Page 58 of Better Run
She sobs, her clothes dirty and hair tangled, kneeling with her face close to the dirt. She’s so pitiful it makes me angry. If she was my kitten, she’d fight me, cuss me out, make me bleed. But Sage has never been strong.
I yank my hand in her hair and make her look at the boulder under the oak tree. “Here we are. The sad, sad end to a sad, sad man.”
She blinks tears out of her eyes, barely registering. I cut her off cold Turkey from her pills, so she’s withdrawing pretty hard. Her whole body shakes.
“He died in the end like he lived. Like a coward. Don’t worry. We cut off his dick and balls before he went. Stuck them in his eye sockets. While he was still alive, naturally.”
She leans over and pukes. I cross my arms. “Sorry to defile the things you liked. But he liked to stick them in little boys too, so he just couldn’t keep them.”
She hasn’t looked up from her vomiting. Her breathing is fast and shallow. I curl my lip in disgust and yank her up by her hair. I put my mouth to her ear and say, “This is where I put the people who cross me.” She struggles weakly. “Say hello to your final resting place. Not today, but soon. Should I bury you with his fingers in your pussy? What’s left of them anyway. Would you like to wear his wedding ring too? Since you seemed to want to play his girl.”
She smells of vomit. I set her back down.
Her lack of response fills me with disappointment. It feels disrespectful. What, with her being in such an important place. The last time I was here, Cole and I achieved true justice. Not the justice they preach from behind the badge. But the real kind.
Right now, I feel nothing of the relief and triumph I felt before. The quivering girl at my feet just annoys me. I came out here to achieve some sort of equilibrium, and Sage isn’t giving it.
I fling Sage over my shoulder, more than a little mad that she is making my revenge feel empty. I don’t want to keep feeling; I’ve done enough over the past 24 hours. Things were not going to plan. Actually, the only really interesting thing after taking Sage has been watching my kitten try to fight for both of them. Watching her hatred deepen. Watching that pretty little mouth pucker when I come around. It does things to my dick and my mind. I can’t stop thinking about her. Her fiery spirit, her hate-filled eyes, and her sexy body.
My dick gets hard, and I feel a spark of passion. What would she look like taking Cole and I at the same time? Stretched around both of us with that perfect, tight little body. Would she kick and claw? Pretend she hated it when she secretly loved every second?
I grin and walk quickly toward the cottage.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Mary Jo
Jayden stomps into the cabin, carrying Sage. He takes her to her room and comes back out. I look up from where I was reading a book on the couch. As he’s taking off his coat his gaze zeroes in on my neck. The air shifts and he’s to me before I realize he’s moving. He snatches my chin and tilts my head back.
“What. Happened,” he growls.
I try to get away, but his fingers on my chin are firm, although gentle.
“It was nothing.”
He lets my head tilt back down to look into my eyes. “Answer.”
Cole pipes up from the kitchen. “That was me. We played with knives.”
“Fuck.” Jayden runs a hand through his hair. “Jesus, Cole, you know how dangerous that is.”
“Yes, mother.” I see Cole roll his eyes from here. “If you don’t like that then you won’t even want to hear about what she did to me.”
Jayden cuts his glance to me. “I hope she fucked your ass to teach you a lesson.” He’s looking at me with passion and heat.
My eyebrows shoot up. Cole laughs. A hint of a smirk crosses Jayden’s face, and then his eyes darken. He stands up straighter and suddenly seems to loom over me.
I swallow. His eyes dart to the movement, and he smirks fully this time.
“Let's play another game, Cole.” Jayden keeps his eyes locked on me. Cole comes up beside him.
The two men look lethal, standing next to each other. Even though Cole and I just fucked, I feel lust roll through me again. Jayden’s fingers flex almost imperceptibly.
I stand slowly. Cole’s nostrils flare.
“Let’s see how much of us she can take at once.”
Both of them? At the same time? Fuck no. I look around for something, anything, while trying to keep an eye on both of them. I know if I run, I might as well lay down right here and spread my legs.
