Page 150 of Maddox
My job was to surveil some house on the other side of the tracks while Romeo did recon with the police department. We don’t usually cooperate with the pigs but we’re not dumb. We have a few on the inside willing to share info for a little cash.
Since I couldn’t be trusted not to offend the pansy ass fuckers, they sent Romeo. Meanwhile, I was waiting for the fucker who “dated” Bambi to come home.
Except when a car pulled into the driveway to the right, all thoughts of Bambi faded when I saw none other than Delaney’s ex-whatever fixing his hair in the rearview mirror.
Now, I’m staring at my prey. He’s trussed up like a turkey and lying in a bathtub while I assess his injuries. I’m running out of time. It was stupid to do this here but what can I say…rage got the better of me.
I gave him twin black eyes for looking at Delaney while she was laying incapacitated on the grass behind that warehouse. I broke his fingers for even thinking about touching her.
I’m contemplating all that unblemished skin and how easy it would be to carve his truth into it when he mumbles, “Please.”
Hm.
The words rapist would look good emblazoned on that stupid ass forehead.
“You a rapist, asshole?”
The way I found Delaney that night at the warehouse still doesn’t sit right with me and now I’m going to get some answers.
“N-No!” he squeaks. “We were just having some fun.”
“Fun?” I growl and he cringes away from me, his eyes wide. “Did you drug her?”
When he shakes his head, I pop him in the mouth, gratified to see the blood bubbling from his lips as I bark, “Well?”
“It was only supposed to be fun,” he wails.
“Did. You,” I say, tapping his head. “Drug. Her?”
He starts to snivel again, and I sit back, eyeing the lying sack of shit. Hediddrug her and he’s lucky I don’t snap his neck here and now.
“We-We were just dancing, bro,” he says.
“I ain’t your bro,” I snarl, smacking him in the head. “Listen real careful, now. Feel me?”
When he nods, the sweat beading on his forehead flies as I say, “You lie. I fuck you up.”
“K-Kay,” he stutters.
“Did you touch her?”
At my question, I can see the wheels turning and I eye his quivering lip before pinching the bridge of my nose. “Do you want to live through this, you pathetic fuck?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Did you? Did you lay your filthy hands on her?” I ask, holding my breath. I don’t care what I said, if the fucker violated her, Iwillkill him.
“No. No! I wouldn’t do that,” he snivels but I’m not buying it.
“What are you not saying?” I ask, nudging him with my shoe and he shrinks away, his groans rebounding off the tile walls.
“He,” he mumbles before closing his eyes. “He said it would make her relax, is all.”
What the fuck is he talking about?
“He? Who?” I ask.
“Josh.”
