49. Drew
CHAPTER 49
DREW
I never thought I’d see the day.
Well, I really hoped I would, because he’s been a shady fucker the entire time I’ve lived here, but I never truly thought anything would happen to him.
Which is why the notification on the community social media about Officer Doogie getting fired is extremely satisfying. It didn’t go into details, but we know what they are.
Though, it’s not enough. Especially not for Caine.
Or me. We could run him out of this town, he could get arrested for what he did and it still wouldn’t be enough. It doesn’t matter that Max, Adam, and Danner insist that we drop it, and let him live out his miserable life without the made up power to fuck with us anymore.
We aren’t going to listen.
Caine claims he doesn’t react without a plan, that’s almost exactly what we’re doing. Mostly because we have to sneak out while Max and Adam are sleeping, and be back before they wake up.
I managed to get the ex-officers address from Danner, though it took a bit of convincing.
“No way,” she insists.
“We won’t kill him,” I tell her.
“Somehow, I still don’t believe you.”
“That’s fine. If we do, we won’t involve you.”
“Now I really don’t believe you.” She shakes her head and looks over at Max who’s behind the bar, not paying attention to us. Which is good because I don’t want her overhearing and knowing about this half assed plan.
“I won’t ask you for anything ever again,” I try.
“You’re not doing very well convincing me.”
“What will it take?”
“Tell your buddies to leave me alone. It’s not going to happen, and they’re wasting their time.”
“Who? Cal and Alexander?” I act clueless.
She gives me a look that tells me she doesn’t buy my nonchalant act.
“Fine, I’ll tell them to back off,” I relent.
“Fine, I’ll see what I can do.”
I figured she still wouldn’t follow through, but she did, writing the address on a piece of paper she slipped me the last time she saw me, telling me to burn it right away.
Now, Caine and I are headed to the house that turns out to be a little shit hole on the edge of town. It’s perfect because there’s not many people around to hear him beg for mercy.
Caine and I don’t say much as we cut the engines on our bikes down the street, and go around the back of the small shack looking house. He ends up picking the lock of a side door we find and I really wonder why that’s a skill he developed. Though, it helps right now so I guess it doesn’t matter.
We find the older man asleep, and he clearly isn’t someone who’s on guard because we aren’t quiet as we stomp through his house, or as we enter his room.
Or when Caine kicks him in the stomach.
“Get the fuck up.” My tone is stern, but not loud.
“Wha—” He grunts, trying to get his bearings, but I don’t let him get far, grabbing the back of his shirt, and slamming him down onto the ground, face first.
“Don’t fucking act like you don’t know who we are.” Caine kicks him in his side again.
“I’ll kill you,” Doogie spits, and I laugh, continuing to hold him down by the back of his neck as he attempts to get up weakly.
“Should I let you up so you can try?” I taunt.
“You let me up I’ll either arrest you or kill you,” he groans, and I see Caine is pressing his foot on the small of his back.
“Can’t arrest us, you’re not a cop anymore.” Caine smiles, and it’s so sinister I would be afraid of him if I didn’t know him. “If you want to try to kill us, then go ahead.”
He lets up at the same time I do, and we give the older man a chance to get up off the floor. He struggles, coughing and wheezing as he does. But we just wait, standing tall, waiting to see what he’ll do.
As soon as he’s standing, he continues to stay slightly hunched even while raising his fists like he’s actually going to attempt to fight us. I can’t help the laugh that bursts out of me at the sight.
Caine just looks entertained. Especially when Doogie actually starts coming toward us like he’s going to throw one of those fists. Before he gets the chance, Caine moves quickly, jabbing his own punch forward right into the man’s face.
Doogie’s hand flies up to his nose that’s pouring blood while he groans in pain.
“What was that you were saying about killing us?” I can’t help but tease him.
“You’re fucking dead men.”
“Yeah, okay,” I scoff. “Pretty sure that’s you. Maybe you should think about what a fuck up you are getting paid off to help get our girl hurt.”
