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Red muddied his face even below the dripping blood, and the vein in his forehead pulsed heavily. “You fucking bitch.”
“Wow, so creative,” I deadpanned. “Try harder next time, yeah? A third grader could insult me better.”
“I’m going to keep you alive just so I can fuck you in front of your weak little boyfriends, and then I’m going to pass you around to my men. Doubt you’ll be talking so much when they’re done with you.”
“So your men are the real threat. Good to know.” His jaw popped and he clenched his teeth, but I didn’t let up. “As for my men, are you sure you want me to compare you to Nate? Because he’s been fucking me so good, I’m not sure you can compete. I certainly haven’t heard good things. Having trouble lately?”
Egotistical men were hard to hurt. In their minds, they were too big to damage. Too powerful to injure. But their pride? That shit was an Achilles’ heel. Find the right button, and they went down.
Fun fact, prolonged cocaine use caused sexual dysfunction. It had only taken Nate one call to confirm with one of the girls the Aces passed around.
Cash couldn’t get it up.
I could admit it was a low blow, but if exploiting Cash’s impotence got him to show me his neck, I’d do it every goddamn time. Whatever it took to slay the dragon.
Also, he fucking started it.
Cash’s chest heaved, eyes wild with anger at just the mention of his little problem. When I lifted a hand and made my little pinkie wilt like a dying daisy? That was the final straw.
His roar echoed around us as he charged, throwing punch after punch. I dodged most until he finally landed one straight to my jaw. He’d put his whole weight into it, and the force of the collision of his fist to my face tossed him backward. He tried to correct himself, but he was still wobbling when I saw my move and took it.
Bending my knees, I bolted for him, dropping my uninjured shoulder just in time to take Cash off his feet. His head cracked against the rock, and he groaned, struggling to right himself. To come back up for more.
He was mistaken. There would be no getting up for him again.
Pouncing on him, I knew this was it. My moment, my second of divine retribution. All I had to do was take it.
And take it, I did.
Using Cash’s disorientation to my advantage, I trapped him the same way he’d trapped Nate—arms clenched between my thighs—and let myself go. My knuckles were already split, so the blood pooling on his face was a mixture of us both, but I didn’t stop, grateful I’d been taught to fight with both hands.
“You thought you beat us. You thought you won, and here you are, sniveling under me like the coward you are.” The next punch hit him in the throat, and the sound of Cash gasping was so satisfying I wanted to do it again.
Go slow. Make it hurt. Do it for everyone you’ve hurt.
Crack. Crack. Crack. “That’s for Mama Ophelia. Kosas’s family. Sabine.”
Crack. Crack. “For Aislynn and Shara, whom you’ve terrorized.” Crack.
The last punch threw me off-balance, and I nearly unseated myself. My hand landed on a wedge of rock that fit perfectly in my palm. A sign from the gods.
Nate called for me as I hefted it above my head.
It was time to end this, once and for all.
“This is for your brother, who spent his entire life being tortured by you.” My muscles bunched as I threw myself into the hit, cracking Cash’s cheek. Smash.
“For Greyson and Dominic, whom you nearly killed.” Smash.
“For Antoni and Rey, whom you did kill.” Smash.
I held the rock above his barely breathing form while my own chest heaved. “And this? This is for me. Rot in hell, you fucking asshole.”
The sound of the rock taking the last bit of Cash’s life would forever be ingrained in my memory. I could live to be a thousand and never forget. It was the sound of the restraints he’d shackled me in breaking, the sound of my city getting its freedom back.
It was the sound of living.
I dropped the rock to the side, sitting back on my haunches and just breathing. Blood speckled my body, making my skin tight as it dried, and my arms felt this close to giving out. But my heart? That was lighter than a fucking feather. Nate scrambled to my side, hauling me closer and checking over every square inch of me for injuries. I wasn’t sure he even saw Cash anymore, he was so focused on me.
