Page 76 of Justyce
“You fucking asshole! Not only did you put all of us and the Tartarus Mafia at risk, but you put Kenzi in harm’s way, too! You’re a selfish motherfucker, Justyce! If our fathers even had an inkling Kenzi witnessed anything, she’d be dead and our asses would be nailed to the fucking St Andrew’s cross sitting pretty in my fucking room!”
Anger permeates around us. The tension is so thick I fear it’s going to swallow us completely. Rubbing the side of my face, I swipe the blood from my lips and glare at him, knowing my eye is swelling from his hits. I wish I could punch that fucker in the face, repeatedly. Although I know I deserved those hits, still doesn’t mean I have to like it. Shit. It hurts like a bitch.
“What would you have done, huh, fuckface? The only option other than threatening her sexy ass to leave and never come back was to kill her then and there.” I grind out and spit more blood onto the floor.
“You should have told us, or at least me! I’m your best friend, your brother. I would have had your back no matter what!” he growls. “You chased Kenzi out of Dana Point, out of her home, then you left her to handle all that on her own! What the fuck, Justyce?”
Acheron’s words sink into me, opening the chasm that is my fucked up mind. His voice fades out and I’m back at the cemetery, back to the night I chased my Dark One away.
My fists are bloodied and covered with dirt after plummeting Clayton’s face with them. Serves the fucker right. He won’t be stealing from us or anyone else again.
The stench of musty wet dirt filters through the air as my eyes linger on the chipped and broken tombstones in the cemetery. I shudder. Goosebumps rush over my skin like the ghosts from this ancient land walking right through me. I swear I feel them, that I feel their lingering magic from eons ago in the inky night sky.
Shaking the fog from my head, I lean against a cold tree. The bark scratches into my flesh through my clothes while I watch Acheron slice Clayton’s fingers off one by one.
His agonizing screams tear through the cloth gag, coming out mumbled through the material. Tears pour from his glazed eyes like a torrential rainfall as Acheron cuts his pinky finger off.
I smile, watching the light bounce off Acheron’s scar while he chops off yet another finger. I’m twisted, a contorted puppet doing their bidding, and I hate myself a little more every second that passes because of it.
I scoff in disgust, knowing if a psychologist got hold of me they’d have a field day in my head, poking and prodding to decipher what shade of fuckery I am. Not going to happen, though.
I’m drawn from my ruminations at the sound of something being snapped. Raine is standing in his face, wafting the smelling salts under his nose with a bored look on her face. Her hip is cocked to the left and the small mini skirt is barely covering her ass. I’m not surprised at all to see Arrow gawking.
Raine is not like your typical girl. Hell, I wouldn’t like to be on her bad side, that’s for fucking sure.
I continue my perusal, my eyes fading out into the distance because I’ve had my fun. To be honest, I’m over living this life. Over being under my father’s thumb, in his obscured, and fucked up shadow. I’m only seventeen but my mind, body and soul feel fucking archaic. I’m too young to feel this old.
My ears prick up, hearing a sound snap to the right of me. Kicking off the tree and stepping cautiously, I tread softly to where the noise came from.
Soundlessly my feet move on their own accord and I’m not at all prepared for what I find. My body seizes up and my heart is rocketing through my chest as electric blue puffy eyes find mine. Her body shudders and her hand clamps over her mouth, stifling a cry.
Shaking the vapor from my head, I kick myself into gear and stand in front of Kenzi hiding in the bushes. “Don’t fucking move, Dark One,” I hiss under my breath, and I’m not sure who I’m protecting, her or me.
She whimpers, but doesn’t say a word. The adrenaline thrums brutally through my veins with the realization of what has to happen now. Kenzi has placed herself in this fucking predicament. Why did she have to be so damn inquisitive?
The image of her big, lechery filled eyes watching me fuck Brittney tonight slams into my senses, causing my cock to jerk. Seeing her lips parted and short, rapid gasps leave her mouth now has me wanting to rip her out from behind those bushes by her hair and hate fuck her for what I’m about to do. What she’s making me have to do.
I’m livid with her, but more than that, I’m irate with myself for not scoping out the cemetery before we began torturing Clayton.
“Hey! Justyce!” My head jolts up to look over at Arrow’s cognac irises. “You ok, bro?” he says, raising an eyebrow.
“Good.” I lift my chin toward the bloodied scene and say, “Is it done?”
“Yeah, it’s done. I’ll hang around and wait for Slash and Walker.”
“No,” I say too quickly and Arrow screws up his face in question. “I mean it’s cool, I’ll stay. Take off with Raine. I’ve seen the way you’ve been eye humping her all night.”
Devilry dances in his eyes and he smirks, searching for Raine behind him. “No worries, brother. See you tomorrow.” He slaps me across the back and jogs over toward her.
“Yo, J, what’s the plan?” Acheron sings out.
“Take off, Ach. I’ll meet you back at your place in an hour or so after I’ve called up Slash and Walker to clean up.”
“I’ll hang with.”
“I’m good, brother. Get those chicks ready for us and I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I say, hoping he doesn’t hear the deceit in my tone.
Acheron’s sinister edge taking a front row seat. “If you’re sure?”
