Chapter 24
Bridger
Breaking into homes was easy enough. Most of the time, that didn’t result in me ending a life unless it absolutely required it. This was the first time that one particular intention sat there in my head in big red letters.
Kill. Kill. Kill.
He had to die. He was going to die. And I was going to enjoy being the one who snuffed him out.
The second I saw Gordon’s eyes flutter open, I pounced. I needed him to be awake for what I was about to do. Hand on his shirt collar, I lifted him up with ease, enjoying the way he stumbled on his feet.
“What are you…” His words were all slurred and dazed, that swollen, busted lip I had given him making it that much harder for him to talk as I yanked him out of the kitchen. “What… Wait, stop. Wait.”
“She ever say that to you? Huh? She ever tell you to stop? I bet she fucking did,” I said, swiftly stepping behind him and pulling his arm behind his back, a strangled cry leaving his mouth as I angled him in just the right way to make it hurt extra. “Move it. Upstairs. Now.”
“What?”
“Upstairs. Go. Fucking move it.”
“Wait. Please. Wait. Just—”
“Too fucking slow.” I twisted his arm some more, his pained cry loud in my ears as I shoved him forward.
“Wait! Stop! Please stop!”
“I bet she asked you to stop as well. And I bet you never fucking listened,” I said as I guided him to the bottom of the staircase where Juliette was. “Hey, baby.”
“Baby?” Gordon snapped. “Juliette, call the fucking cops! Don’t just stand there. Help!”
“That’s not happening, bud,” I said. “I’ll tell you what’s about to happen, though. I’m gonna drag you up the stairs and kill you.”
“Ex… Excuse me?” he sputtered out, fidgeting in my grasp. “Juliette, why are you just standing there? Do something! Call the cops! Call the neighbors!”
But Juliette stayed quiet, and I swore to God, there was a tiny twinkle in her eyes.
“She’s not gonna help you. In fact, I think she might like seeing you struggle,” I said. “And she’s really gonna like what I’m about to do to you next.”
With that, I tangled a hand in his hair, gave Juliette a quick kiss, and made my way up the stairs.
Gordon was kicking and screaming as we went, anguished cries falling from his mouth. The mansion gave me the perfect opportunity to cause him as much pain without anyone hearing, so I kept letting him scream in panic. It was soothing to me.
I could hear Juliette’s soft footsteps behind me as I dragged Gordon along further and further, finally coming to a stop when I got him in the bedroom.
It would have been just as easy to kill him in any other room, but their bedroom sounded fun: it was the place where I finally found Juliette after five long years. It was poetic.
Shoving Gordon to the floor, I watched as he landed right on his bad knee, a wince taking over his face.
He grunted, cupping his knee for a second before he looked up at me and started to scramble, trying to crawl away.
He had just realized that I wasn’t giving him time.
I was not a generous man when you hurt the girl I loved.
Hands pressed to the floor, he tried to scoot backwards, nails clawing at the carpet, but all it took was me pressing a heavy boot to his bad knee for him to cry out in pain.
“This is the man they made you marry, baby?” I called out to Juliette. “Guy can’t even manage to stand on his own two feet.”
Juliette took her spot on the bed, getting settled on her side, legs stretched out and her hand propping her head up. “He’s lacking in a few departments,” she said.
“One in particular, huh?” I said before slamming my boot into Gordon’s knee. “Seems like you can’t fucking stand up. You in pain?” I hit his knee again. “Does this hurt?”
“Stop it! Stop! You did this to me!” he called out. “You’re the one who injured me!”
“I should have killed you that night,” I said. “If I knew you had been putting your hands on her, I would have killed you right then and there. Aren’t you lucky I didn’t find out until today?”
I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I kneeled, one hand on his shirt to hold him in place, the other pulled back before it collided with his jaw.
The delicious sound of his bone cracking hit my ears, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough. More blood needed to be spilled. I wanted to turn the pure, creamy floor below me all red, soaking it completely. That was what he deserved.
“Wait,” Gordon let out with a gasp, hands shaking as he held them up. “Wait, wait, wait—”
But my fist pounding into his mouth shut him up. A loud cry left his lips, and I hit him in the mouth again and again, wanting to ruin every part of him, every part that had hurt Juliette. His hands would come next, and then I’d fuck up that already sore knee of his some more just for fun.
“You think you can just fucking put your hands on her?” I asked, teeth gritted as I pressed my fingers up against his jaw, cupping his chin tight as blood poured from his lips.