“I don’t give a fuck about you or your girl,” he spits.
“Good.” Caine throws another punch to the man’s face and this time I hear the crunch of his nose breaking. It should disgust me, but all it does is make me smile.
“You motherfucker,” Doogie groans, hunched over in pain and somehow still standing.
“Anything else you want to say? Or are you actually going to fight us like you said you would?” I ask because frankly, my own fists are tingling with the urge to feel the crunch of bones underneath them.
“Yeah,” he says weakly, raising his fists again and a loud laugh bursts out of me.
“Okay.” I shrug, and Caine and I let loose on him. It’s not a fair fight, but we didn’t come in here expecting one.
I did think that maybe we could toy with him a bit more. Maybe he would beg for his life some. He continues to hold his ground, and that only makes us go harder, beating his face in. Once he ends up on the ground, unable to fight back anymore, Caine is on him throwing his fist into his face over and over.
I end up having to pull him off once Doogie isn’t moving any longer, and I think he may have actually killed him. The scene is so familiar to me. The rush of panic in the back of my mind tries to take over at the familiar feeling I had when my dad looked like this man on the ground.
“Enough,” I tell Caine who’s breathing heavily as he looks down at the unconscious man.
We’re both quiet, looking at him, wondering if he’s going to move.
“Think he’s dead?” Caine asks.
I shake my head, not sure how to answer. I really take in the scene and how similar it was to the day I ran away from home. The shitty house, busted up floor. The old man beat to shit on it, blood on my knuckles and clothes splattered around.
Though, this time I’m not alone. And this time, I’m less afraid. I know I have a place to go that’s safe. I know I have people who make it safe. And I know the man isn’t dead. Because he groans again, trying to turn onto his side, spitting blood onto the floor.
I kneel down by his head, making sure he can hear me. “We weren’t here. We have an alibi, and if you even think about fucking with us we will kill you. Get the fuck out of this town before we decide to come back and finish what we started.”
With that, we leave. Though, it may be stupid, I have a feeling he’s going to listen. He has nothing for him here anymore. No job, no friends, and it won’t take much to turn everyone who lives around here on him.
I’m pretty sure half the town already hates him anyway, so it wouldn’t be that hard.
“You know, there could be worse guys to share my girl with,” Caine grunts out and I’m pretty sure he’s joking, which is why it shocks me a bit. The guy doesn’t joke.
“Wow, was that you saying something nice?” I hold my hand against my chest dramatically.
“Don’t get used to it.”
When we get back to Max’s house, both her and Adam are still sleeping peacefully. Caine doesn’t even bother washing off the evidence of where we’ve been, he just sheds his clothes. I think he at least wipes off his knuckles with his shirt before he slides into bed, pulling Max into him.
Though I’m dying to do the same, I jump in the shower to quickly wash off the dried blood. I don’t linger because the only place I want to be right now is between my two favorite people.
That’s when it really hits me, that I’ve felt that way about Adam. This whole relationship has been new for all of us, but Adam and I have another layer. While what we had before was just sexual, when it’s all of us together it feels like more, even between us.
I want him, just as much as I want Max. None of this would be complete without the four of us. Even Caine adds to the relationship in a way I never would have guessed.
When I get into bed, I’m careful not to jostle them, but Adam ends up speaking softly, “Where were you?”
“Don’t worry about it,” I tell him. He doesn’t say anything else, but I’m sure we’ll hear about it in the morning.
Which is fine. There’s nothing they can do about it now. Adam settles back, keeping his arms resting on his stomach like he always does. And even though Caine has pulled Max against him, I can’t help but do the same.
As I’m falling asleep, I swear I feel Adam scoot closer to my back. Eventually, I feel his tentative touch on me, and I relax even more. After we admitted more of our feelings something has shifted between us. We aren’t lovey people, but it still feels good to know that this is what we have. All of us. Together.