Page 92 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Looks a little out of place here. How the fuck has it not been stolen?”
I don’t say anything to Cade’s observation. Reaching over, I open my glove compartment and grab out my gun.
“What the fuck do you need that for?”
I look over at Jaxson. “Are you going to try and tell me you’re not packing?”
He glares at me, “Of course I am. So you don’t fucking need that. It will be too fucking tempting for you.”
I grunt, “Don’t worry about it. You know I could kill him with my bare hands if I wanted to, a gun doesn’t mean shit.”
Reaching under my seat, I pull out the wooden baseball bat I stashed in there last night.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Jaxson mutters.
I hand the bat over to Cade, “Hold this please.” He takes it from me without question.
“How the fuck is it I’m being the fucking reasonable one here? Evans, you need to keep your fucking cool, man. I’m serious.”
“Jesus, I told you what my priority is. Quit acting like a fucking chick and let’s go.”
“Chick, my ass, I’ll fucking remind you just how fucking un-chick-like I am when we’re done with this shit.”
I ignore his grumbling threat and get out of the truck; Jaxson and Cade both follow behind me as we walk up to the door. One neighbor, who walks out to get his paper, walks back in when he sees the three of us. I’m assuming the bat Cade is holding doesn’t look all that good.
Wasting no time, I knock. When there’s no answer I start fucking banging on it, knowing the son of a bitch is home.
Finally there’s movement on the other side. “Hold the fuck on!”
The door swings open, revealing the most pathetic fucking sight I’ve ever seen in my life. A grown man who looks like he hasn’t showered in a fucking week and smells like it too. His blonde hair, that’s started to grey, is in a greasy mess; blood- shot eyes are sunken in on a pale face. He’s tall and his body isn’t in as bad as shape compared to the rest of him.
“What the fuck do you want?” he rasps, sizing up the three of us.
“You Earl Morgan?” I ask, even though I’m pretty fucking positive he is.
“Yeah, who the fuck are you?”
I smile, but there’s nothing friendly about it. “I’m a friend of Grace’s.”
Recognition dawns in his eyes before they narrow. “Listen, like I told the other guy. I don’t know where the fuck that whore…”
I don’t let him finish. My rage breaks loose and I kick the fucking door open. It hits him square in the face, and the force of it snaps his head back. I charge in after him before sending another blow to his face knocking him to the ground.
I briefly register Jaxson and Cade following in before closing the door behind them. My hand wraps around the fucker’s neck, pinning him to the ground before I pull my gun out and jam it against his forehead.
“Earl. What was that noise?” a woman’s slurring voice breaks in. An exact replica of this white trash, but female, comes walking in. “Oh my god!”
She runs to grab the phone but Cade steps in front of her while Jaxson raises his gun. “I wouldn’t do that, lady, if I were you,” Cade’s warning is loaded with dangerous intent.
Knowing they have her, I bring my attention back to this useless fuck, “You have something that belongs to my girl, and I’m here to collect it. If you fucking cooperate I might leave you alive.”
His blood-shot eyes turn hard, “You’re not going to get away with this. I’ll have the cops all over your asses before you can leave town.”
I smile down menacingly at him, “Call the cops, I fucking dare you. Actually, why don’t we have her call them right now? They could come here and I could tell them all about how you like to fuck with helpless girls. Girls you’re supposed to fucking take care of and protect. But instead you beat them with fucking belts and try coming into their fucking room at night?” The words leaving my mouth, has my violence hitting a level I’ve never felt before…
I press the gun harder into his skull, making him howl in pain. My finger hovers over the tempting trigger. “What do you think about that, you sick fuck!”
“Earl, what’s he talking about?”
“Nothing, Candy, just shut the fuck up!” he slurs through his busted lip. “Look I don’t know what she told you, but the little bitch is fucking lying.”
His words send me over the edge again. Raising my gun I send blow after blow across his face, once, twice, three times before shoving the gun into his dick with brutal force. He coughs and wheezes as blood pours from his mouth and nose. “I should blow your fucking dick off…”
“I never fucking touched her like that. I swear…”
He screams in pain when I jam the gun harder against his dick. “Only because you were interrupted. You held her down and you were going to force your dick inside my girl. I should kill you for that alone.” My finger starts to shake with restraint, and I’m barely able to suppress the urge to pull the fucking trigger.
“Evans, man, remember what we came here for. Let’s get it,” Jaxson warns.
“What is it you fucking want?” he asks, sputtering through blood.
“I want her mom’s ashes that you fucking stole from her and I want them now.”
“I don’t know where they are.”
It’s easy to tell he’s lying. “Wrong answer, motherfucker.” Grabbing his hand, I hear the sickening crack before feeling bones shatter between the crushing force of my hand.
He howls in pain again and his voice is laced with agony.
“Next it will be your other one, then your arms and legs. I will break every fucking bone in your body until you tell me where it is. And if you still don’t answer I will fucking kill you and tear this house apart until I find it. What’s it going to be?”
