Maverick comes into the room, holding Black up by the scuff of his suit jacket and shirt.“We found him trying to escape out back,” Maverick states.
I grin at the state of Black’s face already.It’s not as bad as it should be, but we are only getting started.The fabric covering his mouth is also a new wonderful addition.
“I know you boys really want to take your time, but the twins have explosives on the plane.You may want to put that tarp down and get this done quick,” she states, pointing to a tarp covering a bunch of crates.
Mason, Eli and Wyatt begin to spread it out whilst Jaxon still throws a fit upstairs.Trying to see what is controlling the projector.
The sounds coming from the speakers are killing me, and I know each brother is trying to ignore Mum screaming.“How do I fucking turn this off?”Jaxon roars, losing his shit.
Liam storms over to Black, and I barely have chance to move.But he doesn’t hit him.Instead, he reaches inside his pocket for his phone.He presses a few buttons before the screen on the wall goes white.Black was still going wild in Maverick’s grasp, but once the sound ends, and the visual is no longer there, he comes unhinged.It takes Mason to kick the back of his knee to lessen the sounds, but the pop sound that follows introduces a new sound.One filled with pain and not anger.
I smile wide, especially when Maverick drags Black over the tarp they have laid out.It’s then I see his eyes are wild, bloodshot, and the veins in his neck and temples are threatening to burst as he gazes at Liam.
I catch Malia kneeling in my peripheral vision, but I pay no attention to her, not when the end is so close.He’s right there.We’ve got him.We can be free.
Yet the feeling inside me isn’t one of accomplishment.I don’t feel like this is a win for us.It’s...it’s just the beginning of an end.After today, we’re free to turn the page, to start again, to fucking heal.And I cannot fucking wait.
Malia steps into my line of vision as she steps up to Black.Sweat runs down his temple as he struggles to keep to his feet.
“You took someone from me.”He mumbles something from behind the cloth in a rage.I’m not sure what sets him off.Whether it’s her remark, or whatever his focus is on between them.There’s also confusion and fear, which is why I step so I’m to the side.She grips his face in one hand, whilst the knife my attacker was holding is in the other.“You marked her fucking face.”
Fuck!
“Malia,” Liam warns, stepping closer.
She holds the knife up, warning him away.It works, because he steps back holding his hands up.“You will get your chance, handsome.This is for Milly, and what I know this sick fuck would have done to her.”
Just when I think I’ve seen it all, Black’s trousers drop to the floor.The sounds he’s making are muffled behind the cloth.His face is bright red, sweat dripping down the sides of his face as he struggles against the grip the two Carters have on him.
I flinch as she grabs his shrivelled up, stubby dick and squeezes.Liam, who has made his way over to me, watches in horror.
“I’m thinking after today, round two is out of the question?”I whisper, but I know people have heard since the sound seems to carry.A few even turn their heads in my direction.
Liam makes a noise in the back of his throat.I don’t blame him.I wouldn’t want anyone to touch me after they’ve touched his dick either.
“Fuck you,” he growls.
Max walks in, and in that split moment of him distracting me, I miss what Malia does to Black.I do hear his muffled wails since they echo around the hanger.This time they’re deeper in his chest, more uncontrolled.His face is no longer red, but more of a deep purple, and it takes me a second to see why.
Malia steps back,stillholding his dick.She watches him in detachment writhe on the tarp, and for the first time since I’ve met her, she fucking scares me.
“Um, are you taking that with you?”Max asks, but his eyes are on the man on the floor as he kneels down next to his head, chuckling.“I’m so gladthisis how we meet.”
I lean in close to Liam, my lips near his ear.“Do you think you attract crazy?Because isn’t he, like, your bestie from school?”
“Reid, I will tell her to feed you that dick,” he bites out.
I shudder and move away from him.Right at the time she drops the dick in her hand and it makes a wet slapping sound when it hits the tarp.
“Are you done?”Jaxon asks her.He sounds controlled, almost bored, but I know he’s anything but.He’s waited for this moment for a long time.Albeit, he wanted to avoid getting his hands bloody, but it’s not like he’s been given much of a choice.It would also be a lot less enjoyable than witnessing this.
Andrew Black has always come across as bigger.Not in the way he over towers us, or is physically stronger, but his presence.We’ve never been scared of him, never hunkered down or curled into ourselves because of him.It’s just been this invisible wariness between us where we stopped and took notice.We’re not saints, and we’ve done stuff we aren’t proud of.Hell, we caused more destruction with the Carters than Storm Eunice did.But we’ve never been men who would do any of the sick things he has done.Which is why it always felt like he was on top.He had one up on us.
Now, him being curled up, his teeth clenching over the fabric to stop the sounds of his pain, I see nothing but a small man.And having his dick sliced off couldn’t have happened to a better man.
“No,” she states and kneels down so Black can see her.“Just so you know, since you won’t see past today, you won’t be alone down there.Your precious cunt of a daughter at this moment of time is lying on her cell floor with half her brain bubbling all out.Your son, on the other hand, you’ll have to wait for.He killed someone tonight, but don’t worry, I’m sure he has someone treating him how you treat women so all is fucking good in the world.”
Who the fuck is this woman?
