Page 65 of Edge of Desperation

“Maybe.” She points to his chest. “Gross Carver, you have pubes on your clothes.”

“Oh gross, what the hell?” Carver freaks out. “Get it off!” No one holds back their laughter as Carver shrieks and strips off his shirt. Once he’s composed himself, he wags his finger at Aurora. “You got me good. Remember ‘lil sis, payback’s a bitch.”

“Noted.” Her brows furrow as she weighs her next words. “Promise me, all of you, you won’t interfere. No matter what happens. Ihaveto do this myself.”

“Oorah!” we answer.

Aurora carries her duffel bag closer to Dows, unzips it, and fumbles inside until she finds what she’s looking for. With a knife in her hand, she unrolls a plastic tarp underneath where Dows is dangling, and then she stands and rips the Duct tape from his mouth.

“Fuck!” he shouts. “What the hell is going on? Do you know who I am?”

“Patrick Dows,” Aurora answers.

“Ah,pet,” he mocks. “It’s good to see you again. We were so upset when we heard Dmitri decided to send you abroad.”

“Lucky for me, it didn’t last.” In a lightning-quick move, she flicks her wrist forward, slicing open his chest.

“You bitch!”

“I’ve been called worse.” She bends over and pulls out a lead pipe. “This might hurt.”

“I’m a cop!” he yells. “People will be looking for me.”

“Funny,” she says. “The senator said the same thing. Although, I'm pretty sure they ruled his death an accident.”

The color drains from his face as the severity of his situation dawns on him. Aurora holds the pipe like a baseball bat, squares her shoulders and bends her knees, and swings with everything she has. She hits him over and over, nailing him in the ribs and knees before taking one final swing right at his flaccid cock.

An ear-piercing wail bounces off the walls as Aurora drops the pipe and runs around Dows’ flailing body like she’s roundinghome base in a baseball game, giving us each a high-five and screaming ‘home run’.

Bennett leans over and whispers, “Remind me to never piss her off.”

“Y-y-you won’t get away with this,” Dows cries.

“Yeah, pretty sure I will, “Aurora says confidently. “And even if I don’t, it’s worth it to watch you suffer like I did.”

“Suffer?” Dows cackles maniacally. “Pet,you didn’t suffer. Youlovedit. You wanted our fat cocks shoved into your tight pussy and wet mouth. You were dripping for it.”

I ball my fists, reminding myself of the promise I made to Aurora.

This is her show.

I know what the fucker is doing. He wants this to end quickly, so he thinks that if he pisses us off, one of us will put a bullet in him. It kills me to stand by and do nothing as he taunts Aurora about one of the worst nights of her life, but I keep my feet planted firmly in place.

Her movements falter for a moment, but she regains her composure and runs her knife along his naked flesh. “See Dows, that’s the only way you can getpussy,”she taunts. “You have to buy it from unwilling women.”

Dows hisses and yelps as Aurora slashes across his body, leaving behind gaping wounds. She grabs a clear spray bottle from her bag and douses his body with the liquid. The smell of rubbing alcohol fills the room as he lets out one last wail before his head falls forward.

“Hudson,” she calls. “Do you have anything that’ll wake this dickhead up?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Absolutely.” He digs in his medic bag and pulls out a syringe. “Adrenaline.” Hudson hands it over. “Jab it in his thigh.”

She injects it into his leg, and Dows’ eyes snap open seconds later. “That was rude to fall asleep. We were having so much fun.”

“You’re fucking crazy.” he spits.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She grips a metal contraption I’ve never seen before. “Open wide.”

Dows snaps his jaw shut and glares at her.

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