Page 101 of Dismantle & Prevail
Taylor shakes off her bloodied hand, then wipes at the spit which is now on her neck. I watch in awe as she smears the spit covered hand mixed with the remnants of Tana’s blood onto Tana’s face. Tana continues to cry and Taylor simply shrugs. “That sucks. I think I fixed your face a little, though. Call it a trash facial. Key ingredients, bodily fluid from pieces of shit like you.”
She wipes her hand clean on Tana’s pant leg and smiles. “Have fun in prison, scumbag. You’ll need all the luck in the world to convince people to take you in with that fucked up face.”
Taylor is about to walk away but pauses. Leaning forward, she pushes her finger against Tana’s nose and a painful cry escapes from Tana. “Oo. Crunchy. Oh well. Have a horrible life.”
Tombstone and I can no longer hold in our laughter as Taylor walks away with her head held high. She places a kiss on my lips as she leaves the room.
Briefly, I glance down at my phone once more just as Taylor is climbing into bed next to Rayne.
My two girls are together. How could life get any sweeter?
“I know. Taylor was a big ol’ meanie. Too bad I don’t give a fuck. Let's go.”
Tombstone grabs my attention as he untangles the ropes from around Tana. Guiding her to stand by pulling on her cuffs and forcing her to walk out of the room.
He brings her to a halt right in front of me and she looks to me with pleading eyes.
“C’mon Ari. I’m your daughter's mother. Are you really going to let them take me away from her? She needs me!”
“She doesn’t. No one does. You are a pathetic excuse for a mother and human being. You have never cared about her other than when it benefitted you. If you were a true, loving mother, you wouldn’t have faked her death and took her away from a stable, loving environment. People like you are the reason I have a purpose on this earth. And that is to save innocent individuals from people like you.”
Tana bucks against Tombstone. “You fucking piece of shit! I—”
“Yeah. Yeah. I’ve heard it all, Tana. You should be grateful I am thinking of our daughter and putting her first. Something you have lost the concept of. If I was half the man I used to be, you’d be joining your boyfriend in hell.”
“I–”
Tana tries to argue once more, but I’m done.
I need to get to my girls and this piece of garbage needs to be off my damn property before I lose all sense of control and actually kill her.
Dismissing Tombstone with a wave, I breathe a sigh of relief when he hands her off to Dylan, who is waiting at the end of the hallway.
Now onto punch Clay’s ticket to hell so I can get to the two girls I love most in this world and figure out what our new normal looks like.
Cracking my knuckles, I steal one last look at a sleeping Taylor and Rayne before heading down to The Bastille.
Time to pay the price, Clay. Or should I say, masked devil, that I refuse to let haunt my nightmares a second longer?
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Aries
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Clay hangs by his hands from the ceiling. The metal cuffs cutting into his wrists.
He glares down at me, the tattoos on his face almost unrecognizable courtesy of the heel of my boot meeting his face.
“Well, well. We meet again.”
Slowly, Clay lifts his head, and the second his evil eyes meet mine, he smiles.
“If it isn’t the infamous, Aries Clark. Took ya long enough to find me.”
