Page 69 of Justyce
My eyebrows hit the roof at the audacity of this woman when I hear those words tumble out of Brandy’s mouth. No one talks to Raine Voroniva like that −no one. My sister has been through enough in her short life and I refuse to allow this insignificant fuck talk to her like that.
I don’t need to come to Raine’s rescue, though. She closes in on Brandy like a cougar after a kill, and the crunching sound of her gun hitting Brandy’s face ricochets off the walls, along with her agonizing screams. Serves her right.
“Are you after a death wish, slut? Because that can be arranged. I think you forget you’re the one in dire straits here, so if I was you I would refrain from spilling venom from that putrid mouth of yours,” I snap, feeling the anger rise within.
“Continue!” I demand. My patience is wearing thin and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep this façade up.
Brandy’s sobbing pleas bubble up and bounce around the room. My jaw clenches because this bitch has jumped on my last fucking nerve.
Her eyes bug wide as my hand wraps around her throat and squeezes. Instantly I feel grounded, and that’s some fucked up shit right there considering it takes violence to calm the raging storm inside of me. Electric blues attempt to make an entrance at the thought of calming seas and storms, but I block Kenzi out and focus on the task at hand.
I level her with a stare that has made grown men piss themselves. “Last chance, Brandy. I’m no longer feeling cordial, and you, well, you are proving to be a terrible and useless hostage. Do you know what happens to useless hostages?” My left eyebrow hikes up in question as her chocolate skin turns pasty.
I release my hand from her clammy throat, my lip tipping up in disgust as I wipe it on my jeans.
Brandy draws in ragged breaths, and says, “His−his half-brother showed up recently like I said,” she heaves in more air then continues, “and since then he’s changed. First Georgie’s brother suggested he start pilfering money from the club and then he introduced him to some big hot shot.”
Rubbing my thumb and index finger against my stubble jaw, I listen as Brandy stutters through her sentences, but my brain is stuck on her big hot shot comment. That has to be my father, it has to be. And if that’s so, then who the fuck is Georgie’s half-brother?
Interrupting her babbling, I say, “What’s Georgie’s brother’s name?”
There is snot drizzling from her nose and she hiccups through her words, trying to form a fucking sentence. I’m beyond teetering on the edge. I’m about to trip on this damn live wire and light this shit up.
“He calls him, D,” she wheezes out. “That’s all I know. I’ve never met him.”
Heat thrums through my body like a tempestuous volcano on the brink of erupting. I should have known she’d be useless. After all, she couldn’t suck cock to save her life.
I reign in the blistering inferno within and grind out, “Well then what the fuck do you know, Brandy?”
I observe her washed out browns grow three times their usual size as the realization settles in. “Uh, uh, the man, the big shot, he lives close by. Georgie said he was into some fucked up shit, morbid and sadistic.”
I find Raine’s eyes and I see the melancholy in them, but I don’t want her fucking sympathy or anyone else’s. We both know Brandy is talking about my father, that piece of information we were already aware of.
Shaking my head, a dark blonde strand falls into my eyes, urging me to thread my fingers through and push it away. Except my hand itches to wrap the lock around my fist and pull it the fuck out. I need out of this dank, urine and mouse infested room.
My phone vibrates in my pocket and I should see it as a sign, a relief. I’ll be able to leave this hole now.
Fishing my cell out, I look down to find Acheron’s number flash across my screen. “Raine, I need to answer this. See that ourguestgets what she deserves.”
I exit the room, leaving behind a screaming Brandy, and step into the hallway. Sliding my finger across the screen, I answer with a bark. “What?”
“Anyone would think you didn’t get laid last night, you sour cunt,” Acheron deadpans.
“Out with it, Ach, I’m not in the mood for you bantering bullshit.”
Acheron groans, “Fuck sake, J. It looks like Georgie has split. All that’s left in his decrepit and rancid apartment is pizza boxes, beer bottles and a single photo.”
A mixture of anger and intrigue sets in at the mention of Georgie fleeing and the photo he left behind. “What’s the photo of?”
“To be honest, I’m not hundred percent who it is but it looks a fuck load like Dereke.”
“Dereke? As in the Dereke who sold his step-daughter to us for his debtDereke?” I ask, clenching my fist closed and opening it again.
“Yeah that Dereke. Oh and speaking of Kenzi, I can’t find her.”
“Where the fuck are you, Acheron?” my voice sounds like cement is pouring down it and hardening.
“Before you get your knickers in a twist, I couldn’t find my wallet and your place is the only house I’ve been to beside the club.”
