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But I shot him a look that said I wasn’t staying away long.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Wrench
I’m going to kill that fucker.
That was the only thing consuming my mind. I wanted his blood on my hands. I wanted to be the one to make the light fade from his eyes. This rage I felt inside of me, I’d never felt anything like it before.
Made me glad that Baby hadn’t been my first kill.
I wanted it to behim.
Fucking Dustin.
And I was willing to die trying.
Red clouded my vision as I watched him grab Cat by the hair and toss her off the chair like she was trash.
Yeah, he was gonna die.
Die for taking her. Die for putting his hands on her. Die for making that fear cloud her eyes. Die for trying to take something away from her that she wasn’t willing to give.
I couldn’t hear a thing over the blood pumping angrily through my ears.
Then he kicked her.
And spit on her.
A million different scenarios ran through my head of how I was going to torture him. And a million more of how I was going to end him after that.
“Chry.” Cat called my name from her position on the floor. It broke through all the rage inside me, but I couldn’t look at her. Couldn’t fucking do it. This was all my fault. She shouldn’t have been there, shouldn’t have been dragged into this. If she hadn’t been with me last night on the beach, she’d still be safe and sound. Probably at home studying or, fuck, doing something nice like her nails or some shit. The way it should have been. “Chry, look at me.”
“Can’t,” I grunted out around the gag, closing my eyes for a second. I opened them just in time to catch that motherfucker kicking her in the back out of the corner of my vision, causing her to cry out with a loud sob, yet I still couldn’t bring myself to look at her.
I couldn’t bare to see the look in her eyes. I didn’t know what I would find there, but it would have gut me no matter what I saw. She might not have blamed me, but I was blaming myself. Sheshould haveblamed me. She should have fuckin’ hated me.
But deep down, I knew that wasn’t Cat. She was sweet and kind. Wholesome and too fuckin’ good for this world I lived in.
Welived in.
Though it was hard, I needed to start seeing her as the woman who was there with us. She was part of the club family. She was one of the ones that had to deal with the fallout of what we did.
The new fucker that had just walked in stepped in front of me, blocking my view.
“Get him up,” he barked to the two that had me pinned down under their boots.
The pressure on my back released, but it was only a second before I was being yanked to my feet by my armpits. My shoulders screamed in pain when my arms jerked against the rope holding me to the shelf. The little bit of slack they’d given me was gone. Maybe they should have thought a little better when they tied me up, especially if they wanted me standing. But then again, they probably didn’t give a shit about my comfort.
They held onto me, making me stare at the guy in front of me. Baby’s brother, I assumed. My eyes traveled down to the patches on his cut, sneering as I saw the dirty one claiming him the VP of the bullshit club. This asshole’s name was Tiger. That made me nearly snort. With his gut hanging over his pants and his bald head, he looked the farthest thing from a tiger, that was for sure. Didn’t even have menacing eyes or anything. This guy was a fucking joke!
Well, not really, because he probably could hurt me since I was bound and all. Not to mention how there were five of them now, and only one of me.
Yeah, shit stopped being funny then.
“You know my brother?” he asked, and there wasn’t one single thing about the look on his face that said he was in the mood for games.
Which, apparently, made me think that this was the best time for such things.
