“Unf!” He groaned when he fell on his ass. “She loves me!” he screamed from the floor.
“This fucking guy is whacked!” Tyler yelled behind me.
I bent low, moving in close to him. “You think so? Was she in love with you when she was riding my dick last night? How about when she gave birth to my children? Or now that she’s pregnant with two more of my children? She still love you?” I taunted, knowing my words would finally send him over the edge.
“Grrr-ahh!” he growled, lunging at me. However, he yelled in agony when I stood, dodging his lunge, and pressed the heel of the steel-toe boots I wore to his face.
Blood poured out of his nose but the crazed gleam in his eyes revealed he was too far gone to care. Excellent. That was just where I wanted him.
“Fuck yo–” He couldn’t get the full curse out before my right cross landed on his chin. Just as he was falling from my punch, I landed another kick to his kneecap. The second time, warmth infused my body when I heard the crunch of bones breaking. His yelp of pain also sent a shiver of elation through me.
Sam was beyond reason at that point, which was just where I wanted him. I could see the agony on his face but my words had set him off. He limped, charging me, screaming that Patience was his. I saw red and blacked out. I caught him with a quick jab and then a left hook to his right ribcage, causing him to buckle to the ground. For most that might’ve been enough, but this was the bastard that’d tried to kill my children while my wife was pregnant the first time, then attacked my woman again. The image of him punching her on that video replayed in my mind. The fear I still saw in her eyes most days over the past three weeks, wreaked havoc on my soul. No. This motherfucker could not live to see another day.
I pounded into his face and chest with everything I had. He flailed his arms and legs at first, as I straddled his body. Eventually, his arms fell to his side as he lost consciousness, but I continued the brutal hammering. Even once my arms grew heavy with exhaustion I stood, and broke one of the legs free of the wooden chair he’d been sitting in when I first entered. I used that leg to beat the rest of the life out of that deranged, son of a bitch, until there was nothing left.
By the time I was finished, my chest heaved, as my lungs struggled for air. I felt like I was coming to from fainting. I looked around, seeing the bloody mess that was once Sam laid out on the floor. His face was unrecognizable; blood and brain matter now coated the floor. My entire body was covered in blood but I knew none of it was mine. The room was completely silent.
I tossed the wooden chair leg aside, the sound reverberating against the concrete. It wasn’t enough. I growled and kicked the lifeless body again and again. I wished I could bring him back to life just to do it all over again.
“That’s enough!” I heard in my peripheral but I didn’t stop.
I kicked and kicked again until three pairs of arms tugged at me.
“He’s fucking dead!” Carter yelled.
“Bro, enough!” Joshua added.
“We need to dispose of the body,” Tyler chimed in.
“Fuck him!” I growled.
“Let it go, bro,” Joshua stated. “He’s gone. He can’t hurt her anymore.”
His words finally mollified me. She was safe. My wife would no longer have to worry about that motherfucker ever again. Or anyone else, as long as I was concerned.
I held up my hands, silently telling my brothers I was fine. They could release me.
I turned from the body. The sight of it still angered me and I needed to regain my sanity to go back to my family.
“You need to clean up,” Joshua came up behind me, stating. “New clothes are in the bathroom. Shower, get this shit off of you, give me your clothes and we’ll burn it with the rest of this filth.”
I nodded, heeding Joshua’s words. I sauntered off in the direction he pointed, reaching the bathroom that was a total contradiction to the room I’d just come from. Whereas the large, empty, concrete space was dreary and dark, the bathroom looked as if it could’ve been a part of a luxury home or hotel. A full size shower, granite tiles on the floors and walls. There was even a huge bathtub for soaking. This was on of Joshua’s buildings.
I didn’t dwell too much on my brother’s affairs. After removing my clothing, I stepped in the shower, and let the hot water wash everything away. I wasn’t about to let Sam or anyone else come between my wife and I any longer. Even if that someone was me. We’d been through too much. She was mine and there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do about it.
I’d promised her that once I returned home, that it was over. He was no longer a part of our lives and I meant it. Sam was dead. The only other time I’d see him again would be in hell. But before then, I had a wife and children who needed me. They’d get my full attention from there on out.
Epilogue
Patience
“Oww! It huuuurts!” I yelled and moaned from the hospital bed.
“I know, Patience. Just one more push!” the doctor insisted. I wanted to tell her to go fuck herself. I was exhausted after twelve hours of labor. The last thing I wanted to do was push out not one buttwobabies.
“Come on, baby. Just a little more,” Aaron cooed from my side.
Despite the pain and exhaustion, the tenderness in his voice and the vice grip he had on my hand spurred me forward.
