Page 89 of Justyce
My brother has always taken what he wants, even when it’s mine. I finish off inside of her, moaning out my release, grimacing as our juices mingle into the teeth marks Kenzi left. I hope that cunt dies down there. Serves her right.
I pull out, throw Sally a towel that’s hanging off the couch and order her to shower. Once the door shuts, I tuck myself back inside my pants. Avernus does the same.
Reaching for his glass, I watch him sip the amber liquid. “Who’s in the cell?”
“No one,” I snap. “What are you doing here?”
He chuckles, “Fine, don’t tell me. Figured mybrotherwould like to know the kids are onto him.”
I bite down and the pressure of my teeth jarring together sends pain thrumming through my skull. It’s not possible. There is no way Justyce knows Kenzi is here or that I want to replace him with Georgie. Not even Avernus knows about Justyce and Georgie.
“What are you talking about?”
“They know you planted a rat in the club,” he says simply, and I breathe a sigh of relief. That sigh evaporates when he utters his next sentence.
“And that you tried to have Justyce killed by The Charmed Brothers,” he adds, his eyebrow raising in challenge. “Care to elaborate.”
Disbelief bleeds to the surface but I blanket it with ire. My body vibrates as I boom, “I am the Mafia Boss, not you. Mind your own. When I want you to know what the fuck is going on, you’ll know. Now fuck off before I do something we will both regret.”
His teeth gnaw together and I can hear them griding the enamel down. He’s my best friend but he’s also the biggest pain in my fucking ass. Avernus has always believed he was superior to everyone, that he should have outranked me and been the Mafia Boss, but that’s not how our world works, and he knows it.
He stands up abruptly, buttons his jacket, and turns on his heel toward the exit. As he’s about to leave, he stops. “You’re biting off the hand that keeps you fed, brother, remember that.”
Avernus turns away from me, the riddle hanging in the air as he storms out of my dungeon. I don’t have time for his esoteric bullshit. I need to send a message, and that message starts with Kenzi.
Fixing my clothes back into place, I reach for my gun, a knife, and some rope and trudge down the steps to the cell that once housed my soon to be dead son.
She’s slumped over with blood puddled around her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she bleeds out but that would be too easy. She needs to suffer so I can make Justyce be the subservient little fuck he should have been for the last twenty-eight years. He needs to pay.
That’s not why I’m going to send him to the underworld. No, I’m doing it because I can, because I gave him life and I sure as fuck can take it away.
Chapter Twenty-Five – Justyce
I watch from the front of the clubhouse while the waves crash and the sun sets in the distance. It won’t be long now. I only hope he hasn’t hurt Kenzi to the point of irreparable. I shudder at the mere thought of seeing my strong girl hollowed eyed, weak and broken. That’s not who she is.
Miguel’s dark eyes prod, tearing my thoughts away from Kenzi. The crimson riddled meaty matter consumes my thoughts from earlier. I can still feel her riding me, followed by her plasma spraying all over me and it makes me want to puke.
He nods once and I nod back, then he turns around and leaves. Miguel did good on his word. He had the place cleaned up in record time, no one the wiser as we left the crime scene. Her body wrapped in black plastic is no doubt at the bottom of the ocean, weighed down for good measure.
My body still quakes from the aftereffects of the pills and the feeling of the woman’s blood and torn flesh littering my body, even though I’d spent ages in the shower scrubbing at my skin to the point I drew blood.
I’ll keep Miguel’s secret and he’ll keep mine. Lord knows I could use more alliances than enemies right now.
The sound of boots hitting the decrepit deck draws my attention away from my inner clusterfuck. Canting my neck, I peer over my shoulder to meet Arrow’s cognac hues. What I see in those eyes causes my gut to clench.
It’s an emotion I haven’t seen on Arrow in god knows how long. Bleeding melancholy and affliction flit over his features as he kicks at the white sand on the deck. His hair is a mess and his clothes are wayward, and his shirt is hanging half out of his jeans.
“What’s the matter, brother?” I ask, my tone bordering on a whisper because I don’t know how much more my body is willing to handle.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does. Talk to me.”
He laughs, “I’m sure you can put two and two together, Justyce, you’re not dumb.”
“What did she do now?”
“Ding, ding, ding.”
