Page 45 of Sexy Beginnings
Chapter Thirty-One
Jordan
“So what’s been going on over there?” I nod toward the garage.
Twisted smiles at me as he leans back in the chair. “We’ve been having some fun. I think at this point, the bastard’s about ready for you.”
“Really? What’d you guys do to him?” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Well, we cut his dick off then cauterized the wound with the welding torch so the fucker wouldn’t bleed out. He’s been repeatedly fucked up the ass with the biggest pipe I could manage. Torch went to town poking his nasty ass with a hot poker and playing around some more with the welding torch. Wrench and Brick took their respective toys and had a good ole time. At the end of the night, Cutter covered him in little cuts, rubbed salt in them, then doused them in alcohol. He screamed like a little bitch all night. That cocky ass attitude faded real quick. Fucker has been begging for mercy since you left him with us.” Twisted’s smile is infectious.
It makes me happy to know that he is suffering, that he is feeling pain after what he did to Lucy. He deserves every damn ounce of it, and more. “You think it’s time?” I look over at my brother. The one who has been serving vengeance for me and my girl all night long. He nods and I stand, ready to end this chapter.
When I walk into the garage, the smell is enough to choke me. As I cough and try to catch my breath, I catch sight of him collapsed against one of the poles. He is laying on his side his naked body twisted at unnatural angles. Small cuts covering every inch of skin, each one dripping blood down into the next. As my boots fall heavy on the cement, his body curls into a ball, the action causing loud moans of pain. I can’t help but smile at his pain.
“Stand him up.” Torch walks behind him grabbing him by the little hair he has left and lifting him by it. He screams as he is ripped up. “Not so cocky now, fucker? I told you that you would pay for what you did to her. I hope you enjoyed your time here because your shit is about to end.” I reach for my gun holding it up to his head. “You will never touch another woman again. I will leave your ass in the middle of your compound as a warning to the rest of the sick fuckers there.”
There is no smile from him this time. He is defeated. I’ve won.
Torch steps back. As my finger pulls the trigger, the bullet flies toward him, blood splatters, his head lurches backward, and I feel peace. It’s over. I can tell Lucy it’s done. She doesn’t need to ever be scared of them again. They will never touch her.
His body slumps to the ground with a loud thud and I turn away from him. “Drop his body in the middle of that shit hole tonight. Let them find it in the morning. Make sure you include a note stapled to him warning them not to be anything like that sick fucker.”
I walk away wanting to go check on Lucy now that this bullshit is done with. I want to let her know that everything is over. I’ve fixed it.
The guilt is eating me alive.
My worst fear is that she will blame me for all of this. It was my job to keep her safe and I failed. I let them get to her.
This all happened when she was mine.
When I go back into the common room, Doc is waiting for me. “I need to talk with you.”
“Is she okay?” Nothing else could possibly be wrong.
“Physically everything is the same as I told you last night.” He motions toward a table and we sit down. “My biggest concern right now is how detached she is, right now she is in shock, which isn’t a surprise, but she’s practically catatonic. She refuses to engage. You need to be prepared, the reality is that Lucy is going to be traumatized for a long time. She’s going to need time to heal, and all the support she can get from you.”
“What do you mean? Maybe her throat hurts. Maybe she is in pain and that’s why she didn’t answer you.” Everything will be fine. Doc doesn’t know what he is talking about. Lucy will be fine.
“No, I asked her that. I am not trying to scare you but merely prepare you for what you are about to walk into.” We sit there for a minute before he stands and walks away.
I get up and slowly walk toward my door. Just because she wouldn’t talk to Doc doesn’t mean anything. Lucy is my girl. Everything will be fine, especially once I let her know that she doesn’t need to worry about her family anymore. I keep thinking if I tell myself things will be fine enough times that maybe they will be. She will smile at me and I will stay by her side as she gets better. We will get through this shit together.
I open the door and she looks up at me. My body relaxes seeing her awake and alert. “Sweets, it’s amazin’ to see you.” I walk to her side of the bed. When I reach out to touch her hand she pulls it away from me, then releases a sound of pain from the sudden motion. “Luce, it’s me. I’m not gonna hurt you. I missed you, baby.”
I wait for response for her, but nothing comes.
I don’t make another move to touch her even though I’m dying to.
“I want you to know that we took care of him for you. Your uncle, he’s dead. So is your father and Andrew. They can’t touch you anymore, babe.” She looks at me and as easy as I can usually read her emotions, I have no idea what she is feeling. Her eyes are blank and so is her face. “Talk to me, Luce.” My voice is desperate. The fear of what Doc was saying to me is setting in. I didn’t want to believe him, but now seeing her like this I do. “Please, say anything. Just talk to me.”
She looks at me, but that’s all. Her eyes focused on my face but not really seeing me. It’s like when you are daydreaming and not really paying attention to what you’re looking at.
“Lucy, please, I need you to come back to me. I can’t have you this close and still lose you.”
She closes her eyes effectively blocking me out.
I sit next to the bed for the longest time, praying that she will open her eyes and this will all be a dream.
I didn’t want to believe Doc.
I didn’t want to believe that after finding her, I could still lose her.
