Page 101 of Justyce
I nod. “Dereke and Georgie also.”
She knocks the air from me, surprising me.
“I want to come.”
I hesitate. What if she doesn’t like the man I turn into when I’m ravenous for revenge? What if it turns her off?
“Please,” she pleads and I cave.
“Are you sure? You can’t unsee this shit once it happens.”
She nods vehemently. “I need this.”
“Ok. Let’s get this shit done.”
We spend the next hour in the shower unable to keep our hands to ourselves. After we’ve finished, we head down to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat before leaving. She sits at the table with a smile on her face and then laughs at something Olga says. I know she isn’t over what happened to her at the hands of my father, but hearing her laugh still makes me happy, and I realize I haven’t really ever experienced that emotion. Definitely not to this extent or capacity.
Digging my phone out of my pocket, I dial Acheron and I wait for him to answer. Five rings later, he picks up. “Brother, are you ok?” I hear the worry lacing his words and I know he’s picturing how we found Kenzi. I would take a fucking bullet for him but I hope it never comes to that now that I have her.
“Is he there?”
“Yeah.”
“And everything is sorted, ready to go? Did you send the others who don’t need to be there home?” Acheron says he has and then tells me a little about Dereke. Once he’s finished talking, I reply, “Ok. I’ll be there in a couple of hours. Oh, and Kenzi is coming.” I disconnect the call before he tries to talk me out of it.
I load myself and Kenzi into the AMG and head to our destination. It takes ninety minutes for us to reach the mental asylum my father secretly owns. There aren’t many people who know of this despicable place, especially because my father is a sick bastard and has admitted some of the people who’ve wronged him there.
Kenzi looks around wide eyed at the secluded forest and the fortress that occupies it. She reaches for the door but I grab her arm. I’m nervous and a little giddy with what I’m about to do.
A deep crease forms between her eyes and she looks at me with curiosity. I heave a deep sigh and reach behind my seat and pull out the masks.
I’ve had this mask for eleven years, since the night I sent her away for good. I hold it out to her and her hands fly to it.
“For me?”
I nod, sheepish. “You don’t have to wear it…” I trail off.
She shakes her head and slides the half mask over her head. I swear my heart and dick swell in synchronization.
The left half is electric blue with blood dripping from the eye socket. There is a crack carved into the piece on the right side, symbolizing the night I stole what we could have been by sending her away. Metallic black slashes through the center of the mask, and she looks stunning.
I fight the beast inside of me, insisting he keep his depraved thoughts at bay. I’d love nothing more than to bend her over the bonnet of my car but there will be time for that later. Right now we both need this.
I pull my mask over my face and Kenzi’s breath catches. I know my mask has always turned her on, our high school years indicated as much. I’ll be sure to exercise those demons another day.
“Let’s do this.”
We walk hand in hand through the asylum. It’s stark white and the smell of antiseptic stings my nostrils. I loathe this place with a vengeance I didn’t think I could possess.
The nurses smile at me and continue working, as if we’re not wearing masks and what I’m about to do is legal. It makes me laugh lightly under my breath.
We walk to the far end of the asylum and through a set of heavy locked doors. The normally inaccessible part of the asylum has become my father’s prison, his forever home.
Entering the room, I find him strapped half naked to a St Andrew’s cross with a ball gag in his mouth. I have to laugh at the irony. He’s scared. Good. It’s only going to get worse.
His blue eyes fly between Kenzi and me and I feel my lips tip up at the sides.
“Father. Such a shame you find yourself here. It didn’t have to come to this, you know.”
