill you!” the man shouted, spit flying from his mouth. “You’re dead! Fucking dead! You shouldn’t have stolen her from me! She was mine! She loved me! She was mine!” the man kept shouting.

Blood began to spill from the open wounds on Diesel’s arms. The splinters from the wood cut deep, tearing open his flesh and bringing with it a new stinging sensation.

His attacker had now straddled him and had the advantage of weight and leverage.

“Stop! I—didn’t… fuck!” Diesel couldn’t get a word in. The pain was too great.

Give in. Let the beast take you. Rip out this fucking guy’s throat. Feel his blood as it slides between your fingers… Come on. You know that he deserves it.

That voice was so seductive. So sweet and caring.

Around Diesel, the wind seemed to slow. That rage in his stomach was beginning to build once again. All he had to do wasgrab the man by the throat and dig his fingers into his flesh. Easy. His fingers would sink in like hot butter.

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