by Hazel Grace
I’m quite aware of what I’m paying him to do.
What Bishop hired him to do.
The son of a bitch texted me the other day for the first time since he disappeared, saying he had a wedding present for me. I was just about to ream his ass for not being at one of the most important days of my life until he told me what he was having sent.
Someone to literally fuck Hollis up the ass.
And he was gonna pay half. I wanted to pay the other so that I could have the liberty of always thinking what I did to this sick fuck.
“And the other thing?” I press.
The man nods. “In that metal bucket with the wood on top. He’s hungry, just like you asked.”
“Appreciate it.” I step to the side, hinting that he can leave now. “Have a good night.”
He salutes me with two fingers but not before stealing one last glance at Hollis, licking his bottom lip before he takes off.
I roll my eyes, scooping my bag back up and erase the distance between myself and ZZ top who just had his cherry popped.
His dark eyes bore into me with such hatred that we could spend all night passing each other glares, but I’d like to get home to fuck my wife and sleep soundly for once in weeks.
“Have fun?” I taunt, undoing my bag and carelessly tossing it to the side.
The dude was right.
Hollis reeks of shit and body odor, making my stomach curl immediately. Caked up blood is all over his chest hair from previous sessions with Mills, Bishop, and I over the weeks, and he looks like a dead man literally standing.
“Fuck you,” he spits out, saliva flying in the air as he attempts to straighten his spine.
A pool of blood has created where his foot used to be. Mills just severed it for me about an hour ago, and I don’t have much time left before he dies from obvious causes.
I pull my mouth back in a tight smile. “Sorry...looks like someone already did.”
Hollis groans as he tries to move, the last of his pride attempting to shine through his pain. A muttered squeaking noise pulls my attention to the bucket that the dude left for me, and I march to grab it.
Sliding the small piece of wood back, a small rat is on its hind legs trying to get out.
“Cute little sucker,” I quip. “Do you drown puppies too, Hollis, or just touch girls?”
His response is a grunt as I fling the wood to the side and reach back for my Zippo lighter.
Another wedding present from Bishop.
“The fuck are you doing?” Hollis leers, eyeing me with suspicion that should indeed be there.
“Giving you another gift,” I reply. “Well, a few actually. I married Stormi, not sure if you heard that or not.” I glance around the barren space. “Probably not.”
“Motherfucker,” he snarls. “That don’t mean shit. Just wait until—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I impart, flicking the lighter once to get the fluid going through it. “You’re done. Over. And all that shit you talked about...it ended up being just like you smell, garbage.”
“You don’t think I have people looking for me?” he solicits through knitted brows. “You’re just making it worse for that girl by pissing me off.”
My jaw ticks, but I don’t react. If I do, he’ll get hard off it, and I’ve been trying to practice patience for when the new baby comes. I can’t be jumping at the bit with every stupid thing someone says to me.
“Uh...God, I hope not,” I reply. “Because if you do, they fucking blow as much as that guy did with your ass.”
Hollis jerks on the chains over him and grits his teeth. “We’ll see about that.”
“Right—” I close the space between us and place the opening of the bucket on Hollis’s stomach, trapping the rat between his skin and the metal bottom. “—I’ll be waiting then.”
Hollis tries to jerk back from, I’m sure, the feeling of the furry animal that’s now running back and forth, looking for a way out.
Clicking the lighter one more time, the flame comes to life.
“Get this fucking thing away from me!” He yells, thrashing back and forth on his only leg.
Pushing the canister firmer against his abdomen, I hover the flame underneath it, heating the metal. The rat squeals out as it hits the warming bottom.
“This was featured in the Tower of London,” I convey. “Fucking rats with their sharp claws and teeth. I’m told by your buddy, Bishop, that they gnaw their way through the victim’s bowels to get out.”
“Fuck,” Hollis simpers, squirming around to get away.
I let out a long and exaggerated exhale. “Don’t use up all your energy now, we’re just getting started.”
Hollis meets my eyes then, and I smile, realization painted all over his face.
I’m not a basic motherfucker who smokes weed and just plays with knives and guns. I fell in love with a woman who gave me a reason to live for something else other than this.
For a future and a new family.
And I’ll do everything and kill anyone who threatens that.
Especially when that someone touched my woman.
“You’re in for a short night, buddy,” I state as Hollis lets out a loud yelp. “I have to go home and kiss my wife.”
She promised me a blowjob and to cook for me naked if I got back before four.
And I’m sure as fuck not going to miss out on that.
Ever.
Glancing down at the watch I purposely wore so that I wasn’t late, the time is two-thirty. It’ll take me about forty-five minutes to get home. My cock is already throbbing at the thought of bending Stormi over our kitchen counter and sinking down on my haunches to eat her sweet pussy.
I drop the bucket, hearing it clink and roll over the concrete floor.
To be or not to be—it’s not really a question when I know what’s waiting on the other side.
I’m being what I should be to my new life—there.
Stretching around my waist, I grip my new blade. The one Stormi and I stabbed each other with is too special for me to dig it into this asshole, and I’m partial to new beginnings (weapons) now.
Hurling the jagged edges between Hollis’s lower abdomen and groin, I pierce his flesh and twist it. Hollis’s scream would shatter windows if there were any in here. Too bad it doesn’t take away the smell.
“That’s for stroking your dick around my wife,” I deadpan, plucking my phone out of my jeans.
Me: I’ll be home soon, and I want you completely naked, legs spread and ready for me, sweetheart.
“Fucking...piece of shit,” Hollis roars out as I bend down to grab a plastic bag out of my gear and place down my cell.
I shrug as I stand before hovering the double-bagged plastic over his head and wrap the ends around his neck.
Careful to keep some space, so the bitch doesn’t headbutt me, he quickly sucks all the air out from the harsh inhales and exhales coming from his mouth.
“This is for my sister, Reagan Lockwood.”
My phone buzzes against pliers and various other metal objects. I yank the bag off and cock my arm back to blast him in the side of the head.
Hollis buckles over, and I can’t fucking help but grab my damn cell.
Stormi: Attachment.
It’s a picture of her peering up at her phone, those intense blue eyes sending a wave of need straight to my dick. Her arm covers her naked tits while she bites down on her lower lip.
Fuck me.
I’ve already wasted enough precious time on someone I don’t want to be balls deep in.
“Yo, I gotta go.” My Glock ends up in my palm, and I raise it to Hollis’s face. Stormi’s eyes beckon my ass to get home so we can continue on with the bliss that she’s graciously and hopefully not stupidly gave me.
With the child we created together.
She wants to name the baby Alexei after my father if it’s a boy. And Kira Roza for my two sisters if I’m blessed with a daughter.
Stormi: I’m ready, husb
and.
That word, what I am to her now, is all I need.
My index finger squeezes the trigger, and the clank of chains rattle next. Gone is the man who terrorized the woman I’ve fallen head over heels with. Dead is the asshole who attempted to kill the only family I had at the time.
Happy trails, motherfucker.
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