Page 61 of Taunting Tarran
‘Oh, come on. You’ve spent your life dedicated to this family. Don’t you want to reward yourself every now and then? You’re wrong about me, I’m not chasing this slut over our family. I’m just simply extending my enjoyment. You should try it, Carlos.’
I’ll show him just how much like my father I really am.
I lower the bow and arrow, the wood clattering against the gravel. My hand clasps Tarran tighter, ‘And don’t think you’re going anywhere.’
I pull her in front of me, her back tight against my chest, and her body starts to tremble. From behind, my left hand reaches round,resting itself over her left breast – her heart beating frantically against my palm.
I whisper in her ear. ‘You’re still alive.’
My right hand snakes across her abdomen, grounding her against me as though I can anchor her.
‘Look away, Sal. This is for family eyes only.’
Carlos liked that comment.
He chuckles at the remark, his grin stretching wider as he turns Sal away. He watches me, my hand, his grin growing as it slides into Tarran’s knickers.
His tongue darts out, licking his lower lip as Tarran gasps.
‘Come on, Uncle, let’s enjoy her together.’
He nods, lowering his gun that was pointed as Sal’s head, and steps forward. My fingers swirl back and forth feeling Tarran’s fear. As Carlos steps even closer, I plunge two fingers inside her glistening pussy. Her mouth gapes open as her head tilts back, and her breath hitches.
‘Are you scared, little lamb?’
‘Yes,’ she breathes.
‘Good. You should be.’
Carlos stands in front of Tarran, his rancid breath fanning both of our faces. There’s a hunger burning in his eyes as his filthy fingers clamp around her jaw. ‘Ah, cariño.’
His gaze locks on her, delving deep into her eyes – eyes so alluring they’d bring any man to their knees. Slowly, I withdraw my hand, slipping it behind my back, my fingers finding the jagged edge of the broken arrow in my rear pocket, the one thatsnapped when it struck the ground during The Trinity’s relentless hunt.
I squeeze her left breast, releasing a gasp from Tarran’s mouth as the cold metal bites into my skin, the sting of pain nothing compared to the rage that’s boiling beneath my skin. Blood wells from the cut as I pull it round to the front. Carlos’s hand grips his zipper as he licks his lip, the rapid “zzt-zzt-zzt” of tiny gears unlocking sounding purposeful. Tarran’s heartbeat speeds up a notch.
‘Hold her still,’ he smirks, and I do. I pull her tight, twisting her to my left as my hand shoots forward, driving the jagged arrowhead forward towards his face. It finds its target with a wet crunch, burying itself deep into his left eye socket. The sound is macabre, like stepping on a raw egg, but his scream that follows is far worse.
No one looks at my girl like that.
This time, I can’t see the fear in his eyes, nor do I have to. He jerks back, his hands clawing at his face as blood spurts between his fingers.
‘Don’t kill him!’ Tarran shrieks, but I pay her no mind. I let her go as I walk towards Carlos. He’s gurgling as he stumbles backwards, his legs buckling beneath him. The arrowhead is sticking out grotesquely, twitching as if alive, his one good eye rolls towards me, wide with shock and horror.
‘She doesn’t want me to kill you, Carlos. Youoweheryourlife.’
‘P-please,’ he pleads with trembling lips, and his hands rose like they could shield him fromwhat’s coming. The commotion draws Sal’s attention, turning him on the spot. His face is grim, disgusted at the scene. ‘He killed your father, boss.’
My breath catches. ‘What?’
Carlos chuckles, ‘And your mother,’ Carlos spews, ‘only she was still alive when I began chopping her up.’
‘And he planned on killing you too,’ Sal adds.
Carlos coughs, ‘I’d hoped The Trinity would finish you off,’ he gargles, blood bubbling from the corners of his mouth. Before I can respond, the roar of engines cut through the air. SUV’s screech to a halt, their doors flying open as armed guards pour out with their weapons drawn. Their shouts are loud and commanding. ‘ON YOUR KNEES, NOW!’
Carlos staggers to stand. ‘Thank god! KILL THEM, all of them,’ he orders.
Sal steps forward, his arms raised in a gesture of calm, his voice carrying authority. ‘Hang on, boys,’ he says. ‘You’ve got your guns aimed at Don Angel Gabriel Sanchez Lewis, son of Don Juan Sanchez Garcia. You work for him now!’