“Did you really think you could fucking get away with it? Huh? You think I’d let you?
You think you’re fucking walking out of this a free man?
You’re not. No fucking chance. You’re dead. ”
I wanted his face to be all cracked and bloody and destroyed before I hacked his hands off and slit his throat open.
I wanted to rip away all of his limbs: the angry hands that had bruised Juliette and the long legs that had chased her around her pretty, expensive mansion.
All of it was an overly priced mask to cover up her real life.
He had taken away so much from her. She had been taken away from me. I was tired of it all.
Juliette stayed on the bed, still there on her side, eyes peering down at us.
It looked like she was enjoying the show.
I wondered if it was therapeutic for her.
If it felt good to finally have someone do what she wanted to do for so long, only she didn’t even need to get her pretty hands dirty. I’d take care of it all for her.
Gordon was heaving, his face coated in blood as he raised a weak, shaky hand an inch or two before it fell to the carpet. Fucking weak pussy bitch.
“P-Please,” he mumbled out. “Please…”
“Please what?” I asked.
“Please, just—
I gave his face a sharp smack. “Please what?”
Juliette laughed, all breathy and soft and a little fascinated. “You’re so bad.”
Staring up at her, I let out my own laugh. “You think he’s had enough? He’s been doing this to you for five years, right? We’ve only been going at it for five minutes.”
“Hm.” She looked down at a bruised and battered Gordon, her tongue clicking. “Maybe a few more minutes…”
I followed her instructions, letting my fist connect with Gordon’s face again and again.
My brain wouldn’t let me forget the images of Juliette on the kitchen floor like that.
Teary eyed, trembling, terrified. The thought made me hit him harder and the urge to kill him, to take his life right then and there, wouldn’t leave me.
I needed him dead and I needed him dead now.
After one more punch, I finally released a deep breath.
“You might not wanna be here for this next part, sweetheart,” I said to Juliette.
“Well, before you do that… Can we do that thing you talked about the other day?” Juliette asked, her voice a sweet whisper.
“What thing, baby?” I asked as my fist collided with Gordon’s jaw.
“You know….”
“I don’t, honey. What?”
“You… and me… in front of him. I think he’ll really learn his lesson that way…”
I stopped mid-punch, a grin spreading across my face. “You want that, angel?”
She chewed at her bottom lip. “Really, really bad.”
Gordon seemed damn near delirious as I looked at his blood-soaked face. Hopefully I hadn’t punched him so hard that he wouldn’t realize what I was about to do to his wife.
Standing up, I quickly moved into the bathroom and washed his blood off my hands. When I came back into the room, Juliette was sitting at the edge of the bed, swinging her legs back and forth.
Gordon was still a pathetic, barely moving mess on the floor, low groans leaving him as I grabbed at his hair and yanked him back so that he was resting against the corner of the bed. It only took a few seconds to tie him to the bedpost.
I held a hand out for Juliette, watching a smile spread across her lips as her fingers met the palm of my hand. I pulled her off the bed and right into my chest, my hands falling to her waist, keeping her steady against me as my lips found hers.
Our tongues danced together, a low groan pulling from my lips as she let out the sweetest sounding whine. Fuck, she made the best noises—all while her bleeding husband stayed slumped on the floor, my eager hands moving all across her body.
“I hope you’ll stay awake for this,” I mumbled, my eyes flickering down to Gordon as his wife kissed at my neck. “Because if you pass out, I’m gonna keep you alive for a week and make you watch me fuck her over and over.”
All he did was grumble out something incoherent in response.
I picked Juliette up, her legs wrapping around me as I kissed her. My tongue moved against hers, her soft whines and whimpers going straight to my cock. I got settled on the floor, putting her down gently so that we were only a few feet away from Gordon.
I felt hands tugging at the collar of my shirt and my gaze lowered to Juliette. She needed something. Cheeks red and eyes big. Lashes fluttering. Tongue out to lick at her lips that tiny bit. My fucking girl.
“What is it, baby?” I asked.
“Need you,” she said softly.
“Need me to what?”
“Make love to me,” she said, giving me the sweetest little smile. “Please.”
I chuckled lowly, my cock getting hard from those few words alone.
“You hear that?” I called out to Gordon, my eyes still stuck on Juliette. My hands pushed up her dress, the feeling of her smooth thighs under my fingertips. “Your wife wants me to make love to her.”
Gordon said something. He let out low mumbles, the sound not important enough for me to listen to or decipher.