Page 82 of A Wrench in the Plan
I looked at Evan for a long beat. The things I saw in his eyes felt like a mirror image of what I had in mine. Rage bubbling over the surface and the need for blood.
“I have to tell you something,” he said once everyone had moved on, some going into the garage while others took point at the corner of the building. “I killed the VP. That day you… the day you blew up at me in the garage, LT took me to the container and I strangled him with my belt. It… it was my first. Well, my only so far. But I don’t regret it.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” I said, pressing my forehead against his.
His head rolled against me with a slow shake.
“I’m telling you this so that you understand that I won’t see you any differently. I’m telling you that it’s okay to feel guilty… and it’s okaynotto. I’ll still love you.”
“Fuck,” I breathed out. Those were the words I needed to hear. I knew I wasn’t going to feel guilty for killing that fucker— and Iwasgoing to kill him.
I kissed Evan deeply.
Maybe it was a little fucked up, but then again, this whole situation was a little fucked. We didn’t live normal lives, didn’t play by normal rules, but that didn’t mean that we had to feel bad about it.
Dustin deserved to die.
That I was sure of.
Evan released me, giving me the chance to walk ahead of him into the now-open bay door. He closed it behind us.
I found LT, Sidekick, and a few others in the back corner. There was a huge gray plastic tarp spread out on the floor with the piece of shit’s limp body sprawled out on it.
“Should we try to wake him up first?” Twigs asked.
“Yeah,” I said flatly.
I was saving up all my rage and emotions for when I could look him in the eyes and bring him all the pain I’d been dreaming about.
I grabbed a wrench from my station. The heavy weight in my hand felt right. No thoughts went through my head as I swung it at his face, hitting his jaw so hard his head flew to the side.
It might have been my name, but I’d never imagined using one to beat the shit out of someone. I’d come a long way from the boy that used to walk around with a baby wrench hanging out of his back pocket all the time.
“Fuck,” Dustin the Sharter grunted. His eyes were still closed, so I did it again. “What the…” His gaze locked with mine and all the blood drained from his face. “Well, ain’t this great.”
“It’s about to be…” I grinned evilly. “For me.”
My foot reared back and then I kicked him hard in the ribs.
Just like I’d seen him kick Cat.
“You never shoulda touched her,” I said, kicking him again. Pretty sure I’d broken some ribs, but it wasn’t enough. It’d never be enough. “But ya did. And now I’m gonna show you what it’s like to have that shit done to you.”
“Payback’s a bitch,” Ev said from beside me, causing everyone around to stop and stare at him blankly. “What?” He shrugged. “It felt like something needed to be said.”
Dustin cackled deliriously from his curled-up position on the floor. Blood dribbled from his mouth as he said, “Such fucking lame-ass pussies. Your taunts are pathetic. Just like your fucking club.”
“Oh, fuck no,” Ev said, snatching the tool out of my hand and bringing it down on Dustin’s throat. He gasped for air for a long moment, his bound hands going to his neck. When he was finally able to get in a breath, he coughed and sputtered up blood. “Call me a pussy again. What? I’m sorry, I can’t fuckin’ hear you.”
I just stared at Evan, turned on and a little scared.
“The throat, really?” I asked.
“I’m not a fan of getting blood on me,” he shot back. “I prefer to limit my torturing to internal pain.”
Most of the brothers snorted.
With a sad shake of my head, I turned back to Dustin. I couldn’t decide what I wanted to do to him first. My hand went to my knife, giving me an idea. A smile graced my face as I dropped down on one knee beside him, flicking the blade open right in front of his face.
