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It wasn’t Geoffrey on the phone but one of my other guys. The disappointment almost had me tossing the phone into the wall. “Yeah!”
“Hey, boss, we’ve got him.”
“Fuck, fine, I’m on my way.” I hung up the phone and called my sister back into the room.
“You lock up, turn on the security cameras and keep your ass inside. No swimming without me or one of the others there to watch you. If you need anything, your team is in the guesthouse. If I get any phone calls about your asshole friends trying to sneak over the walls, I’m gonna give the order to shoot the fucks.”
“Ooh, big bad Thunder, threatening teenagers.”
“You’re a teenager, and I threaten you every day.” I walked out the door and alerted her team to keep an eye out because there was no way in hell she was going to listen to me. Her delinquent friends are going to be here the second I pull out the driveway.
I chose the bike this time because I needed the fresh air to clear my head. The whole ride to my destination, I wasn’t focused on the fact that the hump I’d been hunting for months had been caught. Nope, my mind was full of those dark brown eyes and that cute little button nose of hers.
I guess some people might wonder at my reaction to this one woman in particular. She wasn’t a raving beauty, though she’s fucking gorgeous, but it can be argued that I’ve been with some of the best this world has to offer. She’s on a level all her own.
I can’t tell you what it is. It can’t be her eyes because I didn’t get a good enough look at them the last time. It could be her body; she’s got a nice one, but my gut tells me it’s something else. I’ve never lost my shit over a woman before or after her.
For someone who walks through life looking neither left nor right, for me to even notice her at all that first day is a minor miracle. So, a body ain’t gonna do shit for me. So, what is it? What does she have that the others who are always trying to get their hooks into me don’t? And why is my dick still hard? What the fuck is this really about anyway?
* * *
I was alreadyout for this hump’s blood, but now that he was interrupting me at this pivotal time, his ass was gonna get it even worst. My men were standing around outside when I showed up. I waved a hand in their direction, and they grunted. See, they already sensed my mood and knew that conversation was not needed.
The prey was sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair. “Who are you?”
“Who me? I’m the embodiment of fuck around and find out.” I pulled another chair closer to him and straddled it facing him.
“Five years ago, you and your friends snatched a little schoolgirl on her way to school. I see you know what I’m talking about.” He was already looking for an escape where there was none.
“That little girl was my sister. Now, the rest of your friends…. Where are you going? That chair is nailed to the floor, you fuck.”
“Now, as I was saying, I know you know how your friends died, and you know that you’re the last.” He wet himself, but I expected no less. Across from him on the wall in plain view was every sword, mace, and medieval torture device known to man. I think what scared him most, though, was the brazen bull with the fire already lit.
“I wanna know everything that happened that day from beginning to end. I want to know why she was targeted; who sent you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Fair enough!”
I left my chair and headed over to the wall and the table in front of it that held even more toys to choose from. I never know what I’m in the mood for from one day to the next. If I’m busy, I just slice and dice and let them bleed out at my feet. But sometimes I break all the rules and play with my food.
“Wait, what’re you doing?” I walked over and freed one of his hands, pulled the fingers through the Turandot, and started twisting. Like I have all day with this fuck. Whether he talks or not, he’s going to die. He knows it, and I know it.
But I need to know what happened to my sister that day. I need to know who sent men after her and if it was retaliation against me. That one question has haunted me since that day, and the guilt is sometimes more than I can bear.
My sister is my closest living relative. At least one that I acknowledge; everyone else with my blood can pretty much get fucked. They were not there when my father was beating the hell out of us or when my mother was so strung out she forgot to feed us.
I’m twenty-three years older than my sister, so we endured our personal hell at different times in life, but I have no doubt it was all the same. I didn’t even know I had a sister for the first eleven years of her life because I left home as soon as I could and didn’t look back.
I cut all ties and moved as far across the country as geographically possible to make sure I never even smelt the stench on one of them. I was born to teenage parents. Nothing wrong with that; it happens. But these two fucks should never have been allowed to procreate a fucking ant further, more living, breathing humans.
The old man was on track to go to college on a football scholarship but had to give it up when he got his fourteen-year-old girlfriend pregnant and had to drop out to work at the local gas station. I guess he figured his life was over right then and there and said fuck humanity because for as long as I’ve known him, he’s been a piece of shit.
I covered up the scars from his beatings with ink starting at the age of sixteen. Mom, on the other hand, tried her best for a while. I seem to remember a few moments, but by the time I was eight or nine, she got hooked on some shit, and shit went south.
At sixteen, I started selling weed. I’d drive out of town and buy it by the ounce at first. No, I didn’t sell to my friends or other kids, and neither did I sell to the poor and weak like my parents; those people should be feeding their damn kids. I wouldn’t give them even a leaf.
No, my targets were the men and women working in the high-rise office buildings in the cities surrounding my little town. You’d be surprised to find out where I got the idea from TV. I used to watch a lot of badass movies, but I took notes, and believe me, that shit works.
