Why is our report the only one not recorded?
Regina’s voice pulls me back from the edge, but my one foot is still hovering over. “They’re too powerful to fight against.”
My gaze is fixated outside the office window, watching the rows of different buildings stretch across the outer city, thedominating wood line shielding in the corruption that lies beyond miles ahead of it.
But it’s not the light that catches my eyes; it’s the darkness.
When I eventually speak, my own voice raises the hairs on my arms. “No, they’re not.”
Footsteps sound beside me, Regina walking over to join me.
“What do you mean?” she asks quietly. There’s a hint of concern in her tone, and quite frankly, I don’t blame her.
I don’t know what’s come over me, but I feel as though something’s calling out to me, a primal urge within me to fix this.
“They need a taste of their own actions. They want to do shit illegally? Then their punishment will be received the same way. They’re not going to continue to get away with this. Not with what they did to us, to Jenna. To every single one of those voiceless women out there.”
“What are you saying?”
I turn to face her.
“I’m saying…we need to be the ones to deliver the vengeance they deserve.”
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Theclankingofweightsechoes through the gym. My muscles are on fire, but nothing is settling the burning rage in me.
Not running around the perimeter, not joining the training session.
Nothing.
We might not have been friends with Billy—hell, he was nosey as shit. But it’s just another life taken by these people.
Another threat.
Another death they won’t be punished for.
When we found Jenna’s lifeless body, the police never did find her murderer. They dragged it on for weeks, even with the text message we showed them.
They said it didn’t prove anything, and because the number was untraceable, they couldn’t use it as a lead.
I instantly called bullshit, but even Regina couldn’t crack it.
It was the early days, and if we still had it, maybe things would be different.
We didn’t need any more convincing for our own conviction. We instantly knew it was linked with the Montgomerys.
That was a turning point for us. The world I thought had tinted to grey had actually been completely inked to black.
My ass thumps to the ground, and I roll the barbell away from my hips, my glutes screaming as I repped to failure, getting lost in the memory of that night.
If Saint thinks I’m not going with him, he’s sorely fucking mistaken.
