Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Shifting the crowbar into both hands, I stalk back to him.
I feel a little stitch in my side, but I’m not going to let it stop me.
Mikhail glares up at me with defiance in his eyes and a smirk curving on his lips.
Stupid fucker still doesn’t think I’ll do it. No, he’s so used to beating me into submission, he doesn’t think I have it in me.
Gathering up all the hate and loathing I have for him and letting it wash over me, I scream in rage and swing down at him. “This is for Robert, motherfucker!”
“Fuck!” Mikhail yells as the crowbar connects with the hands he throws up to protect himself.
Undeterred, I lift the crowbar and swing down again with everything I have before he has a chance to defend himself.
“This is for my parents!”
I crack him right across the stomach and he tries to ball up with a grunt of pain.
Chest heaving, I stare down at him, my lips doing the smirking now as worry washes over his face.
His pain is giving me life.
Filling me up with buzzing energy and making more of my own pain fade away.
“Ah… looks like I’m late to the show,” Jude says, his voice sounding a little strained.
I tear my gaze away from Mikhail to see Jude stumbling through the door.
“Shit, are you okay?” Poster Boy asks as Jude has to stop and lean and against the wall.
“Yes,” Jude answers and his lips stretch into a sardonic grin. “It’s just a little flesh wound. Carry on.”
Mentally shrugging my shoulders, I turn back to Mikhail to find him breathing heavily and glaring up at me now with murder in his eyes.
Oh, I know that look.
I’m going to knock that fucking look right off his face.
“The balls, Luke. Shoot him in the fucking balls if he runs,” I pant before I swing down again and crack Mikhail across the kneecaps.
Mikhail lets out a howl of pain.
That one was definitely for Levi.
“Don’t think he’ll be running now though!” I laugh, lift the crowbar, and swing down again, aiming for his head.
Sensing my intention, Mikhail rolls and manages to throw his hands up to protect his head as I swing at his face.
I only connect with his arms and the side of his head.
“Motherfucker!” I vent in frustration.
Almost frantic now with the need to cause him pain, I swing again and again, not even caring what I’m hitting.
“How does it feel? Huh? How does it feel?” I pant as the crowbar cracks against his arms, stomach, legs, and back as he tries to roll and scramble away from me.
Each time the crowbar connects, I’m paying him back for something he did to hurt me.
I’m literally taking my pound of flesh from his flesh.
But he’s not nearly afraid enough.
He continues to curse me and promises retribution through his yelps and howls.
I get one last hit in on his ribs, but this isn’t doing it for me anymore. No, he’s bleeding and busted up, but he’s not scared and he’s not fucking crying.
I need to find a way to put the fear of God in him.
If it’s the last thing I do, I want him to know what it was like for me every time he laid into me.
The helplessness. Knowing if I tried to protect myself or fight back, I’d—
“Change of plans, Luke,” I huff, my eyes locked on Mikhail’s eyes. “If he fucking moves shoot him in the head.”
“Got it,” Poster Boy chuckles.
He’s totally enjoying this.
And I am too, to be honest.
“You hear that, Mikhail?” I say, and I can feel my eyes gleaming as I step up to him. “You move, you’re fucking dead.”
Pushed up on his elbows, Mikhail’s sweaty and flushed face contorts as his eyes blacken with rage. “I’m going to kill you for this, Allison. I’m going to fuck you and kill you in front of Levi. Then I’m going to slit his fucking throat and let him bleed out all over your dead body!”
I kick his legs apart, resisting the urge to stomp my boots down on his busted kneecaps.
Again, I have to fight through my rage to do this right. If I don’t do this right, he won’t suffer. He’ll get off easy.
Jabbing the crowbar into his throat and forcing him down flat, I grit out, “You know, I think this is the only time in my life I’ve ever actually wanted to touch your cock.”
His brows pinch in confusion as I nudge my way up to his groin with my boots.
“Remember,” I say and jab against his Adam’s apple with the crowbar. “You fucking move, you fucking touch me, you die. Right, Luke?”
“Right,” Poster Boy agrees almost gleefully. “I’ll blow his fucking brains all over the place.”
I grin as Mikhail’s expression grows downright psychotic with anger and worry as I keep his head pinned to the floor with the crowbar.