Page 95 of Justyce
My father snaps me from my thoughts and I focus my cold graphite eyes on him. He’s shivering, the macho bravado bullshit he’s trying to pull is exactly that − bullshit.
“We’re not finished here, not by a long shot.” I shoot him in the kneecaps and he bellows out, his face contorting and scrunching in pain.
“Care to explain anything to me father? Perhaps the fact that limp dick over there called you dad? Or the fact you have Dereke in this cell, the man who orchestrated this entire thing who also had his fingers buried in my girl, his fucking step-daughter?
Draconis smiles wide but I’m not fooled. I can see the beads of sweat pooling on his creasy forehead and the blood continuing to seep out of him like a leaky tap.
“You never did get it, did you? Always so weak and insecure. You inherited that from your mother’s side, that’s for damn fucking certain.”
I interrupt him, feeling bored with his façade and needing to get back to Kenzi. “Enough with the circus act,Draconis.Answer the question,or would you prefer I leave you here to bleed out instead? It can be arranged…”
His mask slips and his face morphs to one filled with hatred and anger. “I fucking made you and I sure as fuck can take you out!”
I raise an eyebrow, the adrenaline pulsating through my body. The little sparks of joy flicker throughout because I’m under his skin.I’m finally under his fucking skin.
“Can you, old man? Seems you don’t really have a leg to stand on,” I finish, the irony has me chuckling.
“Fuck you! I’m not telling you a thing and you don’t have the guts to kill me,son.”
It occurs to me my father believes he’s still in control here so this will never work. Raising my shoulders in a shrug, I turn to face Acheron and Kenzi.
Pointing a finger at him, I say, “Don’t let him die because I’m not finished with him.” Motioning toward Dereke, I add, “If he’s alive, keep him that way. We need to have fucking words. Ring Dr Angelite and explain the situation to her, have her send one of her trusted colleagues to tend to my father then send her to me. I need her to look over Kenzi.”
Emotions move through the holes of his mask, his lapis eyes moving at light speed. I can’t latch on to any of them but I don’t care to right now. The last thing I have the time for is to decipher my brother’s intentions or feelings.
I turn on my heel and rush toward my girl.
“Kenzi, baby? Fuck. My poor, beautiful girl. Wake up, baby, please. I’m so sorry.”
My clammy hands cup her face as I catalogue her injuries. She looks like a beautiful broken doll and I want to kick myself in the nuts for ever yearning to break this gorgeous creature.
I unhook her hands from the metal holding her restrained arms, the guilt and anger battling against each other as I bring her dead weight closer to me.
“Fucking weeaaakk,” Draconis slurs and that’s the last I hear of him. A loud crack echoes throughout the cell and then there is nothing but labored breathing wheezing from Kenzi’s chest.
Her eyes weave to and fro under her lids but she surprises me and opens them. Tears build and my vision becomes blotchy when I look into those bloodshot electric hues. My girl is neither here nor there.
Her bloodied fingers run over my mask. “Are we in heaven?” she asks, and I force the lump down that’s formed in my throat.
“Shit. Kenzi, stay with me ok. I’m going to untie your wrists from these binds. I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t get here sooner.”
Her eyes are unfocused but somehow she still manages to gift me with a smile. Regardless of her split lips, it’s beautiful.
Losing the fight to keep focus, her eyes roll to the back of her skull and then I watch as she forces them back open.
“Can you tell him I love him, please? I didn’t get to tell him,” she whispers and then passes out.
My heart detonates, fracturing and splintering inside of my chest cavity at her admission. I’m stunned, tears streaming down my face. I don’t cry… ever.
But here I am, blanketing Kenzi with my body while a waterfall falls from my fucking eyes. Acheron coughs behind me and breaks me from my reflection. Before I know it, I’m taking the steps two at a time to get away from every bad memory that concrete cube contains.
Asphyxiation claws at my throat, stealing the oxygen I so desperately require to make it out of here. Adrenaline sputters in my veins, slowly dying out and I stumble out of my father’s lair and into the hallway.
Dead bodies are scattered in my path along with the abundance amount of blood painting the once meticulously kept mansion.
I stagger down the hallway and into the main opening. The Charmed Brother’s stand there, smiles and depravity dancing in their manic eyes as they survey their handy work.
But what stops me in my tracks, what has me faltering, is my mother under Rodriguez’s arm and Jelena off to the side crying.
