“Not if I cut out your tongue.”
Disgust fills me when tears fill his eyes, and all his bravado leaves him, making all this even more pathetic.
No matter what anyone says, everyone values a strong character, and if you do not fight for yourself, who the fuck will?
“Please, let me go,” he whispers, his face turning red when I press a little harder on his neck, and he gulps for breath whenI lift my foot. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did,” he croaks. “I won’t tell anyone. Please.”
My mouth curves at the lie ringing in his tone. I did a little research the minute this asshole zeroed his gaze in on Lavender and decided to make her his next prey.
He built his entire broker career on the backs of clueless women who loved and supported him, only to dump them the minute he found someone younger, richer, and dumber to cater to his every whim.
He probably considered Lavender an easy target, which would have been an offense in itself, for how dare he compare my flower that bloomed under harsh conditions to some weakling?
“Just leave me alone,” he continues, which only earns him my laughter.
The minute he gets out of here, he’ll try to milk this situation and blackmail me to give him any amount of money he wants, just like he did with all these women.
“You hurt what belongs to me, Alex.”
“Wha—what?” he barely manages to push out when I once again add more pressure before stepping back, and he sighs in relief, gasping for more air. “I’m sorry.”
Sorry.
A meaningless word that never heals any wounds but just reminds one of the atrocities you have committed against them.
Leaning forward, I grab him by the throat and drag him to the nearest stall. I throw him inside as his head hits the tiled floor once again and shut the door behind him.
I wash my hands in the sink and grab a paper towel, drying them off before glancing at my reflection and placing an invisible mask of an emotion that’s foreign to me.
Fear.
I get out in the hallway and catch one of the servers, motioning toward the bathroom. “You need to call an ambulance and the cops. Something happened, there is blood everywhere!”
“Oh my God,” the girl mutters and rushes inside, only to scream, playing right into my hand.
Shortly, we have an ambulance picking him up on a gurney and going into the nearest hospital as he blindly points at me and tries to mutter something while the cops take my statement.
And I just happened to accidentally give them his unlocked phone that I supposedly “found,” which was open to his latest text messages with one of his victims. The thing is filled with evidence of his crimes against women.
Once we’re done, I call my own lawyer, and he picks up on the second ring. “What did you do?”
Stepping outside, I walk to my motorcycle. “Why do you assume I did anything?”
“Because you’re under the impression I love cleaning up your messes.” His cold tone has the power to freeze hell, and that’s one of the reasons most people don’t fuck with him.
“I think you at least must find them entertaining.”
“Trust me, I find nothing entertaining about a psychopath who deems himself invincible.”
“Oh no,” I sigh dramatically. “You hurt my feelings, Rafael. Aren’t we family now? A little more compassion wouldn’t kill you.”
“You don’t know what compassion is. And we became family against my will.” One might say it was me who had no say in the matter. Anger zips through me at the thought of my sister and her choice of husband who is almost twice her age. I would have destroyed the guy, but my sister loves him, so I have to play nice and be a supportive brother even though I want to smash his head whenever I see him for what he’s done to her.
Anticipation quickly replaces my anger because soon he’d know what it is like to fail to protect your only sister from the possessive psychopath who finds her vital to his darkness and tarnishes her innocent soul.
He won’t be able to do anything about it, and I’ll enjoy every second of his agony.
That would be my greatest payback.
