Page 57 of The Prey
It wasn’t finished yet. Jason had a look in his eyes—madness. And desperation.
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The judge was a total bitch.If she opened her mouth—she was well connected. Walters had made that very clear. Between her and Giavonna—he was screwed. He was truly screwed.
His only hope was to make a run for it. Get out of town before Addy or any other fucking loser with the TSP found him. He needed a way to do that.
Scenarios ran through his head. None of them good.
He was going to lose everything. Because of Giavonna Hiller, and that prick Hudson Hanan.
Well, Hanan should lose, too. It was only fair.
And…Jason had the woman Hananloved.
It was time Jason taught Hanan a lesson.
But first, he had to get rid of that bitch judge. Jason slammed his arm out—she was a short woman. His elbow caught her in the face far too easily. She sprawled—landing hard on her desk chair and fell almost limp to the floor.
So damned easy to take her out.
Giavonna screamed.
Jason turned on her. “I’m so sick and tired of women like you trying to fuck up my life. You’ve screwed up everything.”
She scrambled back. Away from him.
He liked how that felt. The power.
He had Giavonna trapped now.
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Jason came right at her.Before Gia could get out of the way, he was on her. They fell to the floor. Her head bounced off the wood. Then he was over her, just like he had been before. “Get off me!”
“No. I’m going to go down for this, well, I’m going to make sure it actually happens this time. Every fucking thing I’ve planned since moving back to this hellhole has fallen through. Hanan’s accident, the fucking fire, Fullman—no. I’m going to finish withyoubefore I go. Then…then, maybe I’ll take care of that bitch judge. Just put her out of her misery, while I’m at it. Then, I’m going to finish with Hanan once and for all. He took everything from me. Him and that fucking Barratt.”
Gia tried to fight off his hands, but the sling was choking her now. And he was on top of her. His knee jammed into her ribs. And then…his hands were there.
On her neck again.
Just like before.
She heard something, a yell, a scream, something.
Then…his head was yanked back. And he howled. With rage.
His hands tightened even more.
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His eyes burned.That bitch judge was on his back, yanking at his hair. Jason yelled out. He tried to shake her off, but the woman clung. She was small, but she had a grip like steel. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was yanking at him. Clawing and scratching.
“Get off her, you sick son-of-a-bitch!” The judge screeched it in his ear. Then clawed at his fucking eyeballs.
The judge just would not let go. Jason reached back and fisted his hand around the woman’s T-shirt, and jerked her over his shoulder as hard as he could.
She went flying. Into the wall, in a way that was so fucking satisfying to see. No bitch judge had ever deserved it more.
