Page 91 of Where Sinners Repent

She puffs her chest out. “Yeah, I do.”

“The problem with going straight for the head is that these men are bigger than you. Taller. Stronger. Their arms might block it and steal the bat. So where else?”

Her back arches, just a fraction, and the round globes of her ass rub against my hardening cock.

A grunt vibrates through my throat, and I squeeze my hands around her tighter. “Where else, Roxanne?”

Her voice is breathy as she replies. “I... I don’t know.”

Swinging our hands together, I cock the bat back over our shoulders, and swing, mimicking the action. “I want you to aim for the kneecaps. One good swing can shatter the bones, and then the fucker will be at your mercy. He won’t be able to run after you, and then you can finish the job.”

“Oh,” is all she replies.

Using all of my control, I step back from her perfect body, hissing through my teeth. When she turns, my mask is back in place, and I casually cross my arms and cock my head at her.

“Do it.”

Poor girl. She didn’t think I was serious. Her eyes widen, and her head shakes slowly.

“I can’t, Kaleb,” she gasps.

“You can and you will. We are not leaving this room until this fucker is dead. And as much as I want to be the one to do it, I won’t be.”

Her eyes dart back to the bleeding man, chained up and at her mercy. I watch as her fingers tighten around the handle until her knuckles blanch, only to loosen a second later.

My eyes don’t leave her as she fights herself. Fights what she knows is right and what she feels is right. I watch every lesson society ever shoved down her throat collide with the reality standing in front of her.

We both know this cunt deserves to die.

And when her face hardens, the corner of her mouth lifts in a slow curve. A smile full of satisfaction and revenge. A smile that makes my cock jerk in my pants.

“Roxanne,” Harrison growls, his words laced with panic now.

“Oh, shut the fuck up, Harrison,” she drawls, swinging her bat a few times. Testing the feel of it. “How I’m about to make you feel is nothing compared to what you’ve put others through. Nothing compared to the fear that you love to force onto people.” Her lip twists in disgust. “But I’m going to fucking try.”

His eyes barely get a chance to widen before she cocks back the bat and swings it at his kneecap. It lands. Fuck, it lands.

The most delicious crunch of ligaments and bone echo in the building. Followed by a gut-wrenching scream.

Roxanne steps back with wide eyes, chest heaving like she can’t believe she just did that.

And laughs.

A breathy, unhinged sound. Turning over her shoulder with a light in her eyes like I’ve never seen before. One that doesn’t belong in a place like this.

“That felt good,” she gasps, bouncing on the spot.

It’s almost impossible to fight my smirk. “Do it again, then.”

This time, she doesn’t need any encouragement, and his other kneecap is smashed in a matter of seconds.

He’s blubbering already, screaming and sobbing through the pain.

“Fucking prick,” she growls at him. “Have fun chasing after women who don’t want you now.”

A low groan hums in my chest as I adjust my aching fucking cock. The thing is angry and trying to tear a hole through my pants. I don’t turn back, but I’m sure my brother is feeling the same agony.

Pushing the hair from her face, she turns back to me. “What now?”