Page 108 of Maverick's Madness


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“Y-yes,” she stutters.

Blind rage consumes me, and I punch the bed, barely missing Victoria’s face.

“You fucking Jake?”

She nods, cowering in terror.

I leave the bed and grab her cell off the dresser, formulating a plot of my own. Victoria sits up, covering her nudity with her blanket.

“What’s the code?”

She tells me and I type it in. I scroll through her contacts and shoot Jake a text.

Maverick:Parents aren’t home and I’m horny.

Jake: Sweet, on the way to pound that pussy.

Figures the offer of sex would get him here in a hurry.

Maverick: Come on up, the front door is open.

“What did you do?”

“It’s a surprise,” I respond sardonically, flashing her a Cheshire smile. “Where’s your stun gun?”

I remember her having one.

“Top drawer to the left,” she answers, voice trembling.

I retrieve the weapon. “Stay still and keep quiet. Understand?”

“Yes.”

Twenty minutes later, my target arrives, and I hide behind the door.

“Ready to get dicked down, girl?” Jake drawls, entering the bedroom.

I zap the asshole on his neck, and he squeals, dropping like a rock. Victoria whimpers, drawing her knees to her chest.

“Turn around you piece of shit,” I bark.

He rolls to his back, holding his palms up in surrender, but I’m not interested in capitulation. I want his fucking blood. I deliver a swift kick to his nose, crushing cartilage and bone. Jake howls, clutching the mangled appendage. Still, my thirst for blood isn’t appeased. I lift my foot and begin stomping on his abdomen repeatedly.

“Please, stop,” Victoria sobs, rocking back and forth.

“Shut the fuck up.” I point at her. “You’re done at Montgomery Academy.”

She cries even louder, knowing I don’t make idle threats.

I kneel beside Jake. “Go near Cocoa again and I will bury you.”

“Okay, man,” he croaks, grimacing in agony. “You got it.”

“I’m glad we came to an understanding.”

I ram the stun gun against his crotch and zap him a second time for good measure. He bays at the top of his lungs and pisses himself. Now I’m satisfied.

I lie on my bed, curled into a ball on my side. Trey Songz’s melodic voice belts from my cell phone’s speaker.