Page 23 of Wicked Little Games


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“That’snevergoing to fucking happen!” The audacity of this son of a bitch is staggering.

“Wanna bet, baby boy?” he asks before he launches himself at me.

Gone are all appearances of the wealthy businessman. The asshole slams me into the wall behind me so hard the air is knocked from my lungs.

The back of my head bounces off the concrete, momentarily stunning me. Still, I manage to lift my right fist still holding the broom handle and slam it into the fucker’s face. It doesn't even faze the bastard. In fact, he chuckles as if amused, then hauls his arm back and slams his fist into my face so hard the garage goes dark other than a few twinkling stars.

My knees weaken but he keeps me upright gripping my shoulders and lands a blow to my stomach.

“You never stood a chance against me.”

“Fuck you.” I spit blood from my busted lip at him. He releases one hand from me to wipe off the crimson smearing his cheek and looks down at his palm.

No, he doesn’t just look at the stain, he holds his palm up to his face sniffing it before running his tongue over it.

“Blood is my aphrodisiac, never can get enough of it.”

Hearing those words, the truth in them, that’s when I realize this motherfucker was telling the truth about killing those two men, killing them and torturing. Not because of whatever wrong they did to him but because he enjoys it. Gets off on it.

“You’re a sick fuck,” I tell him. Then, because I have to know before I die, “Why the eyeballs?”

Now he laughs even louder than before. “I forgot that my reputation isn’t known on the East Coast. Back in Vegas, everyone would know why I removed the eyes when they were still alive.”

“Well? Are you going to tell me before you kill me or let me die in suspense?”

He lifts an eyebrow as if surprised by my ballsy statement. “So eager to die?”

“That’s how this ends, isn’t it?”

“Eventually.” Using that bloody hand, he grabs my jaw in a grip tight enough to break it. “But I think I’ll play with you a little longer than the others, just to hear more of your smart mouth.”

“I thought you said I was an idiot.”

“Oh, you definitely are when it comes to Maddie.”

Instead of talking about her, I try to draw his attention away from her. “So? Why remove the eyeballs while they were still alive?” I ask again.

“For two reasons. One, it hurts like a motherfucker, and I enjoy their screams. Two…” He leans closer speaking right against my ear. “They scream even louder when I fuck their eye sockets.”

“Bullshit,” I say, unable to even imagine such a thing.

“Guess you’ll find out soon enough. Can’t wait to come inside of your skull.”

“That’s so fucked up,” I tell him.

“I bet you’ll scream louder than the last two fuckers. But we’ll have to wait to find out. Like I said, I want you to keep your eyes a little longer so you can watch me fuck Madison.”

Madison.Her real name.

“That won’t happen because she’s scared of you,” I tell him, and the psycho bastard actually flinches like I hit a nerve. “Oh, shit, you don’t like hearing that do you, fucker? Maddie was so scared of you that she wanted to leave town last night. But I fucked her until she agreed to stay for me,withme. If you kill me, she’ll never forgive you.”

“I don’t need her to forgive me to fuck her, do I?”

This motherfucking son of a bitch…

I slam my elbow into his face, hearing his nose crunch when bone hits bone. He releases me like I had hoped he would. But when I try to slam the splintered end of the broom into his neck, he blocks it, squeezing my wrist until I drop it.

“Fuck!” I exclaim and he eases up before snapping my wrist in two.

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